And, beside that, I do not hate liberals.

I did not say I liked liberals though, either. Really, your politics probably has nothing to do with whether I like you or not, unless that is all you are. Yes, I have met some of those. And, generally, if they are indeed purists, that often was not a problem, so long as that puritanism was self-centered, self-based, and self-directed. It is only when an attempt to impose their new age puritanical putridocity upon my unhappy head that sparks flew. Tell me all about it, just do not try to guide or force me to it unless I ask. I will pick and choose, discard the rest, and if you want, I will tell you why. If you have time, I might even tell you what I believe and think, and some of why. However, I will suggest you not follow my path, in truth. I earned my way, could be wrong, and I am not sure you will fit in my group. I am pretty sure you would not have survived the trip. However, if your life has lead you to my doorstep in a search, and you think something I have found is worth investigating, I will help you find out one way or the other. I will not, probably, be a teacher. I know some and will introduce you to them. The best I can do is be a friend in that for as long as, well, until I am not or do not.

Life is very simple for me. Oh, sure, I have wants and needs. I am hungry for love and laughter, alone time, education, wisdom, and the company of both peers and mixed groups. I want to know this, I want to do that, I want to go here or there, and I want to stay home. Ok, I will admit it, I only want it all, now. That is part of the reason I do not go the liberal way, I know my wants cannot be met and my needs will be sore pressed to be properly handled (in part because of the wrongful but powerful pull of my wants!). I know better. I also have a firm grip on my emotions. What I feel at any given time is absolutely non-vital to anything except expanding the general notion that there is more to life than the mundane. It is what alcohol is to food, it could and in some cases does, replace it, but it is an empty pathetic replacement that leaves a bitter taste in the end. Emotion, like beer, is a spice of life, not the fulfillment of it. Emotion is what socialism is based upon, as any serious undertaking of study regarding it economically, historically, socially, or in any other way shows, and every time. Except, of course, by it’s adherents.

Again, I do not dislike based on this or that. I take in all I can, and go from there. But beyond that, I do not have to like someone to comment. Nor do I, in my comments to someone I do not like, need to attack, trip up, or be harmful to them or their thoughts. Though, I will not lie, sometimes a positive can be found apart from this or that. No, friends and allies are the ones I will tear into. I hope they understand, but in the battlefield of life, it is not always the best to warn. Flank the friend, so when his enemies do it, he has figured out a defense. Drop from the branches onto his falsely secure carcass, and show him whatfor. He will learn. What works in combat works in all types of combat, verbal to legal to sword.

Now, what I do not like is someone who “knows”. I do not even claim that. I do not even claim to know my Church, or it’s ways, let alone our God and His ways. I do not claim Bush, Reagan, or Thompson are right, or wrong. I only agree or disagree from time to time with this or that. So, any fool who knows the way to the salvation of manflesh is below my contempt. These are underclass uneducated emotionally based peasants trying to tell me how they would rule, or how their chosen leaders would rule. These peasants, the ones in tight with their manleaders. Sure, ok. Shut up, dork. For all you know the whole elite forum is made up of a secret cannibal forum, like you would even know. And those ideas about common rule, and social good, and free medicine are false devices created to lead you off a fucking cliff so that you can be fed upon (that last, which if not literal, is the real idea behind socialism, communism, progressivism, and modern liberalism). Doh! You know nothing. Less than I, and I am blind, deaf, dumb, and half asleep when I am not asleep. Then again, those on “my side” of the aisle who hold too much confidence, likewise cause concern. Only in doubt can the truer path be found. Communism is like a race car. It finds it’s way from the top of the mountain to the bottom at the speed of gravity, modified by whatever initial acceleration it could muster. Conservativism is the wagon train. You might not get to California from Boston, ever should you find a better place or grow weary, but even if you happen to die on the path, you most likely will have weeks or even months to try and figure out how to change that outcome. That is the difference.

Well, my rambling such and so forth is done, or I just do not want to write much more. Hmm, all messed up today still. Though tobacco is becoming a memory, mostly. It still confuses a bit. Oh, I got a call from a friend. I just got the message today, he called yesterday. I am beginning to hate my phone or service. In any case, I called back and I hope to see him today. Maybe to go out shooting, grab some scotch (after), and put a roast in the oven for our return. Nothing like having a good old friend stop in. So, I am hoping, but a bit doubtful at this time.

Update:

Cool! Ok, I did not explain it well above, but this is the deal. A former neighbor, the best neighbor I have had while living here in that I got to know him and we had a lot of fun from times to time, often scotch related, though often not, had called yesterday. He indicated he would be passing through and wanted to know if I would be here. Well, neither did I receive the call (I think the phone was on and with me almost always) nor did I receive the message until today. Thus, I am a little perturbed with my service or phone (not sure which is the problem, and not the first time). In any case, he is still on the road. He will be here around 18:00 to 18:30. I indicated I would put on a roast and some sides, obtain a bottle of scotch or two (variety is another spice of life, and I rarely use a single spice if I tend toward single malt, ha!). I asked if he needed the couch, and he said it was quite up to me. Well, not a problem. It will be too late to go out shooting, so I asked if he had time tomorrow. It sounds like he will have to get going early, so that might be out. Still, he has not yet seen my small, and growing, arsenal. I know he will like the .22 rifle, and most likely the .45. The Remington is fine, but it's just what it is. Oh, and he has not seen the Xterra either. So, it looks like a good night. By the way, he is a physics grad student. I still disagree with him, and often it is a learning experience. hehehe Oh well, at least I can learn.

On a side note, one of my current neighbors stopped by and asked if I knew my vehicle was running. It had been running when he left an hour and a half ago, and was still running when he got back though it looked like it had not been moved. Right he was. But, you know what? That Xterra must have been running since I went grocery shopping last night at about 23:00, until he visited this afternoon at 14:00! I do not think it had more than 3/4 of a thank of gas last night when I got home (max, that or less no doubt), it still has 1/4 of a tank. Wow, weird, but... ok. Is that normal? I guess maybe it is what people expect in an suv? It just seemed really weird to me.