Nothing about life is guaranteed.

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Between the vagaries of age and health, the uncertainties of mind and will, the humbling that comes with understanding that even if we are correct and do the hard things required, our consciences should be plagued.  We don't own this world, even if we have the title to parts of it.  We don't even own our own bodies, which will do things to survive we might not think we would approve.  And, yet, here we are.  Once you learn these things, and then get over them, perhaps even enjoying life in spite of it's price, and even a great deal as I do, you can move on to other notions.  Most of our struggle in life, assuming the basics are covered, is dealing with ourselves.  Most people never have to look themselves in the eyes, honestly, unfortunately.  Many will never become an honest friend of themselves.  The first step is to realize... you, and others, do wrongs, so that you can exist as you do.  Then you have to sort that.  Not much you can do about it, but you need to come to some... understanding with that.  I'm not sure women and children count in this area.  Whether the state says they are equal, super equal, and independent, that isn't true, never has been, and never will be.  They are wards, of business, of government, of men.  They have different rules.

In any case, I am satisfied to have faced most of what I am, what I have been, what I have done, and what others have done for me.  While not always completely happy with the exact methods, the wisdom involved, the intellect brought to bear, or the outcomes, the general truth is, until very recently, I am satisfied with the general gist.  Some corruptions of politics in the earlier part of the last century, however, has led inextricably to the decline and fall of this nation.  I am not certain if that was inevitable or a form of social suicide.

I was looking things over in my sleep last night.  Why is most of the world socialist or worse?  Ah, look, my mind said and then showed me.  There is no nation, save America, that has not butchered their leaders, thinkers, doers, shapers, and makers within the last two hundred years, nearly to a man.  Russia, China, Europe, much of the rest of Asia, and islam is set, like a locust swarm when it hits critical mass, to send it's extras, often the brightest and strongest, out to butcher and be butchered.  America is the only nation that has not enacted genocide upon it's best and brightest.  Yet.  The pictures in my mind, that remain from the dream exercises, are stark.  The first iteration of the rule of law was to kill any many above or below some average.  Too short, too tall, too bright, too aggressive, too lazy, and they were put to death.  As it was so shall it be, unless men resist with their lives and our enemies deaths.  We, in America, have the means... so far.

To bed, at what I first thought was midnight thirty.  Then I remembered the time change.  I truly despise daylight savings, and would eradicate that if I had the power.  It's a headache and a half, and of very questionable use.  With electricity, there is no longer a need to worry about the dark.  Even then, if locals want to change something, how about changing when school starts, rather than changing the rest of the function of life?  Businesses want to open an hour, or two, later?  That's on them.  Mandates, that is the issue.  End them.  Anyway, before I slept, I checked the real new time, and set the alarm clock to the correct time, then set the alarm for 9:00.  I couldn't do it.  When the alarm went off, I had little to offer.  I simply turned the alarm off and rolled back to sleep.  I woke right at 10:00, however, and simply got up.  Good enough.

Hmm... what about today?  I don't know, not yet.  With dishes done, I thawed fish fillets and hamburger.  I'll... figure something out that way.  The lady who cooks my meals several times a weak makes meatballs.  I had never really been a fan of those, partly due to the rarity with which I had consumed them.  I must admit to be changing so that I am a fan of them.  I am considering tinkering with the notion.  She usually goes sweet, but with a housefull of young, that is probably much more favored.  And that is fine even here.  However, to change things up, I am looking more toward savory.  It would add balance to a new food fascination.  Spaghetti and meatballs, with sauce?  I'm sure thinking on it.  Other than that?  I don't know.

Later.