We Ricochet people are not a monolithic bloc. No, no, gentle reader. Outsiders might think we’re just a bunch of old white guys, but we’re actually a mix of disparate individuals, with views that are strewn all over the socio-political landscape.
Unfortunately, we’re diverse in ideas, and that means little to nothing to the race and gender-obsessed scribblers who work for The NY Times and the rest of the MSM. For them, diversity is based almost entirely on the skin color, which comes three simple hues these days: white, brown, and black. But those three colors, according to the Times, now come in twenty or so genders, including alexigender, a gender that is fluid among the various genders, although the individual can’t tell what those genders are. (Yes, that’s real. I Googled it.) You cis-gendered people may need to stop here for a moment while you think on that.
OK, my little screed against The NY Times is over. Back to my thesis: The only thing that holds the Ricochet ship together is what we have in common: a vague social/political big idea called conservatism. Within that broad framework, we’re a diverse lot.
Yes, Ricochet is peopled by an array of antipodal groups: Jews and Christians, atheists and true believers, STEM folk and Luddites, males and females, cat fanciers and dog lovers.
We even have a smattering of hippies. I’m pretty sure the pony-tailed polymath, Mr. Arahant, is a hippie. “She” the goat herder not only eschews makeup, but rumor has it that she plays a didgeridoo. I think that’s hippyish, don’t you? I even have some hippy tendencies in me, remnants of days when I wasn’t so damned old.
We have a ton of Ricocheters on the libertarian side of the conservative spectrum. They sometimes have spirited conversations, within a particular thread, with the more traditional Republicans. Because they’re all conservatives, however, those conversations are always polite, and they pick up after themselves when they’re done.
Of course, we have STEM folks, or Recessed Chin Pencil Geeks as I call them. (When kids, they entered little working volcanoes in science fairs.) Their antipodes are the liberal arts people, or Warm Fuzzies as I like to call them. My choice of sobriquets for the two groups probably gives me away. Yes, I myself am one of the Warm Fuzzies. And when I post my articles, usually as thin as smoke, as flippant as a sitcom teen, the Recessed Chin Pencil Geeks never criticize. I think that’s nice of them. I even occasionally get a Like from a Geek, though I suspect it’s a pity Like.
A more engaged foe of the Fuzzies are the politically involved, or Wonks Who Stayed Awake During Civics Class as I like to call them. If I were a Wonk, I would probably be a bit condescending toward the Warm Fuzzies, who majored in things like literature and art, and therefore know very little about the world. They were the kids who doodled while their teacher droned on and on about the tripartite system of the federal government. But they do know a lot about Alexander Pope’s poems, as if anyone cared.
An interesting antipodal twosome on Ricochet are the Jews and Christians. This divide should generate heat but, in fact, the two sides seem to like one another. I don’t belong to either camp, but I’ve read so many posts by Jewish Ricocheters that Yiddish words — chutzpah, schlemiel, kvetch, and so on — are starting to creep into my conversations. (Uh oh, am I a cultural appropriator?) And I feel oh so New Yorkish sophisticated when I say to my wife as we walk down the streets of Portland, “Did you see the tuchis on that woman?” My wife doesn’t know Yiddish, but she does know a few earthy English expressions.
But as I say, for the Christians and the Jews it’s usually a love fest. In fact, Orthodox Catholics’ exposition of the arcana of their faith would elicit the vilest comments outside of Ricochet, but within it’s all good.
There is, however, one fiery conflict among antipodal Ricocheters: the Never Trumps, or Orange Man Is Bad Contrarians as I call them, versus the Ever Trumps, or the He’s an Idiot But He’s Our Idiot Folk, as I call them.
Each time one of the Never Trumps posts an anti-Trump essay, the Ever Trumps leap into the thread like Vikings into battle. It gets testy. So testy at times that Code of Conduct people, or czarists as I like to call them, swoop down and delete a fiery remark or ad hominem attack.
Too much sweetness on Ricochet undermines my naturally dour nature. As an antidote, I sometimes sit down and soak in every acrid response within the Trump/anti-Trump threads. Sometimes I root for the Never Trumps, but usually for the Ever Trumps. It doesn’t matter. I like the gameplay.
You may harbor an idea or two that would go toward making Ricochet even more diverse. Perhaps you’re an Anarchist entrepreneur with weird ideas. Or an ever-Trump Scientologist. Tell us about your ideas.
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