Disclaimer: Before I delve into the writing of today’s blog,
I feel compelled to state the following:
Firstly, if you choose to respond to this blog but have not previously posted a comment, WordPress will send your initial comment to a bucket for approval. Yes, it’s highly annoying. Unfortunately, my blog comment options are limited to …
1) permitting every single comment without moderation which opens me up for the daily Viagra advertisements and money making schemes from India … y’all didn’t want to see those, I’m sure.
2) tossing all comments into the approval bucket which is immensely annoying when y’all have something to get off your chest, not to mention tiresome to me for the time spent approving legitimate comments.
3) allowing y’all to comment once, then push you on through to my ‘Yes-I-Know-You’ list. Your subsequent posts will then appear immediately.
Monty, I chose what’s behind Door #3.
I’ll say this loud and clear.
I AM NOT MODERATING COMMENTS TO THIS BLOG.
If you don’t see your post right away, refer to above paragraph and please be patient. There is no conspiracy. Folks, y’all know I’m just not smart enough to initiate a conspiracy. I’m merely away from my computer.
Secondly, this is my blog and these are merely my observations and opinions. It is not my intent to incite, enrage, nor lose or gain friends over an already highly sensitive subject.
I’m just sayin’ …
Tam Paton’s death this week opened the proverbial floodgates for some rather heated discussions, the likes of which I haven’t seen since the old AOL days in the mid-90’s. Truth be told, it was all a bit surreal considering I thought we’d put it all behind us years ago.
I did not personally know Tam Paton. I do not personally know, nor am friends with now or in the past, any of the Rollers. And let’s get real here … 95% of the people in the Roller sphere fall into the very same category. We are merely bystanders, privy only to information that we have heard. When the incidents between Tam and Rollers occurred we were, for the most part, kids in high school. As for me, in high school I believed Eric was going to be my husband … and we all know how that turned out.
I’d like to see the one person that can raise their hand and say unequivocally that they were that little fly on the wall during the 70’s and can say fact-for-fact who is telling the truth … and who is lying.
Between Tam and the Rollers
Between Eric and Les
Between any of the guys
It’s quite clear that the stories of what happened are factually in opposition. That presents some interesting scenarios, all of which, for the most part, are really not the point of my blog.
Honestly? What disturbed me most about Tam’s death were the really hateful comments and the subsequent fallout … from ‘both sides’. I’m gonna spank y’all?!
When I logged onto Facebook and saw discussions about dancing on graves and breaking out the alcohol, I kinda gasped. I did. While I realize Tam generally inspired nothing but ill will, if not flat-out loathsome feelings, in most people, I gotta tell ya, the comments were … well … disconcerting. Specifically because what anyone knows of the man is heresy at this point.
I’m not implying Tam’s not all that he’s purported to be and perhaps more. I’m only saying 95% of us never knew him personally. And y’all know that is the truth.
And while I’m on the topic of things that are bothersome, I thought the drawing up of ‘sides’ and the deletion of those we once called friends from both Facebook and myspace was a rather passive-aggressive snitty little move. It boggles the mind that someone would delete (or add) friends based on personal opinions of someone else or a situation that touches only in the fringe of our ‘real’ lives.
Even during the 2008 elections when we all had some very terse political discussions on topics that did affect all Americans, I can’t recall anyone being deleted from a community. But we now determine the inclusion or conversely, exclusion of our friends in our online social communities based on the topic of … geesh … it sounds stupid to even say it … the Bay City Rollers?
What’s mostly sad to me is that I was just talking to my husband the other day about the Savannah trip and how far we’ve come in our little group. How so many years have passed and the fact that we’ve managed to strengthen the connecting threads of friendship based on vastly more things than just the initial connection of the Bay City Rollers. This week, however, I’ve seen so many of those threads frayed and clipped in a gnat’s blink.
It’s disheartening. It’s frustrating … and quite honestly, shocking … to see the cattiness and antagonistic attitudes. It’s frustrating to know that in the big picture, none of this touches the majority of us in our ‘real’ lives. And it’s unfortunate that we’ve chosen this opportunity to prove our worth and value as fans to the Rollers by loudly and vehemently supporting topics of which the majority of us truly know nothing about.
The guys are all big boys. It’s time to let them fight their own battles.
”Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see.”