Just revisiting this and back to you soon.

With the amount of virtue signaling currently on display, I think it’s time to re-visit, re-unite, re-make, and re-model.

What a lousy time this is.

Look At Me, I'm Wonderful

Puzzling (verb, present participle) over:

        Confusion’s dimensions and borders; Self-loathing;  Crankiness. 

        Last item my departure, arrival, all-points-in-between state.  

Yesterday a radio ad related crankiness to age: disturbing if true.  It's my birthday.  I’m getting older.

If you aren't enlightened like Buddha or Jesus, crafty as a shark on Shark Tank, or a politician, confusion is as natural as clouds and water flowing. 

“Self-loathing” claim-staking (as opposed to actual self-loathing) is so commonplace these days that it has practically replaced “irony” as the contemporary fallback cliche.  With rare exceptions, it signifies vanity (overproof).  In  mirror rooms reflecting themselves and scrolling electronic word salads, people remain in love with themselves, hating everyone else.

Virtue signaling is the new leitmotif and methodology, replacing all others.  So much virtue around one can hardly stand it.   Even the great Ray Davies, a longtime exponent of occasional sincere self-loathing, virtue signals now.  When I saw that happen, I knew we were finally, really, in trouble, trouble that has nothing to do with Donald Trump.  Little trouble does, actually. 

Given its constant currency, virtue signaling deserves its own blog.

Look At Me, I'm Wonderful -- Bonzo Dog Band (Link)