Twitter assaults are unfortunately par for the course if you write any kind of opinionated column. The toxicity is such these days that you’re almost certainly doing something wrong if you don’t get hated on now and then. So I’m used to slings and arrows. But once in a blue moon and in a weak moment I’ll temporarily succumb to a fantasy in which I’m Jake LaMotta destroying Tony Janiro. But it never lasts for more than a few seconds. Because of I always think of that moment in Barry Lyndon when Ryan O’Neal is coolly shunned by a certain fellow of wealth and position after that concert recital in which he beat the hell out of Leon Vitali in front of several powdered-wig guests.
