A Handful of Darts

I’ve seen this in some quite old movies, where the decision as to where a vacation would take a small group, a family, would be decided by throwing a dart(s), at a map, and depending on the degree of comedy we were supposed to laugh at, the people would go to where the darts landed. Old movies. Well, this website will not be a handful of old movies but will be a handful of darts. In a way, my life has been the throw of darts from around fifteen to now but now I am quite satisfied to be where my darts landed, in earthquake country. A few each day, not felt, or the occasional one that lets you know that life isn’t permanent.

It comes with the territory but at least I am in America, right? I lean right but am not very political which is why this website will lean right and be honest like Abraham. You choose, the Abraham of the bible or the Abraham of the Lincoln. I write what is on my mind at the time with an overarching theme as concerns the stupidity of some people. Remember that there are smart people who know what work is in all of society, so my jabs are not aimed at you that work so don’t take me personally, if you know how to work. It’s the rest of the lumpkins that I wish to speak of here.

Life is not a bowl of anything. It is more like a boxing ring at Madison Square Gardens. Those who work are smarter than those who pretend to work, like college professors that teach communism. (Jerks all.) This is one reason I dropped sociology class in college and and skipped Psych-1A also. Anthropology then became my major and that is the way it has been all my life. Cultural and physical anthro. I am well versed also in being dumber than a post. That is how humans learn the best. Get a hand lopped off in a drilling machine and you learn. Lose a leg in combat and the glory of winning takes a back seat to life itself. Some, the smarter ones, learn from examples and others make examples out of being stupid even without a degree in sociology. Social science-a buzzword for socialism. Psychiatry-good for those who need it. Not so good for those not psychiatrists who diagnose people because they heard some psychiatric phrase here or there and pinned it on someone else.

Have you ever handled a corpse? You know, a dead person who is slightly unattached in several places? Maybe one you dredge carefully out of, say, the Gulf of Tonkin. A pilot he was, was. It teaches lessons that cannot be learned any other way. You see, I come from the past and the past trails along behind me like an untucked shirt tail. I don’t want it to be untucked but it does so anyway. Ain’t I a treat though! I am one who learns from experience and those lessons have been quite difficult. I really don’t mind anymore. The dreams have pretty much stopped and my fiftieth anniversary is coming up soon. Old is good if you’re healthy and I began stopping my problems over a decade ago. I have a clear heading and a boiler full of steam. For now, that is. Tomorrow will come and bring its baggage along with it as it always does for human beings, but, at least I can count on something, right?

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