Frankly, I'm disgusted with some bitching and whining I've come across in comment sections out in the blogosphere. Some truly offensive things have been posted regarding the manner of the disapperance of Kim's blog.
* Over four years of constant posting, even logging posts in advance to go up during business travel, vacations and other absences from the screen.
* Bandwidth out the wazooo, with expenses to match. Without the advent of Blogads & Google ads, the site most likely would not have made it to this present day.
* Unceasing attacks by critics, trolls and the whole assemblege of asshats from the left from every niche of the cesspools of socialism.
* And lastly, a highly litigious and predatorily greedy corporate culture; ranging far beyond the norms of laissez faire captialism.
The sudden disapperance of Kim DuToit dot-com and associated sites has been called rude, by some. I would say it was indeed, abrupt. Calling it rude is an ill-judged conclusion, reflecting perhaps, the bias or selfishness of the accuser, especially given the absence of facts so far.
But in times of dire crisis, really, is courtesy always a possiblity? Required, even?
No. It is not.
On an airliner, when you and I de-plane, we leisurely stroll down the aisle, up the jetway and away down the terminal concourse we go, bags in hand.
Conversely, the manner of Kim's departure, to me is redolent of a crisis requiring the immediate employment of the Ejection Seat. Such indicates a far more urgent necessity than standing politely at the jetway to bid adieu to the departing passengers; thanking them for flying this metaphorical Air DuToit.
Yet some complain about their airfare being abused, even though they were really only tipping the pilot for a job well done, as opposed to hiring him as beholden to work yet to be performed.
And it's not like any given reader of Kim's was without parachute, so to speak. Whether sustained by the recollection of the strength and wisdom gained from Kim's rants and essays, or bolstered further by the incredible, aggregated knowledge of the Nation of Riflemen, substenence for the heart and mind yet abounds.
It's not like Kim's readers are left utterly desolate, with no recourse or refuge.
In the larger picture, what few sheckels Kim has drawn from the tip-jar contributions of his readers would cover what.... maybe three months of bandwidth? I'm speaking of his direct appeals for the support of his efforts, as opposed to the occassional "kid before christmas" wishes spoken of this gun or that. Even those contributions would fund but another week, three at the most.
And for damn sure, every cent contributed to the Walter&Adam fund has gone exactly there.
I have stood in Kim and Connie's study with them, as they packed the Nightforce scopes, bases and rings. Those, along with untold miscellania of other goodies the guys need in the sandbox. I know where that money went; I saw every bit and piece be packed for it's fateful, eastward journey.
So, for the total out-of-pocket contributions per individual complainer that would pay maybe less than a week's bandwidth out of over four-years blogging, they'd want to bitch and moan about Kim's smoking hole in the cockpit where the ejection seat used to be?
It is obvious to me that they never really knew the man, nor gave much credence to the soul of his rants and essays. Knowing Kim as I do, I have the measure of the man, and he is not found wanting. No doubt, when the time is right to do so, I'm confident that Kim will either re-open the domain or offer a letter through the various gunbloggers, providing such details and explanations as he sees fit, or feels free to divulge.
I know Kim DuToit to be the epitome of a deeply unselfish man. A man of great honor and integrity.
If you believe otherwise, pehaps it is that you're just a shallow, selfish, self-serving sonofabitch who isn't worthy to lie in the shadow that a great man casts upon the ground.
You got your fifty-dollars worth from that bit in his tip-jar, many hundreds of posts and tens of thousands of essay'd words ago.
Already, the vultures of pettiness circle dishonorably in the sky.
Some of you out there need be ashamed of yourselves.
Deeply and truly ashamed.