Multiple Topics: One Poor Burdened Blog

Perhaps some of you, while scrolling down futher, will see a picture. They are a couple friends of mine, Karla Rove and Pygmaeus.

that's not what I'm here to talk about, I just wanted to introduce them to you, and have a nice time of it. So now they will be introduced and I will just ignore them.

What is the point of a shoe? Obviously we need shoes, or so we are told, or else we would step on sharp things and feel pain. But our ancestors stepped on sharp things and felt pain, and we are here. But we have evolved past that rock stepping age and moved into the stubbing toe on bedpost stage. Shoes work for both purposes.

And then we can talk about other things now. Shall I talk about water? Dihydrate oxide? Good stuff, not as poisonous as some nerds will have you think. Just water. H20. Very refreshing when you have a dry mouth.

And cell phones. We live for cell phones at times, because without cell phones we would never be able to reach people when we are away from home. That keeps people we know, including ourselves, from ever getting away. Another very useful thing in an age when privacy has become antiquated.

Moving along my list some more, I reach the word starving. Starving children in (insert poor nation/continent here) or simply the hungryish human being in a well off nation who hasn't gone to the kitchen for an hour to eat. Both are described with the same word, but the word has different connotations for different places. Almost all Americans will say they are starving at one point in their life, very few Americans die each day of starvation. We are more likely to kill ourselves, be killed by another human being accidentally or intentionally, or succomb to a fatal disease. Not many of us starve to death.

Okay, that should do me up for the random words and topics of the day. don't die folks, life is pretty sweet once you get used to the sour.
Roman Wolf

Questions of the Campfire

Greetings to the World, and all my Lobolians!!!=)

Is there something I want to talk about today, or not? I really can't say. How about we go back to the boy and his mom by the campfire, they're old pals of this blog and always useful in an emergency.

"Mommy? Why is the sky blue? Why do stars look like they twinkle down at us? How was I born?"

The little boy asked his mother, snuggling closer to her because he was young and very tired. It had been a long day for such a young boy, being out camping in the woods and asking these profound questions about life. His mother sighed, but was glad that her son was finally asking normal question for somebody his age. However, she did not know why the sky was blue, or why the stars twinkled. She did, however, know the answer to the third, but thought that the full description would scare him into nightmares.

"It hurt. I screamed, and then you started screaming too. At that moment, I loved you son."

Remarks on Democracy Part ??

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No, not Hindi. Want English. Looks cool though, quite different from Roman characters, but being the roman wolf that I am, I hardly could change myself to the Hindi Wolf on a dime.

I was reading down some earlier posts that I had written. One in May caught my eye. I was talking about the Libertarian Republican Candidate who had claimed that taxes only pay for cradle to grave care. I had countered his argument by talking about roads and "crumbling bridges", which nobody wants to drive on. I am from Minnesota. I know the bridge that had fallen, I went out to see where it went down, and I have driven over Minnesotan bridges since then. Sometimes you just gotta pay, or you pay more than just taxes. That is the essence of living in an interactive world. There is no escape from duties that must be done, and there shouldn't be. I don't mean that from any end of the political spectrum, I'll blast anyone who messes with what matters in life, and part of what matters is survival. We all want us, our ideas, our families to survive. Representative Democracy has given us common people our best chance ever. Not the best chance possible. One day a better chance will come. But at least we have the undisputable right to assemble peacably, at least we have the right to make our voices heard in this bright and talkative new age. At least we can decide a very little portion of who makes the decisions from above, so we can control a little more of our destinies. It took two thousand years to come from god-kings, monarchs, rich white man democracy, more monarchs, and finally the 18+ non felon voting rights of today. Two thousand years for women, for African Americans, for eighteen year olds to vote for who send them to war. In 4007, who knows. Maybe sufferage will truly be universal, stretching from planet to planet, all the worlds where mankind can find enough room to live peacefully side by side with one another. One day that may come. I cannot say that it will not, any more than Plato could have wondered about shadows in Mammoth Cave.

Roman Wolf

Greetings Lobolians!

I have returned from a long hiatus, but now you shall hear from me again. In the broad world, that has only recently been united in Internetwork, we consider many to be heroes. We even have a tv show called heroes and I think that show is totally awesome. But again, are we overdefining a term? Shouldn't the word hero, or heroine, be something truly reserved, truly special? What makes a person a hero? Is it doing something we wished we had the guts to do? According to Webster, a hero is a person of myth and legend, a person whose outstanding and amazing feats of strength set them apart from mere mortals. Also according to Webster, some synonyms are martyr, prize athlete, conquerer, victorious general? Who are the enemies todays heroic generals defeat? They defeat their weight, the collapse of a bridge, enemies we led into a country by invading it. We speak also of unsung heroes and seek to honor them, forgetting that to do is a paradox, and the truly unsung hero is known only to those that they save. Known only to the family that holds them to their hearts, even forgets sacrafices that they make ever day. Known only to the person that they save. I dedicate this blog to all those heroes, and heroines I cannot and shall not name. I respect the paradox, and so I will not speak much further of this matter. Know, Lobolians, that life demands heroes, but there isn't enough time in our days, in our years, to name them all. Name one for yourself everday, and maybe together we could name them all.

Roman Wolf