But I came away renewed, refreshed and relaxed from all the exercise dodging ricochets of wisdom, originality and profundity.
- Found out Love’s a big deal however it happens to be packaged, especially if it’s universal and unconditional (not making any demands), and I was appropriately edified with the knowing of it.
- Found out pets are cute and smart, which I hadn’t noticed before,
- Found out wild animals wouldn’t hurt a flea, mostly, unless it’s the fault of some human,
- Found out humans mostly wouldn’t hurt a flea if they’re properly loved,
- Found out millions of chickens spending their lives in lines of 3′ wire cubes a mile long and three deep from egg to hatchet were capable of being subjected to some irony called legal cruelty if they died prematurely by some other than the normal method,
- Discovered there’s an amazing breadth of conflicting, mutually exclusive truths floating around,
- Discovered the wisest folk on the planet and those most prone to pass one-sentence fragments of that wisdom along to others are those who wish they’d been born with a Tribal Census Number of one sort or another, but who almost certainly weren’t (though they, followed by I, would be the last to say so). The good news is there are plenty more of the same tribe willing to shoot it back at them.
I suppose I’ve almost exhausted that source of wisdom for the moment. Thinking next I’m going to study the labels on food cans.
8:00 AM afterthought
I probably should have mentioned something else I’m noticing and find a lot more humorous than any of the above:
The emergence of the “I fought in [name a war the US indulged in during the past half century] syndrome. Most don’t come right out and say so, but the great majority attempt to convey a distinct impression they were infantry point men, or at least out where the bullets were flying. And it was tough. The PX, pizzas and whores were all off somewhere different than where they were. Tough and scary with all those meanies trying to get through the wire every night and them laying ambushes on the jungle trails, crawling in tunnels full of snakes and little brown brothers with hand grenades. Unspoken implications they weren’t among the 150/1 REMF [rear-echelon MFs] in Vietnam, not among the 500/1 in everything since.
Naturally all this gets followed by a lot of fawning modern day patriots thanking them for protecting all this freedom we now enjoy, frowning about how little thanks and respect vets get for being vets.
If you hold your mouth right you can get a smile out of this phenomenon. Twist it around a little further and you can even squeeze out a laugh.
[Edit: Sheeze. Just got an email from someone thought I was saying I was a Vietnam Vet. I’m not. This pic is Korea, 1963. Nobody ever heard of Vietnam yet. That 1st Cav patch – in those days was “The horse we never rode, the line we never crossed and the yellow is the reason why”]
I took the picture but I’ve since then metamorphosed into a point-man with a nasty scowl figuring on getting a Veteran bumper sticker and some thanks for all I must have sacrificed so you modern patriots could stay free, etc etc etc etc etc.
Sometimes I think we old people really are as pathetic as young people believe we are.
10:00 AM afterthought
If lip-service croc-tears patriots actually wanted to say thanks to someone who made a sacrifice they’d pay a visit now and then to a long-term care VA hospital instead of displaying “Support Our Troops” stickers and sloganizing a lot of easy, empty rhetorical cliché. The wheel chair population wasting away forgotten in those hospitals sacrificed something they wanted to keep, even though they probably never believed they did it to protect the freedom of anyone else.
Likely it gets lonesome in there being a has-been swept off into a corner so’s they don’t distract from the enthusiasm for the ones haven’t done their unintentional sacrificing yet. Paying them an occasional visit, taking them a pecan pie, sitting around exchanging lies about wars we fought would get a lot nearer to sincerity than a thousand flags and bumper stickers.
And those guys would welcome it, though they’d have every right to be suspicious and wonder whether the world’s coming to an end.