The Pub

Then one morning. . .

Why it takes so long to realize is still a mystery to me.  You would think that we would care far too much about ourselves to let it go unnoticed.  But somehow the selfishness plays out in a twisted, self-defacing manner.  Instead of awakening us to our shortfalls and urging us on to be the sort of person we, at our greatest moments, wish we could be, it only hides under the surface and makes us slowly grow apathetic to our world.  What is best for us is to simply fade into the painting of our worlds instead of grab the brush and make our attempts, as pathetic as they may be, at creating a better place. 

I will admit that trying to change our world can be a very depressing and hurtful experience.  But belief, faith, in a peaceful and good world is the only thing I know that can justify all of the basest parts about us.  Regardless of who we are or what we have done our salvation hangs on the edge at every corner.  The most vile among us can be saved and the most righteous lost in the very blink of eye. 

Surely we can never repay the hurt that we cause one another.  You can feel it can't you?  The abyss of hurt and desperation that you feel when you are the culprit or the victim of wrong.  The sense that nothing can or will ever be done that could make things even again.  There are no take backs in real life.  The only thing we have, the only thing that can be done, perhaps only by miracle, is that we regain the vision of ourselves and the world as it should be and do what we can to paint that portrait.  This, my friends, is how we are saved, in this world, by faith. 

As for me and where I am.  I am scared today I suppose.  I remember the days when I knew the world could be different.  When I even witnessed it from time to time.  But then one morning you wake up and realize that you don't care about much anymore.  Perhaps it is time that I too find the colors of my dreams, and begin to paint once more.

Hunting Bambi

First a minor correction:  Thanks to Paul for smelling out the semi-bullshit on my last post.  It verifies my suspicion that all forwarded emails should never be trusted.  If your looking for the last post, I deleted.  Holla

I spend a third of my life in the fire house now.  Among other things I get to hear interesting conversations.  It being hunting season the major topic of conversation around here is hunting.  Deer hunting, elk hunting, bear hunting, whatever hunting is either being talked about or watched on TV by everyone but me.

I've been thinking a lot about hunting and I'm not sure if I think its wrong but I'm pretty sure that I'm uncomfortable with it.  I definitely think its twisted that we have made a hobby out of killing animals.  But I have also heard from some that it is good for the animals because it keeps them from getting over populated and running out onto highways and over-running food sources.  I'm not really sure that it is so much a concern for the animals as much as it is for our safety and amusement of hunting them. 

So okay, maybe over-population isn't a good thing.  But I really don't think it would be that much of a problem if we didn't have urban sprawl and highways that take up most of our country.  So for now, I'm sticking with this:  As soon as someone can give me a justification for killing animals that doesn't also give justification for killing humans then, and only then, will I be okay with it.  Until then, it just seems a bit base to me.  Though I could be way off my rocker.

Why the delay?

I have to apologize you to you friends for such a long delay in staying in communication with you.  Other priorities in my life have taken priorities.  Things like not getting fired.  But things are settling down for me now and I should be able to keep up with regular posting and keeping up with reading your posts as well.  I have missed you all and hope that you are all well.