Here I go again
If you're a subscriber to The Kick in the Pants Newsletter, on Friday you read how I have a new disease (invented by me) called opinionophobia. I'm allergic to opinions - mine as well as yours and everyone else's.
Here's one reason why:
Look up this page and you'll see whichever way you look at it, there is plenty to think and talk about apart from government intrigue, political argy-bargy, sound bites, TV news, talk-back radio, sports comments, the goss of the day, idle chit chat about the weather, the latest episode of current affairs or newspaper headlines, Facebook blah diddy blah blah blah, letters to the editor and amazing email offers.
Whichever way you read it, the advice comes up like this: Finally, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.
That excludes just about anything else on offer.
Remember the wise old owl poem a kindly soul wrote in your childhood autograph book?
A wise old owl lived in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
Surely a few weeks of that alternative wouldn't hurt any of us.
Anyway, to infinity and beyond.
Live long and prosper