Form follows function as any fan of architecture knows so it's obvious why today's bloggers are flocking to the "thee dot journalism" style of column writing.
In Atlas shrugged, Ayn S. Rand wrote: "You who prattle that morality is social and that man would need no morality on a desert island -- it is on a desert island that he would need it most. Let him try to claim . . . that a rock is a home . . . reality will wipe him out . . . ." Slyly injecting a problem in semantics into a discussion about morality might fool some Democrats (in an Irish pub?) but teabaggers won't let such a blatant verbal equivalent of thee card Monty chicanery slid by unchallenged.
Perhaps we should do a column about Ms. Rand's use of poor logic to confuse the audience? Maybe we could slip some references to James Norman Hall's novel, "Lost Island," into the discussion of morality on remote Pacific atolls? Maybe we could couch this debate in a column about the Tiki sub-culture in America? Then again applying the rules of logic to the words of Ayn S. Rand would, as far as her fanatical supporters are concerned, be as futile as trying to pick the fly's excrement out of the salad. Why didn't she use "Triumph of the Will" as the title for her book about John Gault?
Didn't Ms. Rand use her middle name of Sally while performing a bawdy Vaudeville act before her first book was published?
We have just exceeded our self imposed "three e-takes" limit and so we will call the disk jockey in from the bullpen and he will play Jerry Lee Lewis' "Great Balls of Fire," "It's All the Same" (from "Man of La Mancha"), and Lynn Anderson's "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden." (Making promises in the Rose Garden isn't the same thing?)
We have to go buy some more bargain used books. Have an "I, Don Quixote" type week.