Neanderpundit

Every once in a while, I do several Ebay searches, to see if there’s a preponderance of things I want- unless there is a glut of something, you can’t get them cheap.

So today I find something that I’ve wanted for a long, long time. A Minox B

Usually, these things are a hundred and fifty bucks, or more. Today I bought one, without even really trying, for $22.

Dozens of these suckers have hit the market in the past couple of days. Now, I’m not a tinfoil hat kinda guy. but several things have happened in the past month that make me wonder.
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My good friend Jenny and I were discussing a mutual acquaintance, and she said “she has no inner life” and though it’s never been a subject of conversation between us, I knew exactly what she meant.

I know a lot of people like that, people who have no awareness beyond the surface, who barely ever have a thought they don’t speak. I think that bloggers as a general rule have a fairly rich inner life, and the very best bloggers are those in which there is a deeply spiritual inner life. No, I don’t mean religious. Spiritual and religious are two things removed one from another- and if you don’t get that, you probably don’t have much innner life.

I tend to think that inner life can be established by a variety of things. Mine, I’m pretty sure, was a result of being such a voracious reader as a youth. I grew up with a head full of other worlds, other ideas, other concepts. By twelve, I understood what bullshit the educational system was, and fought it the rest of my life. WIth the understandable result that I didn’t do extraordinarily well in school. Still, I learned enough to get by. What I learned, and what I’m still living with, is that the inner life gives you a vision of a world that is better than the one we live in. All human progress has been because of that inner life, because of the reaching beyond, because of the ability to imagine something better, faster, stronger, safer. Who has the inner life? who uses it? Look around and see the people who are changing the world.

Go visit my buddy Grau for a lovely tale of bullshit in action.

Now, I know a lot of cops. I don’t envy them their jobs. A lot of them are damned decent folks, doing a tough job for little pay. And doing it pretty damned well. I also know some wrong cops, guys (and gals) who get off on the power trip of having the gun on their hip and making every one of us call them sir. Cops who look at everyone as a criminal. And Grau has apparently stumbled across a couple of those.

Bottomline? He has a ticket to pay, for something he didn’t do, but he can’t afford to fight, and was hassled because the cops found 1911 magazines in his truck. Rot in hell, fucktroopers.