Tony’s latest lament:

“I am getting tired of opinions, my own and others. I am ready for some absolutes. Some definitive, uncompromised assurance of anything. I would like to divide all of this grey. I want black. And white. Or red, yellow, and blue.

There was a time I loved confusion, and the multitudinous clashing ideas of value and meaning.

Now I find myself pertrubed by those who can’t appreciate the goodness of things. I don’t mind when folks find goodness where I can’t see it, but I am amazed when they are blind to all of the quality I see in my cultural universe.

Be it music, film, or a case of ethical decisions or motivations, there always seems to be a naysayer for something that I choose to champion.

There may be no accounting for taste, but shouldn’t there be some appreciation for my good sense?”