Saturday, December 10, 2005
Fanatics
I am aware that I can be naïve at times. This usually occurs when choosing my friends. I also have this rosy outlook towards humanity.
Seems as I get older, disappointment comes along much more often then in my youth. And yet, I prefer to think life is better then the doomsayers rant about.
Fanatics. You’ll find them everywhere in every type of activity on earth. You cannot negotiate with them. You cannot even begin to satisfy them. You can try to ignore them. But in all honesty, you’d be better off putting a bullet into their brain and release some of the pressure they are under.
Now I do not advocate violent behavior in any way, shape or form. The bullet comment is just my way of stating how useless it is to argue with them.
Regardless of how well you formulate your argument against their paranoid tendencies, they will twist in the wind so they can find a new, stronger point in which to base their fears upon. Did I say fears? Certainly fear is what drives them, even if they totally deny it. But try as you might, you will never pin them down on what really scares them to the point of fanatical behavior.
Often they will counter with the concept of trying to help you improve your own position by giving you a concept to focus on or argue against. This allows them the reason for holding onto such nonsense while denying they have a fixation on it. This also shows a lack of commitment to their own phobias. Follow me so far? Pathetic, isn’t it.
Now what has this to do with the price of Hawaiian shirts at Point Barrow, Alaska? Actually I have no idea. You figure it out, as I have other fish to tattoo.
I usually write these diatribes in a single setting. Often taking as much as an hour to write one. This piece of literary nonsense was started over a month ago, but the gist of the commentary was still just off the tips of my fingers. During this lean period I have replaced my loaned copy of Yu Chi Chan, which I might add has been loaned now since 1973. It is much easier to read this time around.
Anywho, anyway, and anyhow, we shall labor forth. Or Fifth. Or Sixth. Etc.
Interesting on this anniversary of the murder of John Lennon that the Liberals in Canada are campaigning to eliminate all handguns due to 48 out of 70 drug related killings in Toronto tied to handguns, which in all likelihood were illegally obtained in the first place.
When you study the conceptual output by these folks, you will notice several linked items. They admit they are trying to change the habitual if not social outlook of people who own handguns in order to reduce handgun killings. Excuse me? Druggies will enjoy this idea in that it will probably make them seem safer in their chemical haze. And just ignore they made this announcement at a UN Conference.
Now for the fanatics on the other side of the coin, take a deep breath, got to the bathroom, wash your face, chill out. Save your energies for the really exciting moments to come.
Here are just one of those moments I remember from years past.
“I won’t write my congressman cause then they will have my name as a gun owner.” Note: This individual was wearing an NRA Life Member cap.
I really get a kick out of those hardcore types that have no problem throwing slogans at a problem in an attempt to scare the antis into cowering in a corner. When in all reality, they are giving them reason and validity to work harder to pass more laws restricting firearms. Never try to scare a scared person, it will backlash on you in a major way. Sometimes they even get laws passed.
I could carry this out much farther, even get specific about certain items or activities, but my name is not
Michaleen Oge Flynn and the night is not blustery nor stormy.
The clock is running. Question is, what is the purpose of the race.
And what is Article 32, Book 2 of Sun Tzu’s treaties on the Art of War.
As Robert Heinlein wrote in Starship Troopers; “there are no dangerous weapons, only dangerous men…”
Damn, now I’m throwing slogans and such about. Does that make me a fanatic also? Does this mean I have gone over the edge? Does this mean I won’t get laid tonight?
Does this mean what I think it means if everyone understands what it is I am meaning to say when I wrote this about what it was I was talking about when I was saying something totally different at the moment of hearing what I was not saying when I said it while speaking upon a passage of thought requirements deemed necessary to recover and reply to what it was I started to say when I began this diatribe.
Stick a fork in me……. I be done.
9 Dec 2005
Inside the Asylum.
