Well, well, I finally got to peck at the keyboard as writers of the past got to pick up their pens.
Many things have happened these past couple of months. The most prominent is the passing of my mother at age 92 and some change, perhaps the most influential person in my entire life. Yeah, yeah, my dad was also influential, but he was more the un-emotional one in the family, a trait we learned from him that held us separated from our emotions for many years.
This is not intended to be a tribute to my mother; those have all been given at places, times and in manners that every member of her family thought most appropriate. However, my mother was one of three disciples of God that changed my life for ever. The second was my wife's father, Joseph Aucamp, and the third is Mark Mueller in California.
There was only one manner in which any admonition or mentor-guidance could ever have penetrated my rebellious nature and these disciples knew that way. Although they never collaborated; my mother hardly ever spoke to my father-in-law because of the vast distance they lived apart; and the first two disciples never even knew the third disciple existed, their manner of bringing peace and calm to my life was identical. It is as eerie as it gets, you can imagine, that the Third Disciple could pick up where my father-in-law and my mother had left off, almost as if they were members of an orchestra with the Conductor leading them off the same sheet of music. I stand in awe.
My arrogance and irritable disposition towards irrational people hasn't disappeared, however, but like fire, it became less destructive as I learned how to control it. I am looking forward to the next 65 years to see if I can get to use it productively.
The mistakes that lay strewn in my past with the accompanying wrecks along the road haunt me, as they should. This haunt is not the terrifying kind, it rather turned into an early warning system for the same bends in the road that lie ahead. Not that I learn easily, don't misunderstand what I am saying here. There are many wrecks that are identical to ones before them and one would be justified in yelling at me, "What were you thinking!"
But, irrational people still seem to work me over and tug at the mooring lines that keep my fire in check. I need to find a furnace in which I can burn at my heart's content. Burn those who think that we are the cause of global warming, just as an example. Have you seen the tsunami footage in Japan? Aren't we as humans totally insignificant when the ocean rises by only a couple of feet? The sucker is over 30,000 feet deep in places and a few feet struck terror in all of mankind all over the planet? We couldn't even run away fast enough!
You believe you can change the climate of the globe by demonizing the natural and inherently necessary components of its composition. And when a perfectly natural phenomenon occurs, you are washed away in mere moments, like gnats, as if nature just breathed a moment longer to show you your absolute insignificance.
I am worked over when people think that the evolution of inferior elements could result in something superior to the originals. It's none of my business what people believe, including aliens and flat-earth theories, but when they behave as if they have the power to exclude what I believe from the public discourse, I burn.
I am worked over when people tell me that social security has a surplus when we all know that there is no real money in the trust fund. All that one can find in the social security fund are Federal Treasury Bonds. That's as solid as gold, I hear folks say, and I burn, because who are the folks that guarantee these Bonds? The taxpayers, that's who. It's the taxpayers whose hard cash was taken from them in the first place and instead of their cash kept in trust, it was removed from the fund and replaced by IOU's that the taxpayers guarantee. I burn twice.
If you are not on fire about this theft of our liberty and prosperity, you will be burned and swept away like those poor folks in Japan. We already had the earthquake; the tsunami is on its way.
Think or thwim.