I've been fighting a battle.
It is the classic clashing of swords between the Hof on the right shoulder and the Hof on the left shoulder.
The horned Hof (Hhof) on the left shoulder says I should submit to my desire to post about another (to remain unnamed) blogger. This blogger in question (BIQ) has a world view and disposition that is very disheartening. This perspective has come to the forefront in the past six months on BIQ's blog.
The BIQ needs someone to grab them by the shoulders and shake them. Shake them hard and hope it brings some sense in the BIQ's broken soul. There is no sign that BIQ can come back to reality on their own.
BIQ had constructed a warped view of how the world works and is on a path that will only lead to more sadness and more pain. The worst part, the BIQ is not alone. The BIQ is bringing another on this path.
The winged Hof (Whof) on the right shoulder says I don't really know anything about the BIQ. He says I can not know BIQ anymore than anyone can know me by this blog. He says the moral thing is to say and do nothing and let BIQ lead BIQ (and company) to wherever they are going.
He says I am not in the cold-water-in-face business and that BIQ would not react well to any exposure. He says any post that strips away the smoke and mirrors and shines a bright spotlight on BIQ will only cause more harm. BIQ is in no position to hear what I feel the need to say.
Hhof says a blog war makes for great entertainment for everyone. There is no doubt a post about BIQ would result in such a thing.
Whof says a blog war will have only two casualties; BIQ's fragile self image and my always-under-construction soul.
Hhof says, "fuck it". Hhof thinks I've over thought the whole thing already. Hhof says write the damn post, get it off my chest and let the chips fall as they may.
Whof is handing me a token to get on the high road express.
You already know what HofSnark thinks.