The elemental issue, and ultimate tragedy of a life lived poorly, where one finds themselves cleaving to a measly income distributed from the public sector, is that they shatter when they discover how insignificant many of the beliefs they hold dear, truly are when they witness those living outside of their accepted parameters.
As the Cincinnati Enquirer did the piece on me, featuring my work with bullwhips and the metaphors the whips have in politics it is only natural that all my interests come together in my explanation of the crises at hand, I can anticipate the indolent comments that will emerge.
I recently received a comment from one of my many, many, many critics referring to me as wearing a tin hat, because one of my interests is in paranormal investigation. And of course the same fringe thinking will look at my 30 years of whip work in much the same discrediting fashion. The word they have for it is a kook.
This is because these small minded people have allowed their minds to rot, and their bodies have taken the shape of such thinking. The new rulers of these bodies are cellulite and they control the brain function without rebellion of original thinking. And to such cumbersome contemplation, my interests will seem foreign and even freighting to their standard patterns of accepted behavior.
And the reason this is a tragedy, is because they are content to be only a fraction of themselves. They are content to color in the lines that someone else drew for them, and will never have the satisfaction of creating anything original, or preserving a tradition that is rooted in truth. The cowboy arts are just such a thing, where Buffalo Bill, and Annie Oakley routinely reflected the politics of their times within the context of their shows. And such people I admire greatly.
But this is the age of progressivism. And in that age, individual achievement is frowned upon. Personal conduct is shared, and these feeble minds that have perpetuated this philosophy truly believe they are rooted in intellect. And it is in this thinking that any individual achievements, or any science that is not endorsed by these established minds, will become the subject of ridicule.
So it is with great pride that I listen and read the quips of my detractors. For when the politics is done, and the lights dim around our lives, I would not want to reflect upon the lives they lead, where they traded their very souls for a half baked idea, and a half-life reflected in their broken bodies.
Truth is sometimes revealed within established ideas, and facts sometimes come from places where established science has not yet been scouted by intelligent minds. And truth is also in tradition, which progressivism has sought to diminish any way possible. So to see anger from those factions, it rests my mind at ease that I am doing what is correct and true in the larger battlefield of human ideology. Even a cancer cell wants to live, even though they do so by consuming the body. And it is sometimes difficult to tell the difference. And such clarification allows me to see the cancer cells for what they are.
And for the cancer to take over our society, they have to minimize the immune system of our collective body in order to take command. So that means to encourage people to be weak, like Homer Simpson. Let people know that it’s ok, even endorsed to be like that beloved cartoon character, that being human is laced with fault, and that is actually an enchanting quality.
To become a bit more like Homer Simpson is a good thing. It’s what they are comfortable with.
It is not surprising that similar personalities as the tricksters featured in these videos will look to anyone that displays talent or a hunger for knowledge outside of the orthodox because such types are a serious threat to their ideology. And that ideology is an immature and shallow field of endeavor much coveted by those great equalizers dressed in sheep’s clothing yet finding it difficult to conceal their canine teeth.
So it’s fine for those demagogues to cast assertions of despair in my direction. For to them, everyone that is not a Homer Simpson is someone that must be brought down by any means available.
But it won’t be enough………………………because I’m not a Homer.
Such thoughts are dust under my boots.