Back to bed, then up again.

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Midnight just wasn't going to do.  Sometime between midnight and two, with no weighting as I simply don't remember, back to bed I went.  Sleep was had with gratitude.

Dreams, which aren't recalled... just that I had them.  I like to think of the more pleasant nature.  Mood indicates so.  A picnic with a past lady friend, a talk of flirtation as we approached... what men and women are together to approach.  Sometimes it takes pleasantries, fond words, caring glances, to get it all to... happen.  But, that seemed the types of dream.

Hmm, I wonder if I am the only one who needs to approach women more obliquely?  Having a woman and child die on one, I think, made me more cautious, even of my own wants.  To be honest, women seem to prefer that?  Or... did I just end up with women who did, or train them to know my methods?  A kiss, on the side of her smile.  Gifts of sweet nothings, but they had to be true.  The long slow approach.  Oh, there were times when clothes flew off and two people became of jumble.  Just... not the usual.  And, too, who started that was a whole other thing.  Who is on first?  Yeash!

Nothing but a warm glow, as I wake.  Life isn't bad in the afterglow.  Still not sure why I even like women, but... absolutely honestly?  What is the choice?  I... don't see one.  I am certainly not blind, deaf, or dumb.  And am fouled in ways.  I have looked, but there just, for me, is not option.  *sigh*

On an opposite notion, I keep thinking about the bureaucrats who were strung up.  A voice suggested my even tentative approval is most foul.  That it was a political thing, and nothing more.  What I will tell any such is... no political leanings or disagreements would lend to that level of rage and aggression.  Whatever one or both of those two men were doing, it wasn't good.  Pedophiles too?  Thieves of government largess, living quite large on the backs of peasants, middle class, and the rich without court or other standing?  Who knows.  

All I can say is, people don't do that because of propaganda, or because they "like the king" over a bureaucracy, or such.  That was... deserts, just.  The only hope I have is, in the process, they realized their evils and turned them over to God.  Asked forgiveness to, for, from their killers.  And went in as much peace, with as much dignity, as possible.  

Rage like that isn't simple politics.  That is pent up outrage completely uncorked all at once.  Tarring and feathering, if there is some doubt, if I had my druthers.  Public hanging, or other public execution for those who have stolen and the great wounding theft and harming of the unprotected, common, or even uncommon man without means of reasonable defense.  

How large they lived, without a thought.  The queen too.  Couldn't do anything?  Certainly didn't, while wearing baubles that could have fed a city for a time, to get through shortages?  Even the thought, or attempt, might have helped.  Especially if many, most, or all of them had had but an iota of concern.  Just the jewels and gems they wore on any particular day of the month, offered to help those crushed by misfortune.

Sure, it wasn't the poor who started one of those fires.  But it was certainly the poor who were the foot soldiers of that fire.  Just thoughts.

Do I believe in revolutions?  Not as a general rule.  I have only ever seen one turn out honestly well.  For a while.  The rest just went from blunder to worse blunder to reaction to destruction of whole nations.  France burned up inside, quelled that fire with another, then took that abroad until the nation was righteously crushed.  There wasn't a single "good guy or side" in that whole thing, start to stop.  Was it civil suicide?  Meh.

Oh... just... clearing thoughts and reverbs from the post.  I understand why some would, could, and should show revulsion.  But... I'm... not the one who or which should disgust you.  Unless what I write revulsed you?  If that is the case.  Goody.  Are you at all familiar with history?  Or... should I say war?  For that is history.  Much as engineering is functioning science, not the hypocrisy of being perpetually wrong, expecting the world to believe you.  Especially when it seems you mean to be wrong.

*grins*  /rant

Later.