I think a few people were laughing about me feeling intimidated and being submissive to cranky county fair volunteers yesterday. Found it pretty funny, myself.<\/p>\n
In real life, I’m mostly just a person who’d rather get along or talk things out than make a scene — until you really offend my sense of right and wrong. Once you get my righteousness up, you’d best get out of my way.<\/p>\n
I’m dealing with an IRL situation like that this very minute. <\/p>\n
On Sunday I mentioned a Bad Thing I’d been told (not asked<\/i>) to keep confidential. It already felt wrong to keep shut about it since it potentially affected a lot of people.<\/p>\n
Then late yesterday I learned that the few of us who thought we were in the know had been lied to. In one very, very, very important, not to say absolutely crucial, aspect, we’d been shined on. We’d been led to believe that the Bad Thing had one very good aspect.<\/p>\n
It does not. Someone apparently decided to invent that one allegedly good point for reasons unknown. To keep the natives from getting restless, perhaps? I don’t know. But we were lied to.<\/p>\n
Now … no more Ms Nice Guy.<\/p>\n
Either these people back down from their nefarious plans — and put that in writing. Or it’s warpath time. <\/p>\n
I’m trying to be constructive. I’ve been working on possible solutions with some of the others involved. People (other than those responsible) are diligently and intelligently trying to route around the damage. There are excellent colleagues ready not only to fight back but to build for the future. We’re taking practical steps, discussing alternatives. There’s hope in sight. <\/p>\n
But now that we know we’ve been lied to, I’ve gone from “OMG, how can this be happening? What can we do about it?” to “If the people responsible for the Bad Thing don’t back off and get the hell out of the way ASAP<\/i>, there’s going to be blood.”<\/p>\n
Well, blood on the blogs, at least. Figuratively speaking.<\/p>\n
With no firm ground to stand on, I demand that plans undone. I want resignations. I call for public disclosure. <\/p>\n
Of course, that’s useless. I’m impotent. Powerless. I have absolutely zero ability to fix this mess by demanding, wanting, and calling. But I’m mad as bloody damned hell and certainly not going to take this Bad Thing or stand by quietly as it’s imposed on others. <\/p>\n
Of all the things I angrily demand, public disclosure is the only one I have any control over. And I will use it.<\/p>\n
Also, it’s just a plain fact that making this wretched business public is the right thing to do. It gives a greater chance of having new people come up with new solutions. <\/p>\n
So far, all I’ve managed to do is make myself look like a pushy b*itch. Which I hate. But you know, there are signs it might actually work. We’ll see.<\/p>\n
I’m holding to confidentiality — well, the threads of confidentiality — still today because a lot<\/i> of innocent people are involved and because solutions still seem possible at this point without public ruckus raising. I do apologize for talking to you about the mess twice now without actually saying anything. It’s eating my guts out and it’s hard to find the right line to walk.<\/p>\n
But if certain perfidious, secretive, lying authoritarians have not taken their plans and agreed to creep away in the next day or two …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I think a few people were laughing about me feeling intimidated and being submissive to cranky county fair volunteers yesterday. Found it pretty funny, myself. In real life, I’m mostly just a person who’d rather get along or talk things out than make a scene — until you really offend my sense of right and wrong. Once you get my righteousness up, you’d best get out of my way. I’m dealing with an IRL situation like that this very minute. On Sunday I mentioned a Bad Thing I’d been told (not asked) to keep confidential. It already felt wrong to…<\/p>\n