First off, for 30+ years, I’ve absolutely adored writer Andy Partridge. It’s hard to put into cogent words how profoundly his work has impacted (and improved) my own, and burrowed into my heart and life. 1/
So the disaster of past two days has been tough, and my role painful. 2/
Within the post, however, was a crude, broad blame placed entirely on Israel as the root cause, 3/
The goal? Probably one world banking and government system run by "the only democracy in the Middle East"
Wink”
Andy’s response was “Wink”.
Oof. 4/
So, that was it. 5/
Then the shit hit the fan; 6/
This morning, he dumped his profile, and, serious damage done, retreated, save for to post through a friend that he appreciates the concern expressed for his health, 8/
Sigh. Wrong.
It’s heartbreaking, but despite multiple entreaties to consider based on what I assumed were his own moral groundings, and having myriad possible exit ramps all through, 9/
Terribly, terribly sad, but a mess of his own making. 10/
But the nice thing about a mess is that it can be cleaned up. And the nice thing about a body of work, 11/
I will always speak my mind, 12/
I’m sad that this ended as it did. If you’re reading this, Andy, I’ll always wish you well, 14/
RS. /end