It’s called “Conniption Fit” in honor of that great tradition handed down through the generations. A conniption fit arrives as a temporary surrender to raging exasperation, and only comes after lengthy and profound provocation.
A conniption fit is a true fit, with flailing arms, shouting, gnashing of teeth, and stomping of feet. There is often colorful profanity and coarse language, or there may merely be inchoate roaring. Such fits are brief, but are intended to be an expression of both seriousness of purpose, and of utter finality: those people responsible for the circumstances leading to a conniption fit are supposed to see it as a sign that Things Must Change Or Else. A conniption fit, if conducted properly, is a dignified and honorable event.
(Note that it is this dignity that distinguishes a conniption fit from its poor cousin, the hissy fit. A hissy fit is not at all honorable, being merely an emotional collapse. It’s scarcely more than a temper tantrum, in fact, and so is usually interpreted as a sign of immaturity or incapacity to deal with perfectly ordinary stresses and disappointments.)
The world isn’t perfect, but but most things in this life just don’t have to be as evil, shoddy, useless, corrupt, or silly as they tend to be. Every so often, every decent and thinking person has to consider having a conniption fit.
That’s where this blog offers a helping hand. These posts represent several stages of conniption: some posts discuss those unwelcome things that make us think a conniption might soon be in order, while other posts describe wondrous things that might help us stave off a conniption. Every so often, of course, some posts will actually be conniptions.
