Ffolkes,
How lame it is to hate or bully,
I’ll never understand it fully.
Instead of living life on a level,
The bully gives his time to the devil.
See! This is what happens when I turn my hand to poetry. Oh, I know, it’s technically correct, and rhymes as well……it’s just not very good. It’s generally why I stick to prose for the most part, but every once in a while this irresistible urge to rhyme strikes me square between the eyes, and if I don’t give in, it drives me nuts until I do. Today, we were all fortunate that the urge came when it did, and that I was able to fulfill the urge quickly; this means we may now return to our regularly scheduled activities…….and top of the morning to you!
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“Do not be afraid of enemies; the worst they can do is to kill you. Do not be afraid of friends; the worst they can do is betray you. Be afraid of the indifferent; they do not kill or betray. Yet only because of their silent agreement, betrayal and murder exist on earth.” — Bruno Yasienski, contemporary Soviet novelist
This is a very subtle, yet powerful insight into human nature. Most people never think deeply enough about any particular subject to ever discover any insight, so finding this is serendipitous, leading the way as it does to our subject matter, to wit: indifference, otherwise known as active apathy. I’ve said it before; people are lazy. If they can accomplish their ends without any effort on their part, they consider it their due, and that they have the right to do so. If they must actually perform some act in order to get what they want or need, they will complain about it the whole time. And if they are forced to think, they become teenagers, resistant to any form of communication or control, and refuse categorically to use their mind for anything other than figuring out how to keep from thinking or acting.
In most of us, this inherent laziness is balanced by an understanding of the twin concepts of honor and duty. For these folks, laziness still exists, but their reaction to it, is to use it as motivation to think up new ways to do things that save time and effort. In short, they use their imagination to their benefit, rather than using it to find excuses for not getting things done. Mr. Yasienski’s insight is what this concept looks like when taken to its logical conclusion…..I hope to find a book or whatever this young man writes; he appears to have a good grip on reality, or at least of his version of it…..
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My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ah, sweet bird of youth! These days I have trouble keeping one end of one candle lit, much less both ends. It’s like the early days of solar power, when the panels needed 3 full sunshine days to accumulate enough power to run the household for one day; every expenditure of energy on my part requires at least an equal amount of downtime, in order to maintain minimum function while conscious. In short, I’m getting old. It’s an interesting process, really, and can be quite entertaining at times, while at other times it can just be a drag. I don’t think I mind the grey hair that grows out of my ears; I have scissors and a mirror. And I can usually deal okay when I find some physical activity I used to perform easily is now a pitched battle; that is expected.
But I wasn’t issued a manual with clues to how one should, or can, deal with the aging process, and I’m finding that lack to be problematic. It would have helped if I knew that with advancing years comes the creeping butt syndrome, where one’s ass spreads to fill the available chair space, and that makes one feel like they are walking around with a bowling ball strapped to their gut. It would have been nice to get a little warning about the importance of fiber; it is amazing to me how many of life’s activities at this age can be affected by the presence or absence of sufficient fiber in the diet. Get too much, and spend the day bouncing between bed and toilet; too little, and well, we don’t want to go there, it’s ugly. SIGH…..and there’s no road back to Youth, for any of us…..
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In Tennessee, it is illegal to shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile.
Which, if you think about it, makes perfect sense…..in the Bizarro Dimension. No, but really, I’ll bet there’s a really good story behind the passage of that particular piece of legislative frivolity. Obviously, the intent of the law is to stop folks from shooting at game out of their vehicles altogether; I have no idea if it worked or not (considering the fact they felt they needed the law in the first place, it’s doubtful it had any real effect other than to make people look around for witnesses before firing). But, as one who appreciates whimsy in all its disguises, I find it to be a delightful attempt at injecting a bit of levity into such a thoroughly stuffy process as making laws It’s no worse than the warning labels the FDA requires, to prevent us from having to live with our own stupidity, warning us against eating something any child of 3 knows better than to touch, or seeing if one can take a suppository orally (that one is real; someone actually did that…shudder…). Making laws like this, to protect us from ourselves, is a futile pastime, but for some unknown reason, we keep trying to legislate morality, and attempting to repeal the laws of natural selection, which is a fool’s game at best…..it reminds me of the old saw about trying to teach a mule to dance. It’s a waste of time and effort, and it just annoys the mule. In this case, we are the mule……
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Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries she
With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me…
— Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus”
In today’s tempest-in-a-teapot of political chicanery, so-called “patriots” wander around spouting off about how proud they are to be an “Uhmurrikin”, (spelled phonetically to reflect their butchering of their native tongue), and shower us on a daily basis with their nonsensical claims and ignorant racism. How can one be proud to be American? Did you choose to be born here? No, it was an accident of birth. Your parents have the right to be proud, for having provided you with your citizenship, but you didn’t have any say in the matter, and have no reason to be proud. It’s just a false pride, stemming out of the Judeo-Christian concept of elitism.
I would wager a considerable sum, and give odds, that none of the current political superstars knows where this poem is inscribed. Even if they know, they disagree with the idea, and will find some way to throw dirt on the sentiment displayed, because as we all know, we only want new immigrants who are white Christians; persons of color, or heretics, aren’t wanted by a surprisingly large number of politicians who live on the Right side of our two point six party system. The idea of sharing is foreign to them (pun intentional, naturally), and learning to embrace both compassion and diversity is well beyond their self-limited, and self-limiting, capabilities. Ignorance has won a lot of battles recently, in the eternal war it carries on with the forces of Reason and Knowledge. I’m thinking it’s time for the proponents of the latter to remove their gloves, and get down to the serious business of beating ignorance out of the human spirit……
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“A child can go only so far in life without potty training. It is not mere coincidence that six of the last seven presidents were potty trained, not to mention nearly half of the nation’s state legislators.” — Dave Barry
I enjoy Dave Barry’s sense of humor, especially when he points it at politics. I really don’t have much to say about this, other than to note that it is probably gospel truth. It may even be generous in its estimation of the number of elected officials who were able to complete the training; I’m not sure if even that many of them possess the required number of functioning brain cells to absorb the course material, much less the number needed to perform these essential functions without some supervision. Otherwise, we’d be seeing a lot more congressmen on camera with zippers in the open, unlocked position, or with yellow shoes…….I could go on like this forever, it seems, so we’ll call for mercy now……pity them, but never give them encouragement…..
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And another one bites the dust……it’s been real, folks. See you on the flip-side…..y’all take care out there….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.
gigoid
Kowabunga!
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