Reading your posts is like fly fishing while walking up stream. It's a struggle but the effort is well worth it because not infrequently the reader finds a perfect fishing spot where one or two whoppers are just waiting to be caught. Snagged a couple of quotes from this post to set aside for deeper contemplation and digestion a little later. But this one...
>I am ill at ease with my Stoicism.
Hmmm. Every so often I wish we were close enough I could ply you with a wee dram and hear you unpack what's behind lines like this. I could speculate, but that's a different river and the fish caught there are often inedible.
If you haven't already, be sure to read Duncan's "The Storm Before the Storm." I was left oddly optimistic after reading this book just before the pandemic. If for no other reason than the comfort that we weren't putting the heads of overthrown leaders on pikes in front of capital buildings around the country. Given the past several months, however, I should qualify that with "yet."
There are some roads where that Stoic me in the passenger seat is no comfort over the bumps. Then he gets predictable and says the same stuff. I'm not going to kick him out, but he's a bit annoying. Maybe he's all left brain and not giving me any poetry when poetry is what I need to hear. Or maybe the Blues.
I know those feels. I sometimes regret that I have a duty to collect the daily maunderings of other conservative & libertarian writers and link them, because I'd be much happier wandering the wasteland outside New Vegas than having to deal with the bizarre ravings of people who don't seem to be on the same planet I am but nonetheless insist on opining about it. It is what it is. March or die.
Reading your posts is like fly fishing while walking up stream. It's a struggle but the effort is well worth it because not infrequently the reader finds a perfect fishing spot where one or two whoppers are just waiting to be caught. Snagged a couple of quotes from this post to set aside for deeper contemplation and digestion a little later. But this one...
>I am ill at ease with my Stoicism.
Hmmm. Every so often I wish we were close enough I could ply you with a wee dram and hear you unpack what's behind lines like this. I could speculate, but that's a different river and the fish caught there are often inedible.
If you haven't already, be sure to read Duncan's "The Storm Before the Storm." I was left oddly optimistic after reading this book just before the pandemic. If for no other reason than the comfort that we weren't putting the heads of overthrown leaders on pikes in front of capital buildings around the country. Given the past several months, however, I should qualify that with "yet."
There are some roads where that Stoic me in the passenger seat is no comfort over the bumps. Then he gets predictable and says the same stuff. I'm not going to kick him out, but he's a bit annoying. Maybe he's all left brain and not giving me any poetry when poetry is what I need to hear. Or maybe the Blues.
I know those feels. I sometimes regret that I have a duty to collect the daily maunderings of other conservative & libertarian writers and link them, because I'd be much happier wandering the wasteland outside New Vegas than having to deal with the bizarre ravings of people who don't seem to be on the same planet I am but nonetheless insist on opining about it. It is what it is. March or die.