{"id":3878,"date":"2010-09-15T05:00:12","date_gmt":"2010-09-15T10:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=3878"},"modified":"2010-09-15T05:00:12","modified_gmt":"2010-09-15T10:00:12","slug":"i-may-make-you-feel-but-i-cant-make-you-think","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=3878","title":{"rendered":"I may make you feel but I can&#8217;t make you think."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d forgotten this lyric to &#8220;Thick as a Brick&#8221;. Always liked the song, but the lyric took me back, this afternoon, a strange key unlocking a distant memory. <\/p>\n<p>I took my license exam shortly after my 18th birthday. I had already been driving for some time by then, but I made it official after I was, myself, made official, so to speak.<\/p>\n<p>I was working at the lumberyard at the time, my first real gig, the freedom of movement a new sensation. I could fill the tank in ther Valiant for nine bucks, and drive around Cedar Lake for hours. <\/p>\n<p>I had chores to do, and I did them, more or less conscientiously. That first week of driving around town, going for the first time in my life where I wanted to go, doing what I wanted to do (well, as best as one could do on $2.20 an hour) was as freeing as anything I&#8217;d ever experienced, and I was loving it.  The first Friday, in fact, I skipped going home altogether. I parked the Valiant by the lake, and sat on the hood watching the boats go by and drinking a six-pack of warm RC Cola out of bottles, smoking backwoods cigars and trying to look tough. Not easy, with a Valiant, but hey. <\/p>\n<p>I got home around one. It was my first drive after dark, and I was exhilirated, all four windows open, the breeze blowing through my hair and making me feel pretty alive.<\/p>\n<p>Dad was waiting for me in the basement. The house had a front and back door, but you had to go through the basement from the driveway. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you let your mother know where you were?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t feel like it was necesary&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Dad made me feel a few new sensations. At 18, I was a big guy. Not so  big that Dad couldn&#8217;t grab my upper arm and tie into me with that damned razor strop, and by god, did he ever. Dad couldn&#8217;t make me think for  myself, but he could damned sure make me feel a great deal of pain.<\/p>\n<p>The memory of that pain reminded me, every time I felt like hanging out by myself, or with the guys, I needed to let Mom know, and clear my activities with her. And I did.<\/p>\n<p>it strikes me that you can discuss with a moonbat the error of his ways forever, and not one thing will change- logic and reason are lost on people who base their worldview not on verifiable facts, but on what they feel must be correct. <\/p>\n<p>Dad didn&#8217;t bother to try to convince me of the logic of making Mom happy. He just let me know that feelings aren&#8217;t limited to the way I want to live my life, and how my life affects others- feelings can also result from the contact of leather against skin. <\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t help but think that a few well placed asswhippings might convince strategically placed moonbats to stop &#8220;feeling&#8221; and start thinking instead. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d forgotten this lyric to &#8220;Thick as a Brick&#8221;. Always liked the song, but the lyric took me back, this afternoon, a strange key unlocking a distant memory. I took my license exam shortly after my 18th birthday. 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