Blame, Responsibility, Consequence

There are so few unnuanced days, at least those that don't come with a body count. I think it was Aaron Sorkin who wrote that. So too, there are very few unnuanced situations, or those that aren't best described by the apportionment of responsibility to all parties at least in part.

There are very few virginal pollyannas in the world, and most certainly I don't even come close to one.

That said, sometimes the responsibility is so clear cut as to point the finger of blame not with rancor but with simple truth. Sometimes one of the actors in a given drama is so over-the-top that sometimes the antagonist becomes The Antagonist, and “Pure Evil” isn't such a difficult, distant concept at least for a little while.

I don't mean to be abstract, much less abstruse, obtuse or any other -use, but there are things I must keep to myself even if right now all I want to do is shout the name of the Antagonist at the top of my lungs if for no other reason that to warn the rest of San Francisco's pup-ulation that there's a predator in the doghouse.

Everyone takes the blame for primary and secondary things when the world goes pear-shaped—everyone involved. Be sure of that. Comeuppance is a bitch and the universe finds ways of setting things aright.