It Follows

The Old Place is known for its blood pressure lowering qualities.  The calling of the birds, the gurgle of the creek as it tumbles over the weir and the gentle soughing of the breeze that wafts through the branches all combine, to create a symphony of peace. It is, the antithesis of Facebook. There is no need to tell anyone, "What's On Your Mind," because you are up there to get things Off Your Mind.  There is no need to "Comment" because there is nothing to comment on.  There is no need to "Poke" anyone because the one you want to be with is already there, yourself.  It is not even necessary to ask any of the other denizens of the lake what's on their mind or even their opinions on a topic.  It is not that we are iconoclast or anything; we have just known each other for so long that each pretty much knows what the other thinks.  So, what's it got to do with safety?  A well worn question, but no less valuable for having been asked a time or two.

There appears to have been a certain degree of displeasure recently over some of the actions of our newly inaugurated POTUS.  Now before you blow your stack, take a deep breath and think of Queen Ilsa or if you prefer, a mother giraffe.  Then, "Let It Go," or just Drop It!   If all the wealthy Star Chamber Illuminati Knights Templar Conservatives could not get rid of former president Obama, then what chance do you lot have?  All you are doing is embarrasing yourselves and establishing your reputations.  Remember your faces and actions will be out there. . . FOR-EVER!  The internet, never forgets.  It will be there when you apply to college and later when you apply for a job.  It will be there when you meet the parents.  It will be there when you try to adopt a child.  It will be there when you try to woo a new client or apply for a loan.  It will be there to ruin your credibility in court or when you testify before a Senete Subcommittee.  Finally, lest you scoff and think all this the ravings of another, "stupid" Conservative, it will be there when you run for POTUS yourself.  Don't believe me?  Just ask former Secretary of State, Hillary Rodam-Clinton. . .

(By the way, these points apply to all rablerousers, regardless of their political stripe.)

The old porch creaks as you rock, sure one nail would probably fix it but why?

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim.