Had to laugh. Mostly.

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I wrote something, about being sharp, and broken, in rebuttal to a comment on another blog.  I then commented further here on my blog.  Then I read that some slow learner, who obviously cannot understand even simple things, suggested that some of us yahoos out there believe we are Strider, but are in truth Wurmtongue.  Here is the video.


Does it appear, to anyone, as if Strider is broken according to this clip, or still sharp?  Further, not even Strider is actually Strider.  So lambasting a man for claiming to be a fraud is not much greater of an insult than to call him a liar or cheat.  Though is Wurmtongue a liar?  Or does he simply employ that as a tool in order to seek that for which his heart has lust?  He chose the wrong side?  If history is to be believed, and history is as worldly as... well... the world... then... he chose what was likely to be the winning side.  For most such as the naysayer, they do the same thing.  Odd they wouldn't recognize it.  The name, and duties, are merely cloaks as they attempt to evade their duties or the truth, both of them to some degree.  That neither makes either of them still sharp, as if that would be an issue, or broken.  Recalcitrant?  Fearful?  Full of doubt?  Wrongheaded?  Deceptive?  Sure.  But not broken.

Someone found the next step in another video clip.  I hadn't seen that, until it started showing up in my recommendation slot, perpetually.  I kept ignoring it.  I was not interested.  I saw it, and... I have turned my back on some things.  I... knew it would be irritating.

Anyway...  So few do understand.  A tool.  Merely a tool.  For another if at all.  A broken tool as things stand.  No more and barely with a name.  What will even happen to such tools when their needs are done?  A plowshare?  Destruction?  Banishment?  Then again, long ago, in a dream, offered a higher place in the Kingdom, once the saddle stones and duties were lifted or finished, I asked for the simple, the humble... a groundskeeper and a shack, with humble meals and humble company.  I received my request and was none the poorer for it.  So... who knows.

Dreams, and thoughts, and parries.  A chuckle, a cringe, a shrug, as life goes.