Every lying,
cheating, thief, every writer, and every person who has the chutzpah to make a
total fool of himself in public will at some point face the troubling question:
“Why did you do it?”
In my own
case, this disturbing query arose yet again last weekend when a high school classmate
sent me an email asking why I write these pointless blogs. He included a
subsidiary question: “Am I missing something?”
This blast
from the past plunged me into a paroxysm of uncharacteristic self-reflection,
culminating in the following (slightly edited) reply to my classmate’s email:
Dear [name
withheld to protect the innocent];
Thank you
for your note. I would like to be able to explain my reasons for writing a
disreputable blog, but the fact is, it is not an easy thing to justify.
I have
searched my soul for a decent rationalization of this loutish behavior, and can
come up with only the feeblest excuses.
One possibility is the mountain climber theory. In its modern form this
was best expressed by a British billionaire Humvee owner who responded to a
reporter when she asked why he insisted on driving a Humvee on London’s crowded
streets:
"I do it because I can. Now bugger off you silly c--nt!"
This is more or less the existentialist answer to everything in life,
popularized in the past century by Albert Camus, Jean Paul Sartre, Woody Allen,
and the famous English mountain climber, George Mallory.[i]
Mallory was quoted as having replied to the
question "Why do you want to climb Mount Everest?" with the retort
"Because it's there". His answer is now considered to contain the
most famous three words in mountaineering.
The existentialist explanation has some logic to it since the mountain of cheating,
and stealing in our world is now so high that anyone can see it and try to
climb around on it. It's a big fat fun
target: the misbehavior of Ponzi
schemers, Wall Street crooks, corrupt politicos, philandering megachurch
ministers, unelected billionaire enablers, cheating mortgage brokers, lying home buyers,and sleight of hand artists of all
kinds.
For God's sake! People are even stealing from girl scouts while they try to sell cookies.
For God's sake! People are even stealing from girl scouts while they try to sell cookies.
As one bumper sticker put it so well:
Sincerely,
Ed
PS. I should give at least some of the blame to the great
writers and pundits of the recent century: Art Buchwald, Dave Barry, Hunter
Thompson, Robert Crumb, Christopher Hitchens, Chelsea Handler, and at the top of the hit parade, the inspirational clean living novelist and poet Charles Bukowski, pictured below.
And don't forget the most interesting truth-telling
political columnist alive today, Matt Taibbi. Keep up with Matt at
his fabulous Rolling Stone blog
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Not
mentioned in my classmate’s email, a corollary question is sure to arise so i might as well address it now. The question is:
“What is your explanation going to be when you
get to the pearly gates and St. Peter asks you about that despicable blog?”
Fortunately,
because I am, or could be, if I wanted to be, a Christian, the answer to that
one is easy: redemption.
Here is the
way redemption works. If you accept Jesus Christ into your life, you are
forgiven. Jesus died to provide us
salvation for our sins. Essentially, this takes us off the hook for all of our bad deeds. The best part is that you don’t even have to
do anything about seeking redemption until the last minute. You can still get the
redemption deal---deliverance from sin---and pass through those pearly gates
without even feeling a touch of heat from below.
That is how
New Gingrich explained it on TV last month anyway, and if it’s good enough for
Newt, it’s good enough for me.
[i]
Mallory may not be providing me
with the most auspicious of excuses, however. During the 1924 British Mount Everest Expedition, Mallory disappeared somewhere
high on the North-East ridge during an attempt to make the first ascent of the world's highest mountain.
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