The idea that gas prices are going to go so high that people have to quit buying the stuff they think they need just to keep their job is fascinating to me. I think this is a serious wake-up call that ain't going away. I suspect a lotta people gone have to realize they've been seriously lied to about the way life is, and there's gonna be hell to pay.
It's my opinion that the elite classes are trying to take the middle-class out. They enjoy too many luxuries that should be available only to the rich. If the rich don't have some sort of exclusivity over luxury, then it's not really luxurious is it? Poor people should be worried about whether their children are going to starve to death, not how high last month's cell phone bill was.
Why buy a limousine if the SUV's that surround you on the highway are as luxurious as today's limousines. How big and powerful do cars have to get before the rich and privileged can feel rich and privileged? The solution is obvious. Make gas so expensive only the rich and privileged can afford to be on the highway.
There is nothing I can do about how this is coming down nor any human being I'm personally acquainted with. The horse is outta the barn. I'm gonna close the gate? True, it would be very inconvenient not to have an internet connection. I've done without that most of my life. It would be very inconvenient to not be able to drive to the grocery store for groceries. Although not as much for me as some people further away. The most inconvenient utility to do without is electricity. Aye, and there's the rub.
I burned a brush pile on my lawn today. I had been putting it off thinking that I'd move it off my lawn to burn it. That part of my lawn has had a rough time of it in regard to fire. I kept a used motor home I intended to fix up and use it to travel in when I worked outta town in construction. It didn't work out. I couldn't get it fixed. So, it just sat there for years until Ben finally hauled it off under the pretense he was going to use it as an office at one of his farms.
When I cleaned up after that fiasco I burned another fire in nearly the same place. It took a good, long while for the centipede grass to re-sod itself in the spot I had the fire. Even now there is a strange looking brown fungus that grows there that I haven't seen anywhere else on the property. I've burned another pile there now, and it will probably take a while to recover too.
I guess I'm developing the very sort of nostalgia I seem to have been able to ignore in the past. I've watched a couple of documentaries on PBS about Franklin Delano Roosevelt. He died in office when I was six years old. His influence on my parents was palpable. When he died my mother cried inconsolably for hours. She really frightened me. My father seemed to understand her tears, because he was not himself for a while after that.
I didn't understand the Great Depression because I was born just as it was ending. I don't particularly wanna have the experience just so I can empathize with my dead parents. It was a very scary time for them, and after World War Two was over, they were some very happy campers by comparison.
I'm not fooling myself about how inflation is going to affect me. It's gonna wipe out my savings and leave me blowing in the wind. I know what that's like. I know that a lot of what has to be adjusted to can be done with minimal fuss, and that's about the only positive one can make of a situation of utter destitution. Look at all the catastrophes going on around us continuously.
Look at all the un-nay-me-d bodies floating around in the rice paddies in Burma. Every idea they ever had about themselves gone with the cyclone/tsunami/hurricane/flood/tornado/whatever. Life never has meant very much when there's too much suffering to care about any other individual but oneself.
That's why I keep reminding myself that I'll die like a dog in a ditch. When you die you're just another stinking body that keep the living from thinking they're immortal. I've been overwhelmed by nature more than once. The fact that I somehow survived doesn't provide or require much of an explanation.
It's only the personality that dies anyway. That's the only thing anybody seems to think they got to lose. That's all they really hope will survive. Their identity. They want who-they-think-they-are to survive. There are times when I think that's all that can be saved from death.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
