Stuff happens......

whether you're ready or not......

I’m not ancient but I'm purty darn old 'n I’ve been around quite a long time now and I know that in the long run, many of the big things that you think are important, simply ain’t. And the really important things in life are often those that you pay the least attention to....there’s a lot of truth in that old bromide that ‘the best things in life are free.’
This election which so many people are so passionate about is one of those ‘big things’ that will, over time, fade like old denim. It’s always been ever thus. (I never tho’t I’d have a chance to say ‘ever thus’ in any context)
When I wuz a young man, in my teens, the country was obsessed with ‘Reds’..(commies... for the ill-informed)..
tempers flared, lives were wrecked, people went to jail ‘n Dalton Trumbo had to write movies under a series of assumed names, alack-a-day.....I knew about it but basically I didn’t care as I was obsessed with girls....’n cars ‘n rowdy friends, but mostly girls.....
When I went off to play in the USAF (I like Ike wuz Prez ‘n there were no jobs for unleveraged hillbillies) the ‘Cold War’ wuz heatin’ up, the French got their butt kicked in French Indo-China (soon to become Vietnam) spies wuz spyin’ 'n lyin' 'n ever'one wuz lookin’ for an edge but, again, I basically didn’t care as I was obsessed girls ‘n cars ‘n rowdy friends, but mostly girls......
It wuz an interestin’ time in history when I came home...Lebanon was boilin’ over (‘n they say a watched pot never boils) I like Ike chose a side in Vietnam, I think ‘cause MacArthur told him not to, there still wuzn’t any jobs for unleveraged hillbillies ‘n a whole bunch of us out’a the military (‘n outa jobs) went off to college.....basically, I wuz still obsessed with girls ‘n cars ‘n rowdy friends but mostly one p’ticklar girl......
In the sixties came Kennedy ‘n Camelot, missiles in Cuba ‘n the Bay of Pigs ‘n Vietnam really hotted up but by now I wuz busy with stuff that really mattered......
Lotsa things happened over the next fifty years....situations got out'a hand, tempers flared, lives were wrecked....the old military term SNAFU pretty much covers life in all varied forms but the man who keeps his eye on the prize 'n his nose to the old grindstone is gonna be uncomfortable.....
‘N that’s pretty much the way of the world.....at least, from the point of view of a still unleveraged hillbilly.....