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For a while now I’ve been reading the blog Atlas Shrugs by Pamela Geller.  Early on I recognized the female “Screech Factor”, which is high emotional content in words.  This emotional writing can REALLY get on my nerves, and I attribute it to my lack of ability to deal with emotional women.  I drop ‘em like hot rocks.

Does Pamela write well?  Mostly.  Does she write about stuff I want to know?  Yes, otherwise she’d be off my blog reading list.  Do I trust everything she writes?  Not at all.  Why?  Emotional writing; it’s just open yellow journalism.  Drives me bonkers.

But, like I said, I still read her because she talks about Jewish issues and is sort of in-line with my general way of thinking.  However, if I had a choice between reading Atlas Shrugs and Solomonia, it’s Solomonia all the way (even with the bastardized shortened RSS feed which pisses me off).

“But Fogey B,” you ask, “why write about Pamela Geller and women bloggers in general today?  Why not a while back?”

Decent question, O imaginary questioner.  I have written about Pamela before, but today I read something from another female blogger that kinda pissed me off.

Debbie Schlussel wrote a piece about Neil Diamond writing the song “Sweet Caroline” and questioningly calling him a pedophile (Neil Diamond, Pedophile?).  What the fuck?  Okay, good headline, gotta read… aaaand we get that emotional writing that makes my short hairs stand.

Neil Diamond says he wrote the song “Sweet Caroline” about Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg, JFK’s daughter after seeing a pic of her in LIFE Magazine, “dressed to the nines in her riding gear, next to her pony” when she was a little girl.

To Debbie Schlussel, this is pedophilia.

Debbie points to some lyrics to make her point:

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline . . . .
And now I, I look at the night, whooo
And it don’t seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh . . . .
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline

Now I’ve written poetry and song lyrics, and I know that a photograph or painting or even a simple scent or sound can inspire art.  Such inspiration doesn’t even have to be ABOUT what inspired me, it can simply evoke a feeling, and it’s a seed that germinates and grows.

Those lyrics could be about Neil wanting to tap some prepubescent ass, but they’re FAR FAR FAR more likely to be about a feeing he had when viewing the photo, something that made him feel good to be alive, and that photo summed up that feeling for him.  From there, you can get those lyrics from anywhere.  Touching isn’t always physical touching (that painting touched my heart), or Neil could be thinking about some hot piece of road tail he just banged in the hotel and he’s feelin’ “teh luv”, or he could be lying his publicity-seeking ass off because he’s old and his career is slowing down and more press about him means more sales, which equals steady mortgage payments.

Next, Debbie mentions Diamond’s divorce and says the divorce may’ve occurred because “Maybe she had something like this on him . . . ?”, meaning he’s a pedophile and that’s why the ex got huge money from Neil Diamond.

What… the… FUCK?!  I don’t have the ability or the patience to tell-off this hag in such a complete way that she deserves.  I may stoop to Photoshop, but I’m trying to hold back.

So when a female blogger whips out her fallopians and screeches “PEDOPHILE” about some innocent-seeming lyrics, then tries to back up her scummy assertions with innuendo, I just get full-on pissed.  Debbie Schlussel was “female-blogger screechy” before, but this is just way too much.

She’s off my blog reading list for good.

Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline