Trip... stumble... THUMP! ... ouuuuuuuch.
Yeah... Payin' poor attention, I backed into the hole I try to warn ever'body else about... just another futile attempt at tryin' to ward off the encroaching hoard of gimme bugs.
In spite of my counsel to others that; when confronted by a welfare/entitlement soh-sigh-uh-tee... it's best... just like when confronted by death... to just walk off from it, I picked my foot up, and stupidly stepped right square into the center of the cow pie.
Trying to communicate with the bus drivers for that crowd is like trying to ride a bronc cross country without a saddle; It rubs sores on a man's soul.
I feel like the deer that's accused of selfishness for pulling his leg away from the wolf that's chewin' on it... "If you were a good deer you'd want to contribute to soh-sigh-uh-tee... so quit kickin'... and hand me that other leg."
Like a corral full of horses, ever' once in a while you gotta scrape out all the crap that's accumulated. If a fella wants to breathe fresh air he ain't gonna get it sittin' on top of a cesspool.
Looking toward the horizon I can see a lot of torn up trails and toll roads ahead. There's always a way around such obstacles. Roadblockers just ain't bright enough to cover all the trails. That and they mostly ain't got the guts to ride the rough country. A guy just has to take a care for his tires and the fuel in the tank.
I'll be spending the next few weeks cleaning out my packs and jettisoning those thoughts and ideas that just don't help a man these days. Moldy gear has a way of spreading the contamination to good gear so I'll watch for signs of rot and cut it out. While I'm scrubbin' and cleaning I'll look for the places the rats can get in to chew on my goods and seal up those holes as best I can to protect what's left from those vermin...
Maybe I'll keep a nice sized piece of hickory close to hand. I hear the noise of a rat workin'; and WHACK! ... one less rat.
I've realized that engaging in conversation with political whores is unlikely to provide a
fella with much in the way of inspirational integrity or clarity of
thought... so ... like an addict goin' off Skag cold turkey, both forms of politics are on the pile outside waitin' on the trash truck.
Both forms? Think about it... If I have to explain it, you won't understand.
The future? That's what I'm settin' about reconstructing. At least my own up close and personal long lonesome road. While excluding all those philosophies and deceitful arrogance of
proselytizing, political, entitlement parasites that's sitting out on
the trash heap.
I believe I'll get back to hunting the ways a life that can be lived with liberty, art, literature, photography (as soon as I'm able to replace my cameras), fellowship, creativity, curiosity, and a heavy reliance on individual responsibility...
With... Motorcycle tours, cogitating on the logistics of building winter camps, thoughts on realistic minimalism, writing and finding ways a person can produce; through a creativity that feeds the soul and not just the "wallet"; what they need as they need it... rather than the current carnivorous "approved" way of throwing your life into someone else's grinder and hoping you're allowed to have a bit of the production when it comes out the other end... along with all the other pursuits I named, there's no shortage of things to keep myself occupied in the absence of that Trash Pile.
You might say I'm putting a Copyright on my life. If it ain't yours... you can't use it without my permission. ;) Ain't it curious that you have the Right to restrict and control the use of a book... But NOT your life?
Ah... the air is clearer already.
Still tryin' to get loose for a Cool Out ride... not unexpected, but still sudden, battery issues appeared yesterday... have to diagnose 'fore I can feel steady enough to twist the throttle and ride... Hopin' for tomorrow or Saturday.