Jerry Furhman of Bland County loves to hate the stuff I write, and he loves to write about that hatred on his blog, From on High.
That’s flattering in no small way, because Jerry’s helping spread the word about my humble columns every time he writes about me. Heck, Jerry’s efforts may actually have played a key role in my being recently named one of America’s top columnists.
So Jerry, if you had anything to do with that, thanks partner!
Anyway, I’m kind of concerned about him these days, for reasons that have nothing to do with the unusual photo on the left.
It appears Jerry’s been going through an intellectual rough patch of late, which may be a sign of a much longer-term cognitive decline. The evidence: he’s no longer content with forcefully criticizing arguments he opposes. Now, he’s devolved into the name-calling of writers with whom he disagrees.
The worst part? His insults aren’t even creative. Instead, they’re banal and lame, and usually bathroom-centered, such as “. . .sh*t-for-brains Dan Casey. . .
I would email him and ask how low he intends to go with “From On High” but I don’t want to tax his brain with my wit.
He sounds terribly frustrated. Hang in there, Jerry! The good readers of this blog will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.