P.S. Can anyone explain why Doctor Who wore celery on his lapel instead of a flower? Just one of those intellectual thoughts that never passes through my cranium.
Seems as I get older, disappointment comes along much more often then in my youth. And yet, I prefer to think life is better then the doomsayers rant about.
Fanatics. You’ll find them everywhere in every type of activity on earth. You cannot negotiate with them. You cannot even begin to satisfy them. You can try to ignore them. But in all honesty, you’d be better off putting a bullet into their brain and release some of the pressure they are under.
Now I do not advocate violent behavior in any way, shape or form. The bullet comment is just my way of stating how useless it is to argue with them.
Regardless of how well you formulate your argument against their paranoid tendencies, they will twist in the wind so they can find a new, stronger point in which to base their fears upon. Did I say fears? Certainly fear is what drives them, even if they totally deny it. But try as you might, you will never pin them down on what really scares them to the point of fanatical behavior.
Often they will counter with the concept of trying to help you improve your own position by giving you a concept to focus on or argue against. This allows them the reason for holding onto such nonsense while denying they have a fixation on it. This also shows a lack of commitment to their own phobias. Follow me so far? Pathetic, isn’t it.
Now what has this to do with the price of Hawaiian shirts at Point Barrow, Alaska? Actually I have no idea. You figure it out, as I have other fish to tattoo.
I usually write these diatribes in a single setting. Often taking as much as an hour to write one. This piece of literary nonsense was started over a month ago, but the gist of the commentary was still just off the tips of my fingers. During this lean period I have replaced my loaned copy of Yu Chi Chan, which I might add has been loaned now since 1973. It is much easier to read this time around.
Anywho, anyway, and anyhow, we shall labor forth. Or Fifth. Or Sixth. Etc.
Interesting on this anniversary of the murder of John Lennon that the Liberals in Canada are campaigning to eliminate all handguns due to 48 out of 70 drug related killings in Toronto tied to handguns, which in all likelihood were illegally obtained in the first place.
When you study the conceptual output by these folks, you will notice several linked items. They admit they are trying to change the habitual if not social outlook of people who own handguns in order to reduce handgun killings. Excuse me? Druggies will enjoy this idea in that it will probably make them seem safer in their chemical haze. And just ignore they made this announcement at a UN Conference.
Now for the fanatics on the other side of the coin, take a deep breath, got to the bathroom, wash your face, chill out. Save your energies for the really exciting moments to come.
Here are just one of those moments I remember from years past.
“I won’t write my congressman cause then they will have my name as a gun owner.” Note: This individual was wearing an NRA Life Member cap.
I really get a kick out of those hardcore types that have no problem throwing slogans at a problem in an attempt to scare the antis into cowering in a corner. When in all reality, they are giving them reason and validity to work harder to pass more laws restricting firearms. Never try to scare a scared person, it will backlash on you in a major way. Sometimes they even get laws passed.
I could carry this out much farther, even get specific about certain items or activities, but my name is not
Michaleen Oge Flynn and the night is not blustery nor stormy.
The clock is running. Question is, what is the purpose of the race.
And what is Article 32, Book 2 of Sun Tzu’s treaties on the Art of War.
As Robert Heinlein wrote in Starship Troopers; “there are no dangerous weapons, only dangerous men…”
Damn, now I’m throwing slogans and such about. Does that make me a fanatic also? Does this mean I have gone over the edge? Does this mean I won’t get laid tonight?
Does this mean what I think it means if everyone understands what it is I am meaning to say when I wrote this about what it was I was talking about when I was saying something totally different at the moment of hearing what I was not saying when I said it while speaking upon a passage of thought requirements deemed necessary to recover and reply to what it was I started to say when I began this diatribe.
Stick a fork in me……. I be done.
9 Dec 2005
Inside the Asylum.
P.S. Can anyone explain why Doctor Who wore celery on his lapel instead of a flower? Just one of those intellectual thoughts that never passes through my cranium.
