When moonbats come home to roost

Warning: Irony Alert Level - High

Approximately once a year I find myself having to gently remind the reading public of a few salient facts about myself and this site.  Today seems to be such a day:

Although I was unanimously elected the sole representative of the global religious Jewish community several years ago, and dutifully assumed office the moment I began keeping this journal, I'll be the first to admit that I occasionally lose focus and become a bit of a potty mouth.  It is one of my great failings and I always regret such lapses when they are brought to my attention.

Unfortunately, most people lack the courage of their moral convictions and fear telling the emperor he is wearing no clothes.  Speaking 'truth to power' is, sadly, a challenge to which almost nobody wishes to rise.

It is my good fortune, therefore, that somewhere in the wilds of Marina Del Rey, California lives a selfless woman whose thankless self-appointed job it is to vigilantly monitor my writing output... and when necessary, guide me gently back onto the straight and narrow. 

This must be a tremendous personal burden which, I fear, likely keeps her from enjoying the finer things in life such as direct human contact, periodic interaction with members of the medical community, and the latest advances in the pharmaceutical arts.

Others may look at this woman and see only a housebound agoraphobe with a puritanical streak and a cable modem.  But I see her for what she is; a crusader for truth, justice and the evangelical way... dedicating herself to tirelessly conferring upon countless others a level of exquisite moral purity that she has already carefully distilled in herself.

As the sole representative of religious Jews everywhere, I can't help but be thankful for such a spiritual proctor who frequently demonstrates the moral courage to remind me when the august mantle I wear begins to drag in the mud. 

I'm deeply ashamed to admit that when the mood for sincere introspection is not upon me I occasionally delete her comments.

If only there were some honors or awards I could confer on such a selfless person that would adequately express my gratitude.  But alas she prefers to humbly pursue her chosen quest from behind the anonymous veil of multiple surnames... choosing instead to be known to the world only by the simple moniker; 'Joan'.

Therefore, from this day forward... by the powers invested in me by the those who so long ago crowned me 'Treppenwitz - Protector of Jewish Values and Sole Representative of Religious Jews Worldwide' , I hereby dub thee 'Dame Joan - Mistress of the Most Noble Order of the Common Garden Troll, Protector of Cyber Purity and Defender of the Faith'.

Arise Dame Joan and sally forth on your chosen quest with vigor and strength.

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Update:  In reading through the last post I wrote about one of Dame Joan's visits to treppenwitz, I noticed some sage advice offered by doctor Bean that is as relevant now as it was then:

"If you've been more sad than happy for many weeks, or if you see or hear things that other people don't see or hear, or if you believe that public things like the TV or the internet have secret private messages just for you, please see your doctor and report to him these symptoms."