Neanderpundit

accused me of having a mischevous streak.

I was only briefly taken aback as he cleaned the pudding out of his hair, and realized he was probably correct. I don’t like to see people in pain… well, I don’t like to see most people in pain…

Actually I would rather not see the people I care about in any pain, but to watch it on TV or to take pleasure in someone’s discomfort is a distinctly human characteristic. This is why slapstick continues to be popular, why I’m looking forward to the Three Stooges movie, why I love Jackass, why I like seeing the look on people’s faces when they realize I’ve krazy glued the soles of their feet together as they slept.

A guy who will buy a quart of Cyanoacrilate glue is a guy who will buy seven pounds of gunpowder, keep tons of fertilizer where he can put his hands on it easily, or carry a gallon container of Icy Hot in his car.

Animals don’t get humor. Oh, I’m sure animals can be amused, but they don’t get humor the way humans get it. I mean, if you strut out a bunch of funny things in front of the average housecat, it just gets confused. Witness:

Primates come closer. I mean, even monkeys understand scatalogical humor

If this isn’t proof of Man’s evolution from ape I can’t tell what would be.

And, unlike the average liberal, an ape can be trained to do higher level humor

Anyway, humor is the only thing these days that keeps me from showing up somewhere with a quart of crazy glue and some cannon fuse.

An awful lot of “We can’t Vote our way out of this”, and in fact, that’s probably very true. There isn’t any leader charismatic enough to undo all that has been done, nor even if we could find that, to override all the burocracy that he’d have to overcome.

No, no simple vote will fix this.

What CAN happen, is that we can easily vote our way further into this; or by not voting, letting others vote our way further into this.

I have now heard four generations of my elders say exactly the same thing. “I stopped voting when X did Y, because there’s no way we can undo that shit”.

The left has gotten as far as it has with incrementalism, and the incremental move to the nanny state is very nearly complete. A powerful lot of people on the left and the right would love to see that come to pass for good and all, the left because it is their dream, the right because they want to precipitate a fighting war. of course the fighting war will never happen, because the same people who want to preciptate it are anxious to let others do the shooting for them.

As many have pointed out, Romney is no better than Obama in almost every way, but there are supreme court nominations coming up, and they are important, as we will see this week.

Incrementalism works. The gun culture has brought us back from the brink of insanity by incrementalism, and the constant and unyeilding pressure has worked. We can increment our way out of this, if we can’t vote our way out, and voting is but one increment. if we want a decent candidate, if we want a decent senate and house, we will have to increment our way back to them.

not voting, not participating, is not an option. You don’t like the choices, you got to change the choices. Those of us who are gun nuts have seen it work, and it’s still moving forward. We can increment our way out of this, we just have t understand how to use the enemy’s tools against him.

Anyone who says “If we do X we become JUST LIKE THEM!” gets the ignorant award of the year.

The most common trouble I got in was Laundry day. I would hear Mom yelling from downstairs, and I would get a lecture about leaving pens, frogs, worms, and snakes in my pockets prior to a wash.

Worms were nasty because they often got out before being boiled and managed to die horribly in someone elses clothing. Snakes were a specific horror to Mom and were always followed by some beating, the intensity of the beating directly realted to the amount of shock Mom got and if the snake was dead.

Worms were usually fishing related. I’d toss a couple in my pocket to go fishing, and oif they weren’t biting, leave them there.

Yesterday I put a couple worms in the pocket and went off in search of the elusive bluegill, and barely caught a thing. The worm in my pocket, on the other hand, turned on my phone and figured out how to use the unit converstion function of my scientific calculator, a skill that has up until now eluded me.

I’ve been outsmarted by a worm. No wonder I can’t catch anything.