I’m out of contact with most everyone. I’m traveling alone, my phone isn’t hitting any antennas, and my laptop is barely catching a thread of sketchy intermittent wifi. Generally that would suck but today it’s a blessing. I humbly think forced detachment at least today makes me among the luckiest citizens in America.
The last part of this week has been an epic steaming heap of political shitstorms. I was hoping to make light of it with my Novocaine stories but events got dumber and dumber, faster and faster. Reason took a powder and DC is faceplanting quicker than I can write jokes. More distressingly, players with a dark heart gleefully cackle as many good people dance like marionettes. It’s terrible.
Buried amid the um… “debate” surrounding the Kavanaugh… um… “process” is a simple truth. One way or another, the sun will rise tomorrow. Breathe deep. Count to ten. All that stuff.
I had some more rambling associated with my earlier series of posts. I didn’t finish the text yet because I had things to do in real life. Dentistry, jobs, family, and so forth. So do we all. I might get back to it but who knows? Maybe I dodged a bullet getting out of the way? Judging from the vitriol emerging from my truck’s radio and in conversation with everyone I meet, both sides, left and right, have forgotten the mundane grounding moments that are real life. We all still live on earth. Life as we know it is still in effect.
I just looked at the sky… no meteor… us humans still have life to live and shit to do. Isn’t that grand?
OK, I’m glad I said that and if it sounds trite I’m sorry. I mean well and I’ll wrap up quickly. (I’ve only got a few minutes because I’m typing on the tailgate and it’s getting dark.) I’m going back off line for a while. Not because of anything Republicans or Democrats did, but for reasons that involve mountains and radio propagation. Or, as I’m lucky enough to feel deep in my bones, reality.
Be happy folks, we’re a reasonably peaceful, reasonably wealthy, reasonably free, reasonably self-actualized, very blessed nation. Smile. On all sides, take heart. We have survived war, famine, pestilence, disco, and the AMC Gremlin. We’re not entirely wimps. This too shall pass.
I gently entreat anyone who’s jacked into the matrix or freebasing network news to step back from the ledge. If you’re suffering, the solution is to stop. If God wanted to remind us all that we were acting like toddlers wouldn’t it look a lot like this? Perhaps we’ll benefit from a nice weekend; drink a beer, play catch with a dog, talk to your kids, buy your wife a flower, hell if it makes you happy run around naked and howl at the moon… but whatever you do never let politicians turn your mind into a gamepiece. Mellow out, and lighten up. There’s too much stupid in the air and I think we all need a fuckin’ nap.
Good luck y’all. This is just politics. Don’t let people who benefit from playing with your hearts and minds take it too far. Compared to bourbon and butterflies it don’t mean shit.
“I gently entreat anyone who’s jacked into the matrix or freebasing network news to step back from the ledge.”
Well said. Agree with you AdaptiveCurmundgeon.
I call it grounding. Clears my mind, brings me back to reality.
Worth a watch, enjoy …
“realize one’s nature perfectly”
Off the Grid with Rep.Thomas Massie is an intimate look at a congressman’s quest for a self-sustainable life on his farm in eastern Kentucky. “My philosophy is live and let live: You don’t worry about what somebody’s doing in their hollow, as long as they don’t worry about what you’re doing in your hollow.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18_yXt1s2yc
Rep. Thomas Massie (R-KY) Powers His Home With A Tesla Car Battery▲
Congressman Thomas Massie (R-Kentucky) lives completely off the power grid. His house runs completely by renewable energy. As a libertarian, the congressman says a more independent America would be a more prosperous America. Source
yeah thats a good philosophy….except
..for the last 50 years Leftist democrats hell bent on creating a big socialist / communist state have encroached further and further into my life.
Assholes created a giant federal entity to ensure our students get dumber and dumber every year and drink only the leftist kool-aid.
The insanity in the recent SC confirmations ensures that only a masochistic power hungry dolt will accept a president’s nomination to the high court.
My fucking laundry detergent doesn’t work any more and neither does my dishwasher because of do-good ninnies.
My taxes are through the roof to pay for the 50% of the population that are paid to not work.
I could go on and on, but I’m at the edge of a RCOB moment just from bringing this shit to the forefront of my mind.
War approaches. I’m gettin ready.
Whoa now. Even if everything is a shitshow there’s no need to go all Ragnarok just yet. Keep it chill and maintain y’all.
(I am kinda pissed off about dishwashers though.)
I hear ya brother! Preach it! My Good Wife selected a dishwasher a mere five years ago. Top of the line. Precision German Engineering. It’s quiet. It’s stylish. It has many settings so, no matter the dish, it will not really clean them in the most precise manner allowed by law. The owners manual has a troubleshooting section, two pages worth, with a symptom on the left side and a solution on the right. Symptoms range from stains and particles still on the dishes to failure to start. The Solutions side seems to consist entirely of “ensure the power light is lit” and “add more rinse agent.” My Good Wife has a 6-acre garden and my typical water bill in the summer is between 8000 and 15000 gallons per month. Reducing my dishwasher and washing machine to ineffectiveness just to force me to save a gallon of water, a gallon I’m perfectly willing to pay for, is the ultimate insult to a voter. I’m smart enough to elect people, smart enough to pay a utility bill, but apparently not smart enough to know the dishwasher uses water? I want whomever came up with this, and the guy who decided my gas cans should splash gas on me whenever I fill up the lawnmower, to pay for their crimes against humanity.
I have yet to meet a living being who likes the “California gascan”. I never expected the people who make the rules to be real engineers but I expect them to at least have never run a lawnmower. (Or washed a dish!)
That sums it up pretty well.