I know, I know. There are those who might suppose that I actually think through my hindmost end. Most of those persons, undoubtedly, have observed my fine work here at the blog. I like to think that I’m a little more versatile than that. Sometimes. I do not take offense at the idea that my thinking is frequently similar to that of personages sometimes known in the vernacular as “ass-hats”—not a reference, mind you, to millinery designed for Equus africanus asinus—my thoughts can be odd at the best of times. But of course, I would consider it indelicate to accuse any donkeys of thinking as weirdly as I do.
What seems objective to one may be objectionable to another, though the object, to both, might be to subvert overt subjectivity.
See that? I did it yet again, didn’t I.
Is there an intersection or interaction between fact and fiction—or is the connection only full of friction? Can’t say.