It has been quite a while since I realized that I have stopped being Dennis the Menace and have turned into Mr. Wilson. I just want the fuckers to get off of my lawn.
I have stopped engaging intellectually with the younger generation. I am just too tired. Enough already. They just love their phones and the tweets and their instagrams. Hey I even instagram a little too these days. Still and all I don't get into political discussions anymore. It is not worth it. Now that the God Emperor is in charge I can sit back and watch these bitches light their hair on fire. It is very satisfying.
The way I connect is with my hobbies that seem to interest them. Cooking. Gardening. Reading especially sci-fi. They would much rather engage with those topics than politics.
I was recently at a party where there was a bunch of twenty somethings. The kids of my wife's friends. They were blathering on about this and that. I sat back like an elder statesman. I felt like Chief Dan George or something. But it was good. I don't have to be a raconteur anymore and dominate the conversation and tell jokes and stories. I just sit back and watch the nonsense.
I just keep watch that they stay off of my fuckin' lawn.
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So you're above the fray, huh? Not buyin' it. You'll be competitive to the end.
There are many 20 something kids w/ good values. Just not in NYC..or Boston of SF. Small town and rural kids in the heartland and Dixie and Southwest. Even kids in blue collar cities like Pittsburgh.
They would much rather engage with those topics than politics.
That is going to be the saving grace that will pull the pendulum back from chaos toward center again, before it swings out again in the opposite direction toward rigidity.
Humans are relational beings. Part of Trump's draw, apart from the vision of him being an Emperor God that will save humanity from themselves, is that he appears somewhat real and believable in the way he relates, as mentioned in the other thread. Unfortunately, his humanity at some point is going to do him in, but until then the discourse and course corrections being revealed and engaged in throughout the country and the world due to his leadership sure are something to see happen and enter into at will.
This phrase in particular interests me: I can sit back and watch these bitches light their hair on fire. It is very satisfying. as it brings up another picture, a series of pictures actually with this one by Titan satisfactorily capturing the event that came to mind: https://www.airjordan11.com/storage/images/content/2018/6/titian-pentecost-painting-pentecost-print-for-sale.jpg
From my perspective, the desperate and self focused act of lighting one's own hair on fire is the opposite of the Acts and experiences that have most radially affected and changed the world for better.
Those familiar with the old book entitled The Acts of the Apostles, know what happened to the small band who followed a Teacher from Nazareth named Jesus. As the story goes, forty days after his death and much contended resurrection, fire from heaven suddenly appeared and came to rest on each of their heads as described in this account:
Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit
From that point forward the group grew and increased in number, with 3,000 added that day to become the Church of Christ. It's a powerful story, still unfolding with some good effect even though its a group that includes its own version of people lighting themselves on fire.
I haven't quite given up. Mostly, but not quite. Most of my engagement in the war against youthful ignorance is turning my employees into fiscally responsible, thinking voters. I show them my bills and how much it costs me to employ them. I use former employees as examples of how welfare works (How about if every paycheck we give Jimmy $10 out of your paycheck because he's lazy and stupid?...that usually gets a laugh).
Some of the kids don't need coaching and I'm hopeful that there's enough common sense to put up a fight. I had a kid who flew a Gadsen flag in the bed of his truck. He loved to park it on the front lawn while he was at work. It was beautiful. There are three businesses in town owned by former employees of mine. Hard working kids in their early 30s. They're shoveling shit against the tide, but they're shoveling.
One was a girl we used to call (to her face) the laziest girl on planet Earth. She was a sweetheart, and actually a good worker, but fought laziness every step of the way. She and her husband own about six restaurants. Now she's the hardest working girl on planet Earth. I love to run into her and talk shop. She's all grown up.
Another one has a tattoo parlor. Good for him. At least he's taking money out of the hands of hipster douchebags. But, I live in the boondocks. I think there's a higher percentage of self-reliant types out here. Not as many opportunities and temptations to beg. I imagine cities are full of freeloaders, since there's so many more targets. Still, we have enough of them here.
This week was welfare week. The 1st and the 3rd, when those living on the dole get "their" money. The bank is swamped. People in their pajamas cram the aisles of Wal-Mart and the fast food restaurants for lunch. Then they'll crawl back under their rocks until next month's payday. Yeah, we have our share.
We're in decline, but we're not dead yet.
This is the first thing I thought of when I read the title of this post. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O2qJ0JXjug
They have yet to truly collide with life.
I felt like Chief Dan George or something.
More like Vladimir Sokoloff in The Magnificent Seven.
Trump Anxiety Disorder.
Or TAD crazy.
I went to a funeral banquet recently. One table had six senior citizen women who knew each other since grammar school. As soon as they sat down all but one whipped out their phones and were so engaged throughout the meal.
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