WelcomeL'esprit de l'escalier
Beware o man thy grievous fall....
L'esprit de l'escalier is me (BMcC[18-11-46-503]). "L'esprit de l'escalier or l'esprit d'escalier is a French term used in English for the predicament of thinking of the perfect reply too late. English speakers sometimes call this 'escalator wit', or 'staircase wit'. Afterwit is a synonym, with forewit as its antonym." (Wikipedia) Less important, I am also the King of Typos.[1]
My intrusive parents wrecked my mental reflexes by trying to suffocate my little soul under a big pile of their social conditioning. I was notv freely allowed to call my mother and have her deal with it: "mud" which is what I spontaneously felt to call said item, so, due to fear, I still often can't think on the spot of what anything is, i.e., how bad it is. Only some time later I may figure out what was done to me and what I should have responded to the offending party. Fortunately my parents did not totally destroy my mind, so better late than brain dead, but I hypothesize that if I had had parents who encouraged me to question them and to cultivate my feelings, I might be able to respond verbally to bad people like Wyatt Earp could respond to them with his 6-gun: fast and dead on target. Bang! You're dead. "Look, child! Don't believe what we tell you, because we might be wrong. Check it out for yourself and let us know if you suspect we might we wrong about anything. We don't want any young person respecting us for just having crapped in the toilet more times than they have. Keep your eyes and ears open, and watch your back! Get on with it, kid!"
Now for the typos. I type almost as as fast as I THINK, and, to be precise, I often THINK in the act of typing → not just transcribing pre-thought thoughts. My personal computer keybroad often gets characters in the wrong order or/and misses some, or maybe I mess it u[? Sometimes the result is so bad that my text reads like it is advocating what it is criticizing. I try to edit what I write but it's a drag to just try to go back through the past looking for nits, instead of moving on into the future, So I produce many typographical errors ( typos). Maybe that is good, because it gives petty people opportunities to jump up and down like chimpanzees for a banana to point out that I have failed to dot a 't' or cross an 'i' (sic) and thereby avoid themselves dealing with my demythologizing their sacred cows, so they can mindlessly continue to believe. Moo!
Footnotes
- ↑ Typo of the day (early 2022): I meant to write that the NYT ran an article saying that "Germany'y alt-right believe in each child developing his potential." But I typed "un". Every liberal would jump on that one: Of course right-wingers repress children's potential, like politically correct people do here in the U.S.A., right?
