You know, there comes a point where you have to let it all hang out. I don’t know if I’m there yet, but I’m sure feeling like it. So I’m going to go in another direction for awhile.
I’ve written some rants dealing with our wonderful commander in chief who continues to amaze us with how truly wonderful her is—at completely destroying America. These rants will continue. Rants will continue as a whole. What truly does amaze, no kidding, is how one person can be wrong so much of the time and get to be president where he continues to be wrong almost all the time.
Rant for within this piece is that I had an oil delivery the other day and the cost was up one hundred-fifty dollars from the last delivery. That’s a tank a month now for the winter, or six hundred dollars of the stimulus money that we got just for the winter, more like a thousand dollars more for the year if the prices stay where they are, which they won’t since Biden has no brakes and the price will continue to go up. Then electric is up twenty dollars a month or another two hundred and forty of the two thousand, and gas is up twenty five a tank, which is another hundred a month at least. Not to mention food and clothes and staples. That’s twelve hundred and a thousand and two-forty and everything else. Gee, I didn’t really get a stimulus, did I?
Oh well, lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
I’d like to talk some—I don’t know how much—about me and my life.
I don’t for a moment think that my life is special in any way. Quite to the contrary, I’ve always thought of myself as rather ordinary. But then as an ordinary man I get the sense that my feelings might be somewhat representative of a lot of ordinary people’s feelings and I think there’s something important in recognizing and addressing that shared connection.
It should be clear, if it is not already, that I do not ascribe to the subjective me, which is the me being taught nowadays as in my feelings are tantamount to anything and everything else. I feel like a girl today so I’m a girl today.
No. I do not believe in that bullshit. I do not believe I am what I feel. I believe that I have many feelings and that I am a composite of my actions rather than of my feelings.
That which our kids are being taught today is garbage, pure and simple. I learned that about ten years ago when I was covering a class doing the lesson that the teacher had left and a kid said to me that he didn’t want to learn that. He then told me what he wanted to learn.
Well…long story short, a principal heard that kid as he passed by the room and later told me I should have taught the kid what he wanted to learn and if I wasn’t so close to retirement he would write me up for my behavior.
Two plus two equals four, all the time. It’s not relative. And what that kid wanted to learn was also not what needed to be learned at that moment to be part of this society and succeed within it.
Sue me for my beliefs. Call me a domestic terrorist.
More pure bullshit they are shoving down our throats.
Lot s of it these days.
Anyway, in other parts of my writings and especially in my fiction I’ve written about and used for subject matter those things in my life that have affected me most. They are not extraordinary things, only things that are part of me and that have made me who and what I am. They are things that happen to a lot of people.
Someone whose life was extraordinary was my father, Nathan. He was three and a half years a POW in a Nazi prison camp and came back to no services from his country, yet he loved this country to death.
Extraordinary.
To be continued…
