Tsurezuregusa revisited

Respect for Ontario’s Blue Laws (repealed many decades ago) keeps me, usually, from publishing on Sundays. But I wish to flag the seventh anniversary of this nearly invisible website, which launched, as today, on Michaelmas, about 1,400 Idleposts ago (counting only the ones I haven’t repealed yet).

This happened just after my last “mainstream meejah” employer found enough money to make me go away. It hadn’t been their first offer; but as the money would be seized by competing government departments (long boring story) it was not the principal issue. Rather, I had tired of being ever on the defensive, against sleaze and liars; and having people promise to defend me, who would disappear when required. A break was needed.

I thought, perhaps I shouldn’t let the devils shut me up so easily; it seemed I still had many loyal readers. But then I thought again. My columns in Canadian newspapers were sometimes “politically incorrect” — I was frequently accused of expressing “conservative” views, and as one complainant to the Ontario Press Council alleged, I “openly admitted to being a Catholic.” (They let me off on that one, however.)

Over my last decade in the “respectable” meejah, I had attracted more than nine hundred formal complaints of one sort or another, tying my editors up in red tape. (This is a longstanding Leftist tactic: “the process is the punishment.”) Verily, I could understand why those editors would want to shake me off, even had they been on my side.

That they weren’t, could be guessed from the number of newspapers that carried my column. It shrank to just the one that was contractually stuck with me. But that was in Ottawa, where “liberals and progressives” are most lawyered up.

The world is as the world is, and one shouldn’t moan too often. The Lord’s task is to deal with it. Shrieking injustice, lewd wickedness, and vicious tyranny are commonplace, and it isn’t always possible to hide. In boxing terms, trying to resist is “leading with the chin.”

Curiously, my opposition to the way things are done down here includes opposition to the very idea that everything should be politicized. Two of the best ways to antagonize the Devil are, poetry and laughter. Such whimsicality triggers all of his efficiency experts.

As gentle reader might discover from the first Idlepost, I particularly enjoy triggering Satan’s little minions. The conceit of writing brief “Essays in Idleness,” as if with an Oriental brush, then posting them on the walls of a cabin in the mountains, was perhaps too ambitious. Too often I descend, downhill, as if actually drawn towards squalor.

Seven years later and yet again, I must try to climb back up the hill.