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Should I have written,
is it not?
I know a guy who asks a question that he knows the answer to. Of course, I may be paranoid and he may actually not know the answer to this question but come on, OK, ya know. But anyway, whether he knows the answer or not he knows that everyone will not always share every opinion that he has as, you know, Laurel and Hardy, while simpaticos, were not always on the same page, and that's OK too.
It begs the question though, does he not know the answer, is he feigning to not know the answer as a cover for his political and cultural affiliations or is it deeper than that? Is this a cover for antisocial behavior and even, dare I say, racism under the guise of some grammatical conundrum?
It's fair to say that some, of a certain ilk, obfuscate true, deeply held prejudices via overly wordy and obscure writings. Is that the case here, to be fair, maybe not. Maybe it is just a true question, "should I have written is it not" but come on, ya know, is this really a question, a statement, an obfuscation?
In a forum long ago and far away there was an environment where the moderators were intolerant, overly active and there were no participants, to speak of, that weren't moderators. To which the question obviously arises, is one a moderator when there are only moderators to moderate? This derives from the old saw, "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
My feeling is that this question can't and shouldn't be answered as the "woodchuck" in question is obviously a racial metaphor, or am I being paranoid? I don't think so. I have a neighbor who is a woodchuck, not an actual woodchuck, but you know, a woodchuck in manner. He doesn't acknowledge this but it's obvious to me and the question is "What should I do?"
He cannot actually chuck wood but he thinks that he can and it's upsetting to me. I've spoken to him about it for years. His privileged behavior is offensive, he isn't accepting my critics even though I've carefully worded them all.
Should I engage in fisticuffs with him, I would employ the Queens rules, I'm complained to all my neighbors, the police and I've written letters to the literati and all I've received is their derision.
In a word, "Dear Abby, what should I do"?