PROPER INSULATION

One of the things that gives me immense pleasure is that the overwhelming majority of people whom I count as friends, both real world and on the web, are good and kind people.
On the right side, as far as ethics, morals, and sympathies. Sure, a number of them are somewhat goofy by my standards, but they're folks I can trust to do the right thing.

It is quite unlikely that most of this country's Christians can say the same.
Fortunately I do not know very many such people.

Many are more literate than I am.
Christians, again, not.


This is something that came to mind while outside walking with my pipe twenty minutes ago, when I saw a rude statement scrawled on a wall, with two (!) mispellings lined through, and corrected in different handwriting. Obviously someone with greater literacy than the original graffitist had passed by and taken exception to 'f*ck donold trunp'. It's 'f*ck donald trump'. With an 'a' and an 'm'. Please spell it correctly, so that the sentiment hits the target.
That's very important! F*ck donald trump.

It's been over ten years since I cut a local litigator out of my list of friends and associates. I'm still glad I did so. Along with a cat-loving neurotic Karen, he was a real piece of work. There are in fact a number of people whom I do not associate with anymore, and several others whom I would wish to be quite rid of also, except that I encounter them at work.

Neither the local litigator nor the cat-loving neurotic were good and kind.
Both of them were absolute self-absorbed pissants.
And remarkably Christian.
Though Jewish.


I cannot myself claim to be particularely good or kind. Or Christian. Like my late mother of blessed memory I too harbour resentment and enmity for years, often very intensely.
Nowadays it's mostly directed at truly reprehensible people.
So I've improved over time.


By the way: that walk with a pipe, first smoke of the day, proved truly enjoyable. The tobacco was Cornell & Diehl's Carolina Red Flake with Perique, in a Charatan zulu from decades ago, before British pipe making largely went to hell.
It's time for more coffee.



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