While I was traveling this weekend away from the Internet (other than for law practice email, the jealous mistress who never sleeps), a reader was spending hours plowing through blog posts on this site. I did not recognize the IP address, and all my usually insightful monitoring services could tell me was that the reader was located somewhere in Texas. Although it might have been a "scraper," who steals content to post elsewhere (without attribution) in order to induce readers to download malware, those folks are usually located in the ruins of the former Soviet Empire, a deracinated land apparently populated with plenty of kleptocrats and criminals. They also do their work quickly and do not spend twenty to thirty minutes at a stretch reading posts and/or watching posted videos.
Whoever it is, you do realize that you can never recover those wasted hours, don't you? In the end, all you will have discovered is that I am a man whipsawed by the war between his nature and his desire to overcome it, a man attempting to find a proper balance among the four loves (storge, phileo, eros and-the highest-agape) and failing misreably at every turn. You will have also discovered, I expect, that, as an anonymous hater emailed me some time ago, I am a man who is "seriously full of s**t." It is impossible to argue with reality, notwithstanding my repeated attempts to do so.
On the other hand, you may have also discovered that I have learned a couple of things, as useless as they have proved to be to me in my everyday life: (1) in the end, you, like the protagonist in the film version of "Fight Game," may find that the person you repeatedly punch in the face is not "the other," but yourself; and (2) love always overcomes hate, the light always overcomes the darkness, and denying love is akin to denying the ground under your feet. Fighting love rather than surrendering to its power is a fool's errand.
Of course, as you've also discovered, dear mysterious reader, this blog is loaded to the brim with foolishness.