I may read your blog...

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But I will not necessarily leave a comment. My way of thinking, truths, and understanding are, quite often, based on brutal facts. Not all of you blog that way. You write in poetic verses, or in a poetically themed manner, I may stay my hands from typing what I see. You live in luxury and worry about not doing so tomorrow, again, I best stay my hand. If you seem delicate and angry about facts, again, my fingers may flit but I will not press the 'send' button. Well, quite often I will not. I do not need the stress, I have better and more meaningful stresses, I will not teach.

I noted on a recent blog the idea that chain restaurants were doing well while little chef houses were going down. The prices at the specialty houses are said to be equivalent or perhaps less (though I question this too). The problem, for me, is the attitude when attending such places of business. If it is not always as direct as openly flying a pro-Cuba flag or exhibiting an red hammer and sickle, the underlying feel of most of those places is offensive to me and I am not even wealthy or close to it. I would guess, from being introduced to such places exclusively by women (who either were in agreement with such sentiments or who were completely oblivious, or both), that as times tighten, the left viewing aspects of business will decline more quickly than pure business model places and those which support capitalism. It is fine (give or take) to support such places in times of fat (to please the woman), but when things get thin, it is difficult to support businesses which, at least in ideals, undermine the very process of wealth production and business models which are conducive to such. Could I say that 'there'? No, she would not have understood. Something about rules, and economics, and silly stuff she might have said, if honest. Though most likely she would have simply attacked the notion (or myself). So, I did not hit send. She seemed to despise the notion that I hunt, kill animals and stuff, so I learned then and there. (I wonder what she thinks she eats? Live stuff? Even vegetables are killed for her.)

Too, I see many people who talk about the sadness of seeing their luxury businesses go away. I have never known some of the things they are dearly missing. It is very difficult to find any sympathy. I live next to people who think I AM rich. I know no one who ever could afford what some people used to take for granted. I suppose it is an eye opener to me. But not as much as that as it is a reawakening to that. When I see guns that sell for $50,000 or more, boats that go for $30,000 to $100,000, and houses on the market for millions, I know I am so far out of my league I must be seen as a pauper in many places and on many blogs. People must wonder how I can get by on mere crumbs. They spend more on a hunting trip to my home state than I make in a year, or trips to NYC for some necessary shoe wear or a skirt than I did on my SUV.

Begrudge? No. I am all for it. I would love to be able to earn that, if too I would hope I might be a little less normalized about it. I certainly would enjoy it, but never would I buy a $50,000 dollar gun. If I somehow was gifted such an item, I would never shoot it (unless my boss gave it and required me to take it on some (farm?) hunt or something. I am about utility. What is the best gun to do what I want it to do at the best price, same goes for automobiles and homes. Do I need an (Al Gore) mansion? Really? But what does gall me is when people take that for granted and wonder why most people have a disconnect with them. I suppose, being poor to middling, and having a computer and the time, I see more than most in my "class". Still, it does make me wonder.

Though too, there is the female factor. While men can and do bicker, nitpick each other, and debate, women do not prefer such things as men do them. They are more... nuanced is how I think a recent politician put it. He ought to have been a woman, as far as his nuance goes. Some women get beyond it, a child or three or more will do that. Even a good husband can help. Some prefer to play with barbies as grown ups, fantasy and feelings trumps reality. Even when Ken goes away, the economy begins to rot from fantasy, and the little frillies become too expensive, surprise!, and old age begin to creep in. So, there is that too. Some men are as such, though. More today than ever as well. The creeping emasculation and assertion that men are not needed (and the application of such notions) have tended to create a quietly rageful "liberated" man with no hope or direction, where even Christianity is being feminized and tossed away with men, the family, and tradition (for now).

Okay, well that serves as a rant. Now I can go back to reading without being a bull in a china shop (if too that saying has been debunked, bulls are actually quite careful and would rather not even touch or otherwise damage the shelving or china or such). I just have to say things sometimes. And some people are just too fragile to read my thoughts. They are not china, they are lost. I am, however, a bull. Ha!

Rant out.

Good day!