Friday, November 14. 2014
So, how is YOUR day going? That would be a heartily sarcastic way of introducing you to my evening. May you live in less interesting times dear reader; at least the bad interesting. I wonder if I attract these sort of things, was I born to them, or do they happen to everyone? I know, I'll change the name of the blog, and they'll go to someone else. "Daisies, unicorns and ignorance". Surely then I'll reap the long awaited bliss.
Life can be so paradoxical as to become surreal. It's like being caught between two great forces. It hasn't ground me up yet, thank God; so the analogy of millstones doesn't apply. How about "standing in rush hour traffic"? What a rush, don't you just love the air from the passing cars?
I told you about my BIL, the one that has run-ins with his neighbors? I was told earlier this evening that it took a turn for the worse, and now he's on the run from the authorities. He lives maybe six miles away. The weather just turned colder so he won't want to stay outdoors; it's feasible that he could try to come here. He won't be welcome. He's not the only visitor I'm thinking about; twice in the past have his actions caused the police to visit in a very forceful way. The first time, the police were looking for "white woman with children", so of course, they handcuffed my wife and almost took away the children. The second time, I came home from work to find something like a dozen police cars in my front yard, wanting to search the grounds. They ended up calling the child services over a glitch in our homeschool paperwork. TV crews showed up and, ever wanting to further the cause of justice, I was told that they were shooting video of the sign I put in the yard, that said "Question Evolution, It doesn't fit the evidence". Those pesky creationists, always running afoul of the law.
So tonight I'm sitting here wondering if we're going to get the late night raid. I want a chance to at least wake the family in an orderly way, before the SWAT thugs kick and hit people, maybe burn our kid's face with a tear gas canister. I'm not making this up. They will of course shoot the pet dogs out in the front yard; that's standard procedure these days. I thought about putting the dogs up for the night, but then I wouldn't have advance notice if BIL shows up. Ah, but they're only dogs; these are the contemplations one must make in the land of the free.
So tonight I'm sitting here reading the book I mentioned before; the one that President Putin told his regional governors to read. What a reward. Here are a few excerpts:
What good stuff. If you were wondering about your significance, contemplate what he wrote about "the invaluable dignity of man's reason and conscience". In this passage, "the eternal good" in the first sentence is things like loyalty to family and nation. Is that line "the only thing to be arranged" a good bit of sarcasm? Russian sarcasm, maybe? Ah, rich fare tonight. So it is, I'm between the good and bad, welcome Paradox, my old friend.
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