it has been my experience
That people who have arrived at their ignorance bereft of any path involving reason, cannot be reasoned out of it, it’s all feeling and contains nothing of actual substance.
it has been my conclusion that those incapable of reason are either genetically flawed or were damaged. Nature or nurture, take your pick- but the bottomline is they have no business making any decision more complex than what asswipe to use. And that only for theirselves, not me.
I have, because of my feelings on this specific subject, been accused of things like ‘Dehumanizing my enemies making it easier to destroy them”, but this is of course not the case. I simply render my trust to those who are trustworthy. Painfully this throws politicians out, in the main, but if you look around you, it’s also about 4 out of 7 people you know, and that may be generous.
I have, on multiple occasions, set out to do something, as Llewelyn Moss said, “Dumber’n hell”. Nearly every time I do this, and I cannot discuss particulars, I have been given sharp, pointed reminders by the Creator that those things were things I ought to avoid.
Occasionally, I do that dumbern’ hell thing, and I pull it off, and the results astound me- as if the Creator himself were guiding my hands.
There is a clear direction in this, and while I know that it is right, it frightens the beejus out of me.
I my part I blame severe head trauma for the loss of cognitive function.
I do agree with the fact that if I do something that is risky and survive I most definitely had divine guidance.
I am doing a better job of staying away from events that start with “here, hold my beer and watch this”
Which is why, after all the years I’ve known you, still trust you with my life and a chain saw.
Give my best to Mrs. O. and we may do Czech giant buffet Sunday.
All this reminds me of the neighbor kid who stood on the bar of a chainsaw to start it. His ignorance of chokes and the Grace of God saved his foot until I could get over there and relieve him of the chainsaw. When I told his Dad later in the day he laughed, the drooling mouthbreather actually thought it was funny.
Mere words are insufficient to convey the depth of relief I experienced when that stub tailed, six fingered clan with less than the cumulative IQ of a hemlock stump finally moved out.
I’ve wondered from time to time if the mom and dad got divorced, would they still be father and daughter?
Ha Ha. Now that is a good one.
It does amaze me how the mouth breathers seems to be able to out produce any other group.
Paul, have you seen “Idiocracy?”