Rusty's Armory

Anonymous my butt.

Posted on December 1, 2014 Updated on December 1, 2014

I am feeling a bit hung over from all the ugly news of the last five days. Yet as I look around my newly adopted home, we are light years away from ‘sophisticated’ demonstrations of Wal-Mart, Black Friday and Thanksgiving that the rest of the US experienced. I doubt anyone here owns a Guy Fawkes mask, nor like the rest of the easily lead protesters in the US, would they know or even care who Guy Fawkes was, unless they happened to be British ex-pats. However, it would not surprise me if even the Brits didn’t know the history either. I am still scratching my head over how Wal-Mart and Ferguson seem to be connected in the minds of this new crop of intellectual revolutionaries.

But I guess the mask must be cool on a stick. Another soulless generation has sprung up that believes it is so very deep. Perhaps there are some budding counter-culture musicians who will rise to undeserved prominence as they did in the 60’s. I am so out of touch (by choice, mind you) of trends today. Odd how this cycle of mindless protest and violence erupts every sixty or so years.

I keep trying to stay out of the debate, but it draws me in like a magnet. I want to be like the one neighbor here who used to have a giant illuminated plastic Santa near the gate to leading his ranch, beside it he had a hand lettered sign saying [PUT CHRIST BACK IN CHRISTMAS!], and another sign nailed on the gate post that said, [TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT!]. But ignorance of the human condition is not comforting to me. I do not find comfort with either side. On one side are the Jingoists, on the other the Globalists. Both views are malodorous exaggerations that get people killed by the millions.

Maybe this will be a week of quietness as the rioters have to return to their classrooms or labors. I can’t seem to tear myself away from the newsfeeds. I need to know, even if it is hugely slanted coverage by reporters so full of hubris that they consider themselves gods.

So on this cold and windy December day, inside where it is warm and the coffee is copious, I watch the world outside both my virtual window, and my glass window, and try to make sense out of a world gone mad.

Good morning!