An Open "Parable"........

......to two of my Favorite Peoples, who, although I Know they've had extensive firearms training, can't seem to pull the trigger.......even though it's quite evident that they Love each other.........

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie: she accepts: they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again, they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car.

To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself:
Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinking; Gosh, six months.


And Elaine is thinking: but hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward…. I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking; So, that means it was….let’s see.. February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means.. let me check the odometer..Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even before I sensed it, that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I’m going to have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600. ….


And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty..scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their……



“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

What? says Roger, startled.

Please don’t torture yourself like this, she says, here eyes beginning to brim with tears, “Maybe I should never have…Oh God, I feel so.. (she breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that.. it’s that I.. I need some time,” Elaine says.

There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.

“YES” HE SAYS.

Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand. “Oh Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Roger.

“That way about time,” says Elaine.

“Oh”, says Roger. “Yes.”

Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.

“Thank you Roger,” she says.

“Thank you” says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn.

When Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turn on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand that, and so, he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s will pause just before serving, frown, and say, “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.

So.......Just Get Friggin' Married Already !!!
Dragn and I need a road trip, and Chicago is always fun.......

*NOTE: No former or current Federal Officers were injured or embarassed during the posting of this parable*

VIA

More Amerind philosophy........

What do you hear?

A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan.

It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening.

Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket."

His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"

"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket."

"That's crazy," said the friend.

The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.

"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have super-human ears!"

"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for."

"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear a cricket in this noise."

"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.

"See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all depends on what's important to you."

Back to being abnormal.......

An interesting letter in the Australian Shooter Magazine this week........ which I quote:

”If you consider that there has been an average of 160,000 troops in the Iraq theater of operations during the past 22 months, and a total of 2112 deaths, that gives a firearm death rate of 60 per 100,000 soldiers.

The firearm death rate in Washington, DC is 80.6 per 100,000 for the same period.

That means you are about 25 per cent more likely to be shot and killed in the US capital, which has some of the strictest gun control laws in the US, than you are in Iraq.”

Conclusion: The US should pull out of Washington..............

Anti Health Care in MY Home Town.....

Finally some excitement in my sleepy little, "safest town in America"........

From the AP......

THOUSAND OAKS, Calif. – California authorities say a clash between opponents and supporters of health care reform ended with one man biting off another man's finger.

Ventura County Sheriff's Capt. Frank O'Hanlon says about 100 people demonstrating in favor of health care reforms rallied Wednesday night on a street corner. One protester walked across the street to confront about 25 counter-demonstrators.

O'Hanlon says the man got into an argument and fist fight, during which he bit off the left pinky of a 65-year-old man who opposed health care reform.

A hospital spokeswoman says the man lost half the finger, but doctors reattached it and he was sent home the same night.

She says he had Medicare. *Now THAT is Irony*

O'Hanlon says the attacker fled but authorities have a good description.

Heh.......So do I.....

If I make a Citizen's Arrest...*Please G-d*.....he'll be turned in with all of his fingers still attached.

*I didn't say not broken......*
Wollf

WE are the "terrorists"??????
Nincompoops.

Pic Dump time.......

The old computation device is filling up, so I have to clear space.....mostly pics and photos that I've downloaded because they strike me funny, odd, adorable or sometimes....even thoughtful and poignant....

We've all heard the old phrase about the elephant....it's much more important to ignore the RINO in the room....or at least what he's saying.......

Do you ever feel like you were born on the wrong planet? I sure do.......

Something I hear around the Lair all too often...not really, the Cubs are indeed a handful of Cubbish mischief.......Thanks Dragn for Loving them......

Beware the attack of the Zombie Kittehs!!!!!

"I am so glad that I am not a poodle", says Uber....."I'd eat your toes in your sleep if you ever embarassed me like this....."

There.....more to come, and then I'll get back to that Amerind story that I was touting......srsly
Wollf

In case you're wondering.........

......about the huge "Station" fire in SoCal.....this is a quick time lapse of last evening's view across the valley.


I stole it from ROSE
Wow......

If they say evacuate.....please do, I can't afford any loss of readership.
Wollf