Ride Like the Wind
25/05/18 07:36
I'm looking for just the right music this morning. I need to get in the mood as it were. It's not enough that the NY City police department is booking Harvey Weinstein today. It's not enough that Evan seems disinterested in the bagel sandwiches I'm bringing around these days and it's not enough that Nancy is talking about giving CBD oil a try. Can you blame a girl for wanting to try? I think this O'Jays music isn't cutting it either. Writing on an empty stomach can be taxing too but I'm not wanting to walk away without at least getting a good head start on this journal business.
And now, Morgan Freeman is being accused of this and that by various women? Where does this end? You say he rubbed a woman's shoulders? Oh, and it was unwanted and it made her feel uncomfortable? Let me go out on a limb right here and say without hesitation that Morgan Freeman is no Bill Cosby. What kind of prison sentence do you give to someone who caresses a woman's shoulders without an invitation? Oh, the things he did with his eyes! He practically undressed me! Why you poor little fucking snowflakes. Get over yourselves! Walk away. Just walk away.
At what point does this become frivolous and intolerable? When do we men get to fight back? When do we get to stand up for our rights and say enough is enough? It's bad enough that the #BLACKLIVESMATTER types want to eradicate any and all vestiges of historical significance when it comes to our male caucasian culture. I think we need a million man march on Washington and the sooner the better. We won't be wearing pussy hats and carrying pitchforks but we will be there with our balls intact and our testerone raging. Whether or not anyone is paying attention is another matter. If we can't beat our collective chests then who will?
I really shouldn't let another season go by without getting our driveway repaved. I can live with a crack here and there, oil stains galore, chunks of asphalt missing from the end of the driveway and gone god only knows where, and red ant hives that appear and disappear with the passing of seasons. If I could fix it with a hammer and saw, I surely would. I look at other driveways while biking and have noticed that some are seemingly better than others and some without asphalt are surprisingly nice looking.
And then there are those asphalt driveways that are partially paved with brick like stones placed at the end of the driveway where the driveway meets the road. I asked the only paving expert I know, who goes by the name of Willie, and he seemed to suggest that those brick-like stones at the end of the driveway are for the most part cosmetic. All the same, they seem to change up the appearance of what has become perhaps all too traditional when it comes to the standard driveway. I'm good with that.
Speaking of biking, it's going pretty well. I've biked most days so far this month and every time I ride I build up a little more endurance. I can feel it in my legs, in my arms, and if there is such a thing as muscle memory, it's like an old friend coming back to pay a visit after a long and unforgivable absence. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that Nancy has been riding infrequently if not at all? Seems she has some issues to work out first so we'll see how that goes. I'm not sure I would be quick to admit this to her but I don't miss her companionship on our rides. We don't really ride side by side and we never chit chat when we do since it is distracting to me and somewhat takes the pleasure out of the ride we're on. Them is just the facts, ma'am.
And now, Morgan Freeman is being accused of this and that by various women? Where does this end? You say he rubbed a woman's shoulders? Oh, and it was unwanted and it made her feel uncomfortable? Let me go out on a limb right here and say without hesitation that Morgan Freeman is no Bill Cosby. What kind of prison sentence do you give to someone who caresses a woman's shoulders without an invitation? Oh, the things he did with his eyes! He practically undressed me! Why you poor little fucking snowflakes. Get over yourselves! Walk away. Just walk away.
At what point does this become frivolous and intolerable? When do we men get to fight back? When do we get to stand up for our rights and say enough is enough? It's bad enough that the #BLACKLIVESMATTER types want to eradicate any and all vestiges of historical significance when it comes to our male caucasian culture. I think we need a million man march on Washington and the sooner the better. We won't be wearing pussy hats and carrying pitchforks but we will be there with our balls intact and our testerone raging. Whether or not anyone is paying attention is another matter. If we can't beat our collective chests then who will?
I really shouldn't let another season go by without getting our driveway repaved. I can live with a crack here and there, oil stains galore, chunks of asphalt missing from the end of the driveway and gone god only knows where, and red ant hives that appear and disappear with the passing of seasons. If I could fix it with a hammer and saw, I surely would. I look at other driveways while biking and have noticed that some are seemingly better than others and some without asphalt are surprisingly nice looking.
And then there are those asphalt driveways that are partially paved with brick like stones placed at the end of the driveway where the driveway meets the road. I asked the only paving expert I know, who goes by the name of Willie, and he seemed to suggest that those brick-like stones at the end of the driveway are for the most part cosmetic. All the same, they seem to change up the appearance of what has become perhaps all too traditional when it comes to the standard driveway. I'm good with that.
Speaking of biking, it's going pretty well. I've biked most days so far this month and every time I ride I build up a little more endurance. I can feel it in my legs, in my arms, and if there is such a thing as muscle memory, it's like an old friend coming back to pay a visit after a long and unforgivable absence. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that Nancy has been riding infrequently if not at all? Seems she has some issues to work out first so we'll see how that goes. I'm not sure I would be quick to admit this to her but I don't miss her companionship on our rides. We don't really ride side by side and we never chit chat when we do since it is distracting to me and somewhat takes the pleasure out of the ride we're on. Them is just the facts, ma'am.