My Conscience…

This may sound a little basic to some, maybe not.

I go off half-cocked quite a lot. I guess it’s because as you get older, you know that you don’t have as much time to defend and explain in detail…and you don’t care to get lost in meaningless talking-point debates that merely slow the inevitable conclusions at which you have already arrived. But along with this bull-in-a-china-shop attitude,(besides breaking a shitload of porcelain)one tends to feel brutish about one’s methods. But that is the nature of the beast. Get in and hang on. Does that make any sense?

Let me state it another way. I have come to certain conclusions about the way things are on this spinning rock, and I have arrived at these ways of thinking,not only through many years of many hours devoted to reading and researching…but also through gut feelings and intuition about such information. I guess, although it seems a p.o.v. that on the surface could be easily criticized…I know what I know. I will never tell you a lie here. I will not spread rumor. If I make a statement as fact…I can document it.

The conclusions I draw from these facts, are mine alone. But they fit, and it’s my purpose to tell you how. I have to sleep and look in a mirror occasionally. So my intent is to as be as true to myself and what I believe, as possible. I don’t care how others sleep or see their reflections. It’s obvious to me that these things aren’t as important to some. It’s obvious that a certain group of people do not seem to have the same type of conscience that I do. To hell with them.

I depend on a lot of people out there to call me on any bull that I happen to post here. I also depend on a few in the real world to assure the veracity of my observations. As Blanche says : “I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers”. Whether they be friend or foe, I am sure that my readership will keep me on the straight and narrow.

I realize that readers come and go. Hit and run. That is the nature of the blogosphere. Some leave comments…most don’t. I can hang with that. I really appreciate the feedback I get and always crave more, but most places that I visit do not receive my comments for one reason or another. I don’t care to sing in a choir even if I agree with what I read. Or I think they are so far off base that I don’t feel an obligation to try changing their ways by typing in a little comment box for hours on end. Or some sites know that I agree with and appreciate their posts…opinions or alternative news… which very little beyond my coming back needs voicing. So unless I think that a webmaster has truly hit on a gem and requires encouragement or an “amen”, I just read and come back for more. That’s usually cool with them…and me.

If I didn’t get but one reader a month, I would still be hammering on these keys. Yes, it’s more about me than you. I want like hell for you to come along with me on this trip…but even if you don’t, I’m still going. It’s about conscience.


8 thoughts on “My Conscience…

  1. If a quark can zip through me like so much much empty space and hit nothing along the way, then from the quarks point of view I may nothing more than a hologram. That is, apparently solid from a distance but invisable up close like the inside of a cloud. Lots of people have a conscience but treat it as a pesky nuisance rather than something innate to be followed to extraordinary understanding.

  2. I highly doubt that you’ll be short of company Timster. I sincerely agree that once we make up our minds to speak out against evil and bear witness it’s a one way ticket. The genie can’t go back in the bottle and my tongue won’t stay in its cheek. I wouldn’t have it or you any other way.

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