Been porch-sitting and thinking again, folks. Nothing new in that, except I’ve switched the brand of smokes I inhale. Been thinking on how I’ve become a sort of graphic novel character. Call him “Rhetorical Man” (because Invisible Man’s been taken). Thinking this makes me hot under the collar. Not only am I not seen, but I’m also not heard.
Webster’s defines rhetorical as: “(A question) asked merely for effect with no answer expected.” Gawd knows I ask a lot of questions, but I don’t do it merely for effect. Admittedly, my writing style’s rhetorical because I’m decidedly shooting for effect. But when I ask a question of somebody … unbelievably, I actually want and expect an answer. However, my luck there, though, isn’t good, and that’s why I’m “Rhetorical Man” and why I’m ticked off.
Buck Torske
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