Work With Your Hands.

Every new day the world fails more than the day before. Everyday the world smells more putrid than the day before. The economy, politics, religion, race, morality, hospitality, family life and virtue are all in a state of decline. Children in school are no longer allowed to act like children because their teacher wants them on medication. Teachers blame parents and parents blame teachers for the zombie child produced in today's world. Zombie medication that makes them behave. Attentive but hollow. Boys are no longer allowed to be wild or dangerous or competitive because they are trained to be nice and courteous. They are trained to be good little boys.

The workplace is even worse because there men are being neutralized and feminized. It is not even okay to be a hairy guy. There was a time when guys with long hair and beards rocked. Now its boy-band guys with frosted tips and waxed arms. I don't even know what frosted tips are. Men are waxing and tanning regularly. How often does a guy have to wax his arms in order to keep them smooth?Men everywhere are being neutered. Most guys go home feeling useless because they have not done any real work at work. Yeah, they might have sent some emails or made some sales calls, but nothing that involved getting dirty or sweaty like the men who work with their hands everyday. Road rage is not a disease or something that requires a pill. It is people leaving work feeling totally unfulfilled. Pissed off men who feel less than at work and are flat out unsatisfied. I urge all men to find a hobby. Build something, chop wood, fish, hunt, sweat, break something, swing something, get muddy or do anything that allows you to be manly. Occupations were simple in the beginning of all things. The men were hunters, fisherman, carpenters, laborers, and warriors because that is how they learned to survive. All men have a primal flame inside burning us up to be simple. Guys everywhere listen up. Start acting like men.

Dogs!

I am owned by an Australian Blue Heeler named Nya. She is a cattle dog, in a manner of speaking. Heelers are bread as herding dogs. Really the only thing she herds is my roomate and I and his dog Monkey. Today the pest control guy came out to spray and accidentally left the gate open. Nya is used to being off-leash so she didn't go far, but Monkey is another story all together. In order to understand the personality of Monkey, a story is needed. There are certain fish in the Gulf of Mexico that you simply don't want to catch. I call them Jack fish but that is not the proper name. Anyhow, if a Jack fish gets on your line there will be trouble. The second they are hooked they start swimming out to the open ocean, which means reeling for hours. It is a pain and not really worth the trouble. That brings me back to Monkey's personality which is similar, in nature, to the Jack fish. The second she is free to run she heads out to the open ocean. Monkey points in a direction and stays the course. That makes it difficult to catch her. Today Monkey made a run for it but the pest control guy and I were able to stop her thankfully. I hope that we will have that much success the next time Monkey makes a run for it.