I pop over to Twitter every once in awhile and look up what a favorite columnist or talking head might be saying. They are identified as who they actually are. Not so those who respond. Hiding behind their made up names they become unbelievably foul. Unfortunately many of those being accosted do the same in return.
Why do they behave this way? My friend contends it's because they can. Pure and simple. Is that really all there is to it? That they can it's permissible to be not only foul but cruel as well? I don't get it.
This is nothing new. It has been creeping into social media from roots in blogging. Like this one. For quite some time after I began this blog I was know as Dogwalk or DWM. I have always, though, tried to be civil even when in disagreement with a commenter or being attacked by one. I could see no point in being otherwise.
But now. Whew. It has overflowed into every aspect of society. The media, the celebrity world, politicians including the President, everyday ordinary people amassing protests, many times over no more than a buzz word.
My friend stated quite emphatically that this isn't her America. It's not mine either, at least not the one in which I grew up. I shouldn't have to brush it off as a generational thing. That times are different now so get over it.
No. I won't get over it because it's unacceptable. I hope Twitter's problems generating revenue bring about its demise. I hope people leave Facebook because there are more ads than comments from friends. How many do you have to scroll through to find a friend's comment? Too many. I have no problem with going back to e-mail or even good old fashioned snail mail with a real handwritten letter. I know that won't happen in this era of instant communication, but it would cause people to take a time out and maybe consider what they are about to say. Even e-mail can do that much.
The pendulum tends to swing both directions. I hope it has nearly reached the far side of incivility and is ready to swing back. Before the country finds itself in such a state that the pendulum is stuck. Broken. As will be the country. And probably beyond repair.