There comes a time in all of our lives when we happen upon a social media post published by an uncherished acquaintance which provides clear and concise evidence that confirmation bias feasts on willfully feeble minded souls who can’t seem to break the cycle.

That’s right people, it’s Saturday morning.

Faith and I have consumed my lovingly slathered Everything bagel and the Irish Blend flavored Java Monster at my right stands ready to introduce a new placebo effect as I endeavor to commit more verbal brilliance to an otherwise dull internet.

I’m wearing my “You’re Killing Me Smalls!” t-shirt that my favorite daughter gave me a few years ago.

Faith has left the quarters for now to return to her morning slumber.  I doubt she’ll be asking for a walk this morning, as she’s still sleeping off the sedative I lovingly jammed down her throat last night when the rains came.

So let’s get back to the stupid social media post.

It should probably be stated here and now that any use of the word “retarded” in anything written by me does not represent the same pejorative term which has been applied to those who possess intellectual disabilities. 

Instead, it refers to those who purposely refuse to use the abilities and mental acuity they have at their disposal. 

I’ve discussed this before.

The last week especially has been loaded up with a sufficient quantity of effluvium on one of my home page feeds.  The primary topics have been:

• Ricky Gervais roasted Hollywood
• Tensions between the US and Iran continue to escalate.

Sadly, the one item which replaced those two topics on my home feed last night was the announcement that Neil Peart of the band Rush had become one with the drum after a lengthy battle with brain cancer.  The late drummer played a supporting role once here on TharpSter.Org when I pondered what actually goes into a Cookies ‘N Crème flavored Oreo.

None the less, I keep seeing all of these incredibly stupid posts making retarded claims about what the evil orange man is doing to make this country worserer and more dangerouser than it’s ever been.

I’m pretty sure I made the right selection on what shirt to wear today.

Man alive, why do I maintain a presence there?

Obviously, I have options when I see this crap.

I can mute the purveyor(s) of the retarded posts.  I could do that, but that would remove the delicious schadenfreude which ensconces me in velvet whenever the “Orange Man Bad” theme inspires a post. 

The next option is that I can engage the post with the mentality that someone on the internet is wrong.

The problem here is that I deal with some of these people on a daily basis face to face at work where I get paid.  When I work and get paid, I can do things like pay bills and eat bagels on the weekends and write blogs while wearing t-shirts which feature prescient movie quotes.  I’d rather not introduce volatile subject matter into my professional relationships at work.  Such behavior could put the aforementioned pay at risk.

Of course, there’s always another option.

Don’t respond to the post directly. 

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

Okay, in direct opposition to the prediction I made in this very post, Faith is now making inquiries.  I’m going to go walk her and I’ll be back to wrap this one up.

Pause for effect.

Okay, I’m back.

This message goes out to my loved ones, my friends, my casual acquaintances, my colleagues (both cherished and otherwise), those I haven’t talked to since high school, those I didn’t talk to in high school, my assorted frenemies, and the collection of non-player characters who in one way or another take action on either a regular or irregular basis to litter my various social media feeds with poorly expressed opinions which may or may not parallel my own.

Y’all just keep on doin’ what you’re doin’.

There’s nothing I can say or do in response to your woefully inept attempts to summarize the state of the world in a poorly inspired social media post.

Thank you for the reminder on why I no longer appreciate coming to these places in the first place.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to wrap this one up, add the media, and schedule it to post to my Facebook and Twitter feeds.