Fertilizer and Other Niceties

I am not a nice person.

This has been pointed out to me over the years by various imbeciles and morons, though I can't remember a specific name or group. It has been said that I am insensitive, stubborn, and pig-headed. I agree.

You see, I am following the time-honored tradition of political pundits everywhere. I am expressing my opinions whether anyone wants to hear them or not. If you are reading this, and you aren't new to this blog, then you have at least resigned yourself to the (somewhat) painless fate of reading my arrogant self-expression.

My heros are not famous cowboys or legendary warriors. They are men who made a difference in this great nation, like Andrew Jackson, Teddy Roosevelt, or Larry Flint's attorney. I love this country, with all of her flaws and foibles. I love the process by which we elect our leaders, and I enjoy scrutinizing them until they break. If we can't keep them honest, we may as well keep them guessing.

I even enjoy when some idiot misunderstands my intent, and assumes that I will agree with some extremist idea or another. I love to squash a foolish premise or step on a bad argument.

I love being a citizen soldier. I would not be the man that I am today without the experiences that I have had in the National Guard. I have seen the best and the worst in myself and my fellow man.

For all of her imperfections, I love America, and all of her sons and daughters. This is why I spew my home-spun solutions in hopes that someone will someday take action on one issue or another. We are a unique experiment gone wild, and I hope and pray that, as a nation, we continue to evolve in interesting and radical ways.

As for my insensitivities, my pig-headedness, and my stubborness, live with it. What is the point of having an opinion if I don't believe that it is right?