Today in BoJo Flamewar news, I thought I’d be lazy and post here a comment I made over on Master Cowfish.

Flamewars are contextual. It almost seems at times that everything is, which drives an absolutist like me absolutely crazy sometimes, not that anyone’s noticed.

I throw the pills away when the orderlies aren’t looking.

But I thought this wasn’t a bad notation on flamewars themselves. It’s a pity that nobody I’ve really flamed reads this blog, because they could show you all the scars. I’ll have to dredge up some files when I’m not sleep-deprived.

I think under this scale, the BoJo war started Elevated and immediately dropped back to Guarded. But then Vicus suggested I call him a silly bugger, so god knows where it lies now.

“Enter” at risk, baby!

The thing about the BoJo War is that it could burn my bridges with someone I consider an equal or better. I don’t mind stomping gnats, which I consider most people to be, but flamewars are contextual.

When Trudeau said “Fuddle duddle”, or when he said “Watch me” he was engaging in a flamewar, because it was Parliament, not alt.startrek. I’ve been in the rough and tumble, and it doesn’t bother me for a moment; I consider it recreational.

Why? Because those people, frankly, are inferior and it is high time someone acquainted them with the fact.

For the BoJo war, imagine you were meeting an MP who’d been an award-winning practitioner in your field, someone you’d admired and respected both as a professional and as a human being.

Then imagine going over to his house and telling him to his face that you’d assumed he didn’t have the balls to engage and now you think he doesn’t have the brains.

Context is everything in the Age of Einstein