Yeah, an' I'm coming back to it, when I said I wouldn't, *lol*, but it's really the time to shut up, and because I won't, I must be one of the world's worst "candidate dictators".
Any more, I just wanna stay home in my little "hobbit hole" and leave the "quest for the rings" to those who think they qualify.
"If ya can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch."
No matter what I say here or else where, it seems to get taken the wrong way anyhow. I guess 'cuz I'm not an English major, and I come from a place like Wyoming?
Sometimes, I don't see much difference between the way I'm perceived, and the way the world treats my country. They all want the benefits of support, but then gutshoot you at the first opportunity.
I can't fully focus anyhow this week. I had to put down the oldest of my two dogs, who was 14 years old. She had a stroke or heart attack or something, and the resulting brain damage would not let her regain the use of her limbs. She just lay there flailing and kicking and struggling to breath. I took her up on the hill, as I had seen my Dad do, and ended her suffering with a bullet. I curled her up in her favorite rug and buried her here with her folks and her sheep.
In philosophical terms, does that make me a monster, or just a man who loved his dog?
Whaddaya think, outside the box?