The comment located here was put up recently, and leaves me a lot to think about. I’ll let you decide for yourself whether it is a punk or something real. I am hoping as I dissect it to make that decision for myself.
First, if you actually go to take a look at the comment, you’ll see why I put up a photo of the “Enter” key from a Qwerty keyboard. That key is useful. It separates thoughts into “paragraphs,” and makes for easier reading. There are quite a few natural break points in the comment, but the author doesn’t seem to know that readers prefer short paragraphs.
I don’t know why people write in long tirades like that, not taking time or organize. It could be that our “Master Mason” was in a hurry, typing on an “eyes only” Masonic keyboard, and wanted to get it all written and publisher before he got caught.
There’s another possibility. In the town that I grew up in, there were a couple of Masonic Temples, but the members more often congregated in bars, usually dedicated to orders like Masons, Elk, Moose, Shriners (OK, Catholic, and not Masonic, but trust me, the Knights of Columbus is centered around a hall, the center of which is a bar). It could be that Master Mason was tying one on. I don’t think he was sent on a mission, or was allowed to talk out of school.
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