My Thoughts
Why? It is a simple question—really it is—three letters and a squiggly line. How much simpler can it get? And yet, no matter how many times you ask, you never seem to get a direct, honest, or heaven forbid, a straightforward answer. But being the cantankerous old curmudgeon that I have grown to resemble and though you may call me crazy, I will dare ask anyway: Why? Why won’t somebody, anybody, no one in particular explain to me why we have of a sudden turned into simpering wimps, wusses, milksops, and lemmings, too afraid (or are we just too stupid?) to say what is on our minds or to behave as if we once had brains but somewhere along the way have either relocated them somewhere dark south of the bulging beltline, cluelessly lost them like sleepy Jo Peep, or have forgotten how to use such a cleverly disguised instrument?
Not that many care to think beyond the next happy meal or puerile moronic sitcom displayed on their 60 inch plasma smart 5G-HDTV[1], but for the few who care not a twig or twaddle for the inane, there is always Aristotle who once exercised his fingers and a feathered quill to suggest that “it would be absurd to try to prove [the obvious]; for it is obvious that there are many things of this kind, and to prove what is obvious by what is not is the mark of a man who is unable to distinguish what is self-evident from what is not.”[2] Got that? I doubt it. For most, it likely slid by like a glassy-eyed dead fish even a starving stray cat would best ignore.
It used to be said, “Ask a stupid question, expect a stupid answer,” and that is as true today as it was when it used to be. But lately that question fails to pass the mustard because you are just as likely to be passed a pickle in mask, disguised as pickled herring. Ask a question, expect a cute puppy or a nonplussed quisling passing coded messages without a cipher. The truth is Aristotle was wrong when he wrote that “All men by nature desire to know.”[3] Fortunately, he did not live long enough to know how dreadfully wrong he was. Man, by all indications, is by nature, completely comfortable wallowing in a self-made sty of ignorance, except for the latest bandied bantered sport statistics on the ever-so-aptly dubbed boob-toob.
So, why was Aristotle so dreadfully wrong? Why is it no one finds a need to question, to demand rational and provable answers to the obvious absurdities that surround us? Why is it we are so smugly satisfied as to attempt to prove the self-evident by what is not? It buggers the mind, does it not, that our minds have turned to tommyrot? Curiosity may have killed the cat, that much is obvious; obviously it also killed a large swath of the population at the same time, or it did not, now that is a question.
Two why’s to end the game. Why two weeks to slow the spread now 5-6 months ongoing; still the self-anointed “experts” try to convince the obvious increases are really, really not? Why a sudden spike of 600,000 votes within a 30-minute window (596,800 Biden, 3,200 Trump) is not a question to be asked and answered? No issue here folks, keep on moving, nothing to see here, nothing obvious, nothing self-evident.
So, call me a cantankerous curmudgeon, call me an idiot, call me crazy, but do not ever tell me to shut up and accept the obvious for what it is not. My mind is in its proper place and I, for one, demand to know the truth. Wake up America.
Just my thoughts for a Wednesday, for what it is worth.
[1] 5G-HDTV: 5 Grumpy Humpty Dumptys Trading Votes.
[2] Aristotle, “The Basic Works of Aristotle: Physica (Physics)” edited by Richard McKeon, (New York, The Modern Library, 2001; orig. Random House, Inc., 1941), 237.
[3] Aristotle, “The Basic Works of Aristotle: Metaphysica (Metaphysics)” edited by Richard McKeon, (New York, The Modern Library, 2001; orig. Random House, Inc., 1941), 689.
