I Think, therefore I Need To

Anybody that knows anything extraordinary is either nuts, crazy, or insane.

I have heard that once, a long, long time ago, a certain Revolutionist did agree to be interviewed by someone from the City, and was first off asked, “We all understand what other professionals are, like doctors, lawyers, soldiers, by ‘what they do,’ but what you are often called confuses me, just what does being a ‘Real Revolutionist’ entail?”  And just before our Insurgent apparently “came to his senses” and “walked off,” he thought, “Being a Real Revolutionist is simply doing what I do.” (A totally unacceptable definition, and totally telling at that.)

Damn! Oh, okay, just one more: 

“I think, therefore I NEED to think.”

I once heard it said that “Books are the children of the brain,” and if so, then in the Cities, literary illegitimacy must be on the roll-of-the-century, (running better than rampant2).

If bullets and fears are death-by-the-pound,
then boredom and fear are destruction-by-ounces.

And the motto for the rest of this year, at least: 

“If it ain’t fixed don't break it.”

J.