Everyone is afraid of something, like perhaps spiders or snakes . . . or spinach on you plate. These are little fears, so what about the big ones? That varies from person to person, and is dependent on various situations and circumstances. I don't have to worry about going out in public in small town American, but that can change with a move to the city. But I don't worry so much about the things that can physically hurt me, not even death. But taxes worry me, and I have to deal with that all the time . . . and that makes it a constant worry. You can't spend money and avoid tax, and you can't earn money without it, and you can't even spend money on something (like a house) a not have to worry about it. Government taxes what you earn, when you spend it, and even what you spent the money on. And, since we live in a federal system, several governments get a shot at you. I worry about the cost of living but no longer in amazement. Everything costs too much, but at least I understand why. I worry about getting sick or injured because of the costs involved. If you think health care costs in America are fair, what you need is a good dose of the system. Have a heart attack, and then be amazed when the bills start pouring in for open heart surgery. If seeing bills that amount to half a million dollars get your attention, you've gone one coming. I knew a man who's cancer treatment exceeded three million dollars, and he lost a ranch over it. The thing is, none of that strikes fear into my heart anymore. What it does is piss me off . . . big time. Better to be pissed off than fearful.
Tis better to be pissed off than pissed on, and everyone out there trying to make you fearful is actually trying to piss on you. Our news services, the press, constantly feeds you a line of bullshit about how some foreign invasion is going to consume you. Idiot politicians want you fearful, as does perhaps your teacher or preacher or your health care specialists. Some fear is good, but too much of it, especially when it's displaced, is stupid. So, I go to the hardware store and run across some redneck with a pistol strapped on his side like I'm living in the wild west again . . . because Bozo Billy Bob has been watching Fox News and thinks ISIS is in the parking lot. Churches fill up on Sundays with people terrified they'll die and go to Hell if they don't praise the Lord . . . and drop a few bucks in the collection plate. And, we just elected the Bozo of all time to the presidency in this country because . . . we were afraid of all the spooks and goblins. Makes me ponder the question: Just how stupid can fear make people?
I'm tired of living around frightened people because fear makes them stupid. I can see being afraid of a poisonous snake, but I cannot see how some poor Mexican looking for a job is going to hurt me. Oh, wait, that's not just a Mexican looking for a job, he's a criminal or a dope dealer. Uh, so? Like we don't already have plenty of them here already? But that dope destroys minds. Uh, like we've got a lot of great minds up here to be destroyed? If the dumbasses had a functioning mind, they wouldn't be buying the damn dope to start with. So, I can see the harm in some drugs, but we drink shitloads of booze here, one of the worst drugs of all . . . and it's legal. It's even revered. And you're worried about somebody puffing weed? Are you nuts, or maybe bat shit crazy? When's the last time you saw a crazed ISIS warrior running down the street with an automatic rifle? No, you can't count the guy you saw at the mall wearing middle eastern clothing. He might've been born here, like so many of your ancestors were. Here's a little story for all you ain't we wonderful people. A town here in Texas ended up with lots of Vietnamese people, and the good authorities of that town found a way to zone them off in once section of town. And in time schools were built there so the Vietnamese kids wouldn't be crowding into the regular schools . . . you know, the ones where local kids went to school. The Vietnamese village schools not only excelled, they won all the awards for excellence, sent more kids to college on academic scholarships than any school district in the state. So, how do you like them apples, all you frightened people?
So, here I sit, an old man now and not afraid of much. I'll still step around a poisonous snake, and little old ladies driving big SUVs in a parking lot concern me . . . but I'm not afraid of some foreign invasion. Nothing much scares me now because I'm pissed off, and the thing that pisses me off more than anything else is - you, the frightened American. Fearful and dumb and carrying a gun? Holy Shit! I should be scared to death.
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