Insanity, by definition
Look around you, take a good long look.
If you are like me, you see stands of red oak, white oak, maple, sour wood, and poplar. Maybe an ocasional squirrel or rabbit or turkey (the deer are in the fields this time of year)all dependent on whether dogs are asleep or not.
Then look at the news or independent agreggregator like Drudge. The comparisons are world’s apart. (And as it should be. Everyone needs a chance to get away from the asylum now and again.)
I am watching a world that is vaguely familiar, ripping itself to shreds, over ideas that make not one ounce of sense when observed through the lense of reason. Of course, when you have no foundation for reason, you haven’t any sense of proportion and therefore, no sense.
One thing going round is the whole “self-identified” malarkey. Seriously? You are either a pointer or a setter; what’s in your head is superseded by what’s between your legs. (IE:your imagination is always trumped by the physical world) If you don’t agree with what nature gave you, that’s your issue, not mine nor everyone else’s. Dunno what the problem is here other than the fact that most people are just not satisfied unless they are making everyone else miserable. (They must all be democraps, it’s the only variable that makes the equation balance)(note:balance but still not make sense)
Another point going around (again!)is gun control. Here’s my take on it
There are only obsolete tactics. What I bring with me to the party is only a tool towards an end. I am what makes the world dangerous to my enemies. Ban whatever you want kids, I will still be functional and just as dangerous tomorrow. (Maybe more so, depending on how desperate y’all make me)
Insanity. The world is full of it, and the insane seem to feel the need to fuck with the rest of us. Yeah, keep it up, I am going back out on the porch and watch the Robins chase bugs.