I occasionally veer into politics in this blog, but I’m not interested in making the blog a political vehicle. So while I daily complain to myself, my wife, family, and friends about politics It’s peripheral to this blog. However, like many of these days, what’s going on is a huge weight on me.
So what do I do about it? OK, laugh if you will, but I take my yah-yahs out on the wood pile. I’ve reached that point in the winter when I’m into some red oak that needs some further reduction in size for the woodstove. Up on the block goes the large hunk of oak. Thawak!!! goes the maul. After a while, a pile builds up, and I have to clear it. I can sometimes be heard muttering vile imprecations of a political nature. My grin might remind you of Jack Nicholson in The Shining, “Here’s Johnny!”
Yes, a certain manic air surrounds the scene of the violence. I am innocently chopping firewood that’s all. No heavy psychological junk involved…”Die sucker die!….errrrrr I mean that’s one twisted piece of wood. Needs another whack!
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I’ve done that. It was a good outlet when I had a wood stove until my friend’s stupid boyfriend said, “Ah yes, chop wood, carry water” with his phony baloney Zen thing. I knew him way too well not to know that wasn’t just knee-jerk faux spirituality. I thought, “You have no idea what I’m doing. I’m making sure I’m warm this winter.” People. Whaddaya gonna’ do? 🤣
It’s good physical exercise if you do it in moderation, and it’s in service of a worthy cause, not an idle pastime.
There was no way I could explain that to that idiot. 🤣
True, they don’t have the capacity to understand.
Nope. They live in a fictional world. Poor them.