“...simple things”


Pride is a blessing and a demon all at the same time. Where to place its grace, and knowing when it’s better swallowed. Ah, the dance we step to avoid the notion of embarrassment. Confused with honor, we make a mess of everything around us. Mistaken for respect, we acknowledge the meaningless. Properly displayed, it galvianizes the masses in a unified purpose. In its absence, insecurity takes the stage. 


  “...bursting from within” 



Rewards for the efforts we make swell us with the sense of accomplishment. Checkpoints for the tireless work put into the beliefs we hold dear. Laying the foundation for the life of your children, and seeing them build themselves to a person you’re proud to know.  


  “...believing in hope” 


Accepting the obvious takes only a fools perspective. Believing in the idea of a better tomorrow requires courage, sprinkled with optimism and hope. Today arrived from the optimistic visions of someone else’s today. It wasn’t planned out to happen over hundreds of thousands of years to a specific target. Life just evolves to sustain itself. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. 








   “...rolling thunder”

   “...imminent front”


   “...change delivery”


   “...tasty vittles”


Being a son of the South, I love basking in the cultural nuances and traditions. It’s not all about slavery and racism, you realize we didn’t invent either of those social scars. Honor and hospitality are the codes for those of us, who love their mommas and appreciate the respect aligned with embracing something beyond yourself. Satisfaction is an accomplishment, not a transient disposition. We all live to a certain capacity, southerners assess life with a differing intensity. The journey does matter to the outcome. 




I’m very much reminded of the capabilities of the human condition run amuck this past week. Yet again, we revisit the entire concept of human rights, and a single society’s right to express their freedoms with possession of arms for the illusion of self defense. Murder is the byproduct, whenever justice is held at bay from mandated civility in deciding whose death was an accident, and whose was intentional. Emotional disposition isn’t a box to be checked, whenever you go to buy a weapon, just as long as you’ve never been convicted of the subjective idea of a felony. All those, whose lives were extinguished, will never debate the rationale of why so many guns. They lie silently in the grave from the illegitimate notion, it’s a human right to bear those arms for freedom...


  “...beers, wings, dumpster, birthday’s” 



  #southern pride