The leaves are turning color and the air has a chill. It feels like fall, but what happened to summer? I guess we had a few weeks of it this year, but the winters here in the mountains seem to get longer and longer. The familiar smell of wood stoves burning in our small community is not unpleasant. It adds to the atmosphere somehow and I still like to ride my Triumph and breathe the crisp air, flavored by wood stoves. It’s definitely Halloween weather.
Back in civilization, the cities are beginning to reap the results of an unhappy populous or maybe one segment of the population. To compare the current protestors to the Tea Party folks is ludicrous. There is no comparison. Compare a flea bag with a tea bag. Most of these kids have no idea why they are involved, but it is a lot of fun and some even make it to the TV screen. Now they find that many are being paid to show up. In my humble opinion, this is just the start.
We are seeing an extension of “protestors” to “rioters’ in
Europe, but, of course, none of that can happen here. But I remember something about the Rodney King riots in L. A., so maybe it can happen here and I faintly remember when the lights went out in years ago. Not a good thing. New York
During the depression, men lined up for soup and sold apples to buy food. There was a moral law built into those folks. If today’s inner cities lost electricity for ten hours, what would be left when the lights came back on? It’s a different mentality now. Most vestiges of morality, empathy, and individual responsibility have been effectively eroded as our culture devolved.
So sitting on my deck with a drink while my dog explores the forest behind us or riding my bike up a winding road leading to a lonely lake may not be a bad alternative to urban chaos, road rage and the stress of life in the fast lane. And in our little community, the natives would tolerate scummy protestors about as long as it takes to drop a shell in a 12 gauge shotgun.