Neanderpundit

Drove the last segment of our trip. At night. On 200 miles of unfamiliar twisty roads. In the pouring rain. “I want you to take a break and rest’ she said.

You couldnt have driven a stickpin up my ass with a jackhammer. Still, she did fine.

I think the reason she toughed it out was to impress the boyfriend.

I told her she was entitled to claim “Radar Love” as a theme song now.

I asked several people, “Why is it that you blog?”

I got several answers to this. One came with a lot of explanation and it very simply meant “I am so smart, and what I have to say is so important, that I feel a responsibility to get it out there that you plebes might benefit from my wisdom” The people in question were suffering from what is known as “Denial”. You can find them now, very easily- they allow no coments on their blog. Not all blogs with no comments are like this, but you’ll know the ones when you see them. Some did and still do allow comments but the comments are heavily moderated and only the sycophants allowed through.

Another pretty common answer distilled down to “I hope to change the world” People who thought by explaining things carefully they could convince other people of the error of their ways. That trick never works.

And then there were the people who blogged because they enjoyed it. And that is still the category I fall in to; I blog because blogging, for me, is like going to a banquet or dinner party where there are a lot of friends and people you know. Most of them are like minded and most of them are good conversationalists and you enjoy all the conversations and sometimes you participate and sometimes you just hover over the bean dip, and listen to what everyone else has to say.

I blog for my own enjoyment, but having the commenters I do, is like going to a get together every day with a bunch of damned nice people, and a few total assholes. Even the assholes, most of the time, are welcome. They make the party interesting.

Why do you blog?

I doan theen it mean what you theen it mean.

“I also believe that a lot of gun owners would agree that AK-47s belong in the hands of soldiers, not in the hands of criminals,” Obama said. “That they belong on the battlefield of war, not on the streets of our cities.”

This, as I have said many times before, is the issue I have with “belief” It is possible to “believe” the most ridiculous and outlandishly ignorant things, that can easily be demonstrated to be false.

If you’re a cousin humping yokel in the backwoods of Red State America, and you “believe” in UFO’s, you’re obviously a nutjob (Though someone will come along and offer you a TV show if you look ugly and sound stupid enough, witness “Sons of Guns”)

If, on the other hand, you “Believe that a lot of gun owners would agree that AK-47s belong in the hands of soldiers”, and you’re the president of the USA, people will flock to you, awaiting your bidding, because if you’re ignorant enough to vote for that monstrosity, you’ll “Believe” anything. And frankly, I’m hardly surprised.

Though, before I bet on gun owners saying “You know, you’re right! I do sort of wish I couldn’t buy an AK-47, because they really ARE for soldiers” I will be looking for the spacecraft full of Nomes.

Aside; having gone through the rest of Pratchett, the Bromeliad is a wondrous little trilogy, and I will try to get the Oglet to read it; it will do a good job of showing her that a once great people, brought to the level of subsisting on other people’s garbage, can return to their former glory. it is a lesson I hope she never has to learn firsthand.