Emptying the misc drawer of the mind
Every now and again, I simply write whatever comes to mind. Normally, I have a theme for this blog - something that I’ve been thinking about; something I’m responding to; or something that has annoyed the hell out of me that I want to get off my chest. And then there are days like today. I have nothing special I want to say, but I want to say it anyway. If I ramble on, Sarah Palin-like, feel free to move on to other, more interesting posts. I will not take offense.
Listening to Sarah Palin makes me want to cry. I thought I had heard the English language mangled before, but the pummeling that Ms. Palin gives to the syntax of her sentences (and I’m being generous here, calling them sentences) is punishment far in excess of any that has been heretofore been visited upon the nouns and verbs that we have come to know and love. Her supporters claim that her critics are being overly harsh and sexist. To this, I say, "Bladerdash!" What Ms. Palin’s speech indicates is the utter vacuousness of her thought process. There is nothing sexist about this. I’d say the same thing (and have in the past) about a male politician (hell, anyone) with so little regard for rational, logical thought.
It is a fact that 90% of the men in this country are raised by women. Why is it, then, that most men are sexist pigs? Do their mothers raise them to have little to no regard for the female sex? Or is something so deeply ingrained in the male DNA that no amount of enlightened upbringing can eradicate it? There are times when I am deeply, deeply ashamed for being male. When I observe how some men treat women, I want to slap them upside the head. Being a person who favors reason over violence, I never give in to these impluses, yet there are times… So, what is the story here? Are mothers to blame? Is it societal pressures (peer and otherwise)? Or is it simply genetic? Thoughts and comments are not only welcomed, but are also encouraged.
If any of you are familiar with the old nursey rhyme that goes thusly: As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats. Every cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, wives, how many were going to St. Ives? I must ask this question - how many were going to St. Ives? I have a bet with myself that not one in ten people will know the answer.
Saw the new Bond film the other night, and it was spectacular. Daniel Craig is the most beliveable Bond since the early Connery. He’s focused, unrelenting, and a killing machine when the occasion calls for it. All other Bonds pale in comparison to Mr. Craig. Bravo to those who had the courage to cast him in the role.
I’m reading a terrific book titled, "Fifty Days That Changed the World". It’s a synopsis of the fifty events that drastically put the world on a different path. Not only is it fascinating, but it has (for me at least) illuminated certain events of which I was only tangentially aware. Because this is world history (a subject that has fallen out of favor in the American school system) you probably won’t be able to find this book in your local Barnes and Noble, but for those of you who have even a passing interest in things of this nature, this book is highly recommended. Pick up a copy if you can.
Barack Obama is President-elect of the United States. I still can’t believe it.
Peace, love and understanding to all my fellow bodybuilders in the community. We all have much to be thankful for.
