Is this much ado about nothing? Well, I happen to think that the citizens of this wacko land spend way to much time in the province of perception and way to little in the land of fact.

I once wrote a blog about a school administrator who must have perceived that our children of tag-playing-age are so delicate that the slightest sight of a bloody nose is worthy of a trip to the local emergency room. What about the reality that children need exercise? They need to laugh and giggle, and they especially don’t need some administrator who is more afraid of possible criticism that he or she might sustain than the proven benefits of playing TAG! Reality takes a hit; score one for perception.

I love horses and dogs but, like me, they are going to die one day. Maybe those of us who have had a chance at life need to step aside and allow a new generation their chance to shine. When is that time? Well, for me it’s when there’s no quality left– only pain and infringing on others. The horse or dog will suffer the ravages of time and when their lives have been well lived, reality tells those that are truly compassionate it’s time to let them go. This is where reality takes another hit. In the case of the horse, by law we have closed all the abattoirs in the United States by just not funding U.S.D.A. inspectors ensuring that the harvesting of the horse is both humane and sanitary. Instead, most old horses are sent to Mexico or Canada to meet a very uncertain end. The people and the legislators that think they’re doing something wonderful should hang their heads in shame. The same goes for those of us that keep others among us from passing because of our advancements in technology that allow the narcissistic people that legislate this technology to prolong our lives even when the quality of this life is reduced to a beating heart and lungs that go in and out.

Reality has to win at least one time, giving me hope that 2+2 still = 4.

See Ya,

Jack