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Tuesday. Late April. Kincaide is sitting at 1533k at this point, that slow grind because I want this to read slow so I have to take my time writing it.

Meanwhile, other projects flow in the background. Third Harri is started. Fourth Derylth (No, I have no idea why) popped up over the weekend and I’m a good chunk into it on the phone.

Humor generally better, but largely ignoring the interwebs today. Too many people in foul moods swinging live cats around. (Dead cats don’t lead with claws out.)

Too many other people asking why we can’t just get along, when there are some hurtful, malicious folks out there, pretending to be ignorant.

I always tell folks that they can push me backwards off the table, but lots of ijits don’t grasp that. Until it’s too late, anyway.

I will argue with you in good faith, if I think I can convince you and get you to change your mind. At some point however, recalcitrance sets in and mules digs hooves. Start swinging live cats. Or edges weapons.

I won’t stay around if I expect you to slam a [metaphorical, usually] knife into my kidneys when I’m not looking. And hurt dogs howl, so I listen to the words that come out of folks mouths when they get angry.

In vino, veritas works just as well for rage. Folks forget which set of lies they’ve been speaking and the truth comes out.

The truth always comes out.

But I won’t fight you at that point. Won’t raise my voice.

Will walk. Won’t look back.

Couple of folks out there won’t even notice I left, but they don’t know me at all. Just happened to be folks I previously found interesting, until I happened to be in the room when they went off on a rampage. Racist. Sexist. Homophobic. Don’t really care why you decided to show your whole ass to the internet.

Am paying attention. Don’t have time for your bullshit or your swinging blades.

Because you are supposed to be an adult. So either you aren’t, or this is what you think is acceptable behavior.

No. But thank you for playing. And best of luck at whatever. I’ll be off enjoying myself someplace that doesn’t involved children like you throwing tantrums.

The rest of you might draw lessons from my experiences. Might remember folks that you haven’t seen in a while and suspect that they found your behavior questionable.

How are you working to make yourself a better person?

shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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