...it's strictly business.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli. Right?
Yeah. I don't believe that too much. Neither did the young Don actually. Everything is personal according to him. Every piece of shit you have to deal with, the rogue strike of lightening, the hand of god...all are personal. And the sooner you start thinking that way the better off you'll be. I don't believe that either. I'm more of the guy in the middle when it comes to the crap train coming down the tracks, but more importantly I try and take a big picture view of it all.
I tend to not get bogged down in the minutiae of it all, preferring to see the glass not only as half full but refillable as well. Preferably with a nice Rijoa. Life is too short for bad moods, bad food and bad wine. Why kill yourself fretting over it?
I've been fortunate enough to have had people try and stand on my throat in an effort to get ahead or to simply exact their version of revenge. I won't get into specifics too much but suffice to say that there are people, hard as it may to imagine, that don't like me very much. And their version of a happy place is my misery. Well...sucks to be them because I am not miserable in any way. On the contrary, I use these episodes as learning experiences, not only for me but for others. It's a life lesson in how not to be a douche bag.
Still, at the end of it all, I am constantly amazed at these people. Why? Is this a case of nurture versus nature? I really do have a hard time understanding this. Just this morning I was driving my son into work and we were talking about the douche bag in chief and his refusal to call out the Nazi's after the tragedy of Charlottesville this past weekend. OK, I was talking and he was grunting, but at least he was nodding. And I keep coming back to the disbelief that today, this day and age, we would still be dealing with Nazi's. Fucking Nazi's!
Seriously. What is wrong with this world? Seems easy to most of us, stop with the douche baggery and you know what, your life might actually become a little easier. Certainly you'll have more time to devote to other pursuits, the arts, enrichment, video games, being a better lover...whatever floats your boat. But no...everyone is too busy hating or defending hate or responding to hate. It is, quite literally, sucking the oxygen out of the world.
So, you see, it is personal. And it's business as well. Business as usual for too many knuckle dragging fuck wads with hate as their first response. Which in turn becomes personal to many. Vicious circle or what? Sadly, I don't think there is hope for this time. Doesn't mean we don't try and certainly doesn't mean we sit down, on the contrary...stand the fuck up. But Drumph isn't the disease, he's merely a symptom, and now an enabler. Hatred runs deep. Fear and ignorance feeding the fires of that hate. We need to regroup and start again with the only real hope and that is tomorrow.
Ciao
D
Still, at the end of it all, I am constantly amazed at these people. Why? Is this a case of nurture versus nature? I really do have a hard time understanding this. Just this morning I was driving my son into work and we were talking about the douche bag in chief and his refusal to call out the Nazi's after the tragedy of Charlottesville this past weekend. OK, I was talking and he was grunting, but at least he was nodding. And I keep coming back to the disbelief that today, this day and age, we would still be dealing with Nazi's. Fucking Nazi's!
Seriously. What is wrong with this world? Seems easy to most of us, stop with the douche baggery and you know what, your life might actually become a little easier. Certainly you'll have more time to devote to other pursuits, the arts, enrichment, video games, being a better lover...whatever floats your boat. But no...everyone is too busy hating or defending hate or responding to hate. It is, quite literally, sucking the oxygen out of the world.
So, you see, it is personal. And it's business as well. Business as usual for too many knuckle dragging fuck wads with hate as their first response. Which in turn becomes personal to many. Vicious circle or what? Sadly, I don't think there is hope for this time. Doesn't mean we don't try and certainly doesn't mean we sit down, on the contrary...stand the fuck up. But Drumph isn't the disease, he's merely a symptom, and now an enabler. Hatred runs deep. Fear and ignorance feeding the fires of that hate. We need to regroup and start again with the only real hope and that is tomorrow.
Ciao
D
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