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Today I am thankful for the realization that I'm slacking off. 


I've been busy cleaning up my life and habitat. 

Maybe I'm focusing on the wrong things. 


Not ONE of my friends has received the extremist Facebook warning after leaving a comment for me. 

I don't get one from any of them. 




Crap - I'm upset!  


I'm a libertarian, 

gun nut, 

pagan who worships Ares, 

even a hypnotist.


I've been told that I'm on a government watch list. 

I'm proud of my obnoxiousness. 

I even spent yesterday in Wyoming watching fireworks and getting pro-gun bumper stickers, saddle blankets, and all sorts of stuff to remind me of my western upbringing.  

I don't feel like an extremist in Cheyenne. 

I'm only an extremist in Denver. 

Do you know why? 

The definition of extremist has been morphed.  It now means 'any person who disagrees with the majority group in power.' 

Since communist-type liberals have taken over the capitol in Colorado,  I'm an extremist. 

It won't last.  Political trends change with the tides.  Now, the socialists hate people like me. 

Tomorrow, the conservative peeping-Toms will hate me. 

Such is the life of a libertarian. 

Besides, I think many politicians hate me because I know they created this housing crisis that had left scores homeless. 

They don't want to look at how their housing codes led to this mess. 

It's so much easier to blame homeless folks. 

Right now, I'm busying myself trying to get them off the street.  I can only do one person at a time. 

The government can churn out poverty at an exponential rate. 

It's a losing battle. 

When people ask why, all I can think about is the Starfish story. 

'




But still

I'm a little upset. 

Facebook....

[sniffle] 

hurt my feelings.  

If you know me, one of my favorite sayings is 

'there is no such thing as failure, only feedback.'

In its own sick way, I guess one could say that Facebook is inspiring my extremism - and possibly the extremism of countless others, 

Sigh.. 

I've better get back to work. 

Love ya, 

S. 



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