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”