RJLJD said:
I'm listening. although i may not entirely always see eye to eye with you, i can be quite open-minded. tell me, what say you?
Thanks for your reply and open-mindedness. Such is rare these days. I started answering your reply but wound up writing an essay too long for a post. I decided to move it to my blog. Here's probably the most relevant part. It's not all that short but shorter than the essay.
...here I sit in my little shop, drinking my coffee and smoking my little cigars and writing this idiotic little biography. I am alone.
I am alone because even though I love my wife and she loves me we live in entirely different worlds. She will not even talk with me about the things I think about all the time, the idiocy of religion, the horror of war, the messed up state of this country. I am alone because the few people in the world I know of with whom I might have fellowship do not live anywhere close and to have their friendship would mean to leave the only anchor in this world I have, my family. I am alone because I can’t stand the ******* idiot attitudes of the deep woods religious rednecks in this part of Texas and I know full well to them I am the worst of human beings and the most evil of enemies. I am alone because this messed up country is falling apart, jobs are hard to come by, and employers not only want sheep but young, healthy sheep. I am neither young or healthy. And, of course, I am sure as hell not a sheep. Thus I can’t even afford to travel occasionally where there are a few sane people I could befriend.
When I was young, in the military, I didn’t have too many friends but enough to not always be depressed. Even so there were times I would go to a park with my guitar, alone, and sing songs, wishing I would attract some person or a few people to befriend. Through the years I had friends, virtually all of which turned out to be less than I thought them to be. I did not abandon them, they abandoned me. Sooner or later, being the goat that I am, I fell below the standards they had for friends. People, sheep, set limits and boundaries of acceptability. One must not go outside those or the sheep will scatter. And people, sheep, are cowards. Challenge them to have courage and they evaporate like water on a hot skillet.
I’m not like you, I just fresia up. Words from a song by Slipknot called “People=honeysuckle.” If people, sheep, especially christian sheeple, actually gave a **** like they say they do me being a fresia-up would not matter. But they don’t. And they get all snooty and self-righteously offended and indignant when we who do fresia up, who are goats, who refuse to kiss the Master’s ass or accept his bullshit lies say and do things in protest. Only we understand the meaning of “People=honeysuckle.” They just think we’re being rude and crude. Slipknot and many other metal bands sing their rude, crude songs to young crowds of kids who feel something just ain’t right, who feel the need to rebel, but who eventually will sink right into the morass of honeysuckle, follow a Master, and look back on their days of “rebellion” thinking how silly they were. Not even they really get it, except for the few who are goats. Those kids, I so feel sorry for them because they, like me, are messed.
I am alone, most of all, because I just don’t understand sheep. They are an absolute mystery. They do stupid honeysuckle, think stupid honeysuckle, act stupid, and then look down their self-righteous noses at goats like me even though I know more and can do more and have a hell of a lot more respect and compassion for my fellow man than they do. I do not fresia up in their eyes because I am a moron. I fresia up because I’m like a redneck in Japan, a guy far from what he knows trying to survive a culture with extremely alien ways. That is the way it is. It cannot be changed.
IgnoredOne said:
I like Texas where no one complains about my firearms and I imagine once I acquire enough property, I can properly begin building my fiefdom <3
Oh yeah, just say, "I got guns" and you're in the club here. I have a gun, a hand gun, primarily because half a mile away the community is infested with gangs who have 13 in their names. But I'm not fond of them, as a rule. I would hunt if I needed to feed my family but what people around here called hunting is just having fun killing things, it's not a sport. There's no sport in feeding animals all year and then going out to shoot them when they show up for more corn.
My idiot inlaw relatives start shooting guns around September and it sounds like a goddamn war next door. They have shot over our house a few times. I had to call the sheriff once. No, killing is not my thing and I am for most intents and purposes a pacifist. I'd certainly stop a gang banger if he threatened my family but if a hungry man came to my door I'd give him what I had without question. Such attitudes are just not popular around here.