Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
The cats have been expressing some doubts lately about my sanity and insensitively observing I also ain’t all that smart. As happens from time to time. Seems to run in cycles when they’ve been a long while away from towns and cities where they can observe sanity and average intelligence.
When they’ve lived in, or visited towns and cities where they’ve been able to observe the ‘average’ mental conditions representing sanity and the average US human IQs of 100 at work, they lighten up on me. For them the illusion of a better life and lifestyle associated with human sanity and average IQ loses a lot of glamor when they’re surrounded by it. While the gulf between me and sane, and smart, take on something of an ideal. A condition more to be aspired to than what goes on where sanity and average intelligence prevail.
The problem is those cats are brainwashed by sanist and IQist elitist propaganda, even out here. They pick it up by words, phrases, value judgements when Gale or the neighbor up-the-hill come to call, and it gradually seeps in, trumping their own experiences and observations. Same as happens, only more so, to the people in town who are submerged in it.
The only way to put a sea anchor on the illusion that sane and smart are somehow to be preferred to the life they live is to lock them up in the RV and take them to town for a looksee, I figures. Give them a taste of the cat of averagism.
And if they keep hectoring me I’m sure-as-hell going to do it.
Sounds like the dog needs to add some levity!
Rumpydog: Never hurts so far as I can discern. Gracias, J