What grinds me about the gender question, is not that people are making unwise decisions. I am trying to get a "free scalpel" day going at my town's Little League season, for example, on just this issue.
We didn't start the fire, but I goddam hope I help make it not boring.
What grinds me, is people talk as if they are discovering the truth. I respect rights, no question, but, no one owns the truth. Humans always think they are discovering the truth. What they are actually discovering is technological potential.
Yes, you can affordably cut your balls off in the year of our lord 2023. I, personally, will buy the scalpel for you, if you catch me on "free scalpel day" during Little League season.
And I say, go go go.
Said the same thing at this one very strange day at the Arboreum Planting Fields in Long Island, around 1979. I dared the group to just put a sheet into the jar of orange slices and juice we brought. Set it in the sun, opened it for lunch. I took a decent slurp from the jar. It was like a gallon.
I looked on with pre-meme secret glee, as several friends took long gulps, and also piled some fruit slices into their mouths.
I find it comforting to know what's coming down the pike. I can usually get along with whatever it is, as long as I see it coming. Boy, talk about seeing it coming. A couple of my old friends, not sure if they ever completely returned.
Never gulp the acid. Unless you want to. No judgment, just saying. You gonna get way, way gone.
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go go go
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