By Mr. Schnell
In his sick, deranged, evil plot Putin wants a western nation to put boots on the ground and provide military assistance to Ukraine. That will give him the justification to escalate, of course, only in his currently ill and paranoid state of mind! Since the Soviet Union’s collapse his only obsession is to “reunify” and reestablish the USSR. To attain that goal, he bombs and destroys Ukraine, whose only “crime” is the geopolitical misfortune of bordering his broken-up, former USSR. Is this the bait a suicidal, short, balding, old, degenerate, has-been that Trump calls “a genius”, is using to draw the United States and the rest of the “unified” NATO member countries into nuclear war???
Looks that way, at least to me!
These last 7-8 days have been so damn depressing. The previous three years the world dealt with the Covid fiasco, daily dismal, worldwide climate change floods, hurricanes and tornados and now this potential World War III nuclear nightmare scenario!????!!!?
I was watching a news report of a young women fleeing the bombing in eastern Ukraine. She reached the western border and was interviewed by a reporter. She spoke of the killings, the rockets, the planes, and the bombings. In tears she looked upward and said words to the effect that she will never see a clear, blue, peaceful sky and take it for granted: EVER AGAIN! This poor kid! Her sad, choked up, emotional words … the shaking, frightened demeanor … all evidence she had seen, experienced and escaped hell. For now!
I have always been a tree hugger type of guy. When people tell me they need a vacation and take off for Europe or the Bahamas … that is not what a vacation is for me. That is not my escape. I head for seclusion … the woods. Peace, quiet, nature, and unique, short lived, fleeting, scenic skies. I would later return to the rat race, the man-made world, recharged. In short time, however, I wore down and couldn’t wait to get away again. The recharge wasn’t lasting long enough. It got shorter. I finally retired (September 2018). I was praying for at least 5 years of peace, quiet and avoiding people, their nonsense and their contrived urgency.
Then Covid hit in December 2019. So did a return of man’s nonsense and contrived urgencies. (I tried avoiding but you can’t…people are everywhere).
The wife and I isolated, wore masks, and social distanced. Sold everything and moved out of a politically red state to a blue state; far north and far east. Got a new house and bought a small piece of land to fulfill my goal of being able to carry in/carry out camp, camp, and camp some more. I never took the outdoors for granted and cherish every minute I am privileged to be surrounded by it.
Go home, see the wife, shower, resupply, see if she wants to camp (“No? Okay. See you in a couple days.”) then head back to the Wolf Pup, sitting in a field I now call Wolf Pup Meadow.
No more haircuts, no more work schedules, no more petty people nonsense.
I want to give a shout out to my blogger buddy in England, Schnark.
Schnark plays the mandolin and it would be great to have him strumming out some chords while we share a great campfire and watch a gorgeous sky with its ever-changing clouds, colors, and picturesque beauty.
Schnark anytime you are in the area stop by! (I don’t know how to sail but my cartoon persona does.)
Since Putin’s Insanity has the world hostage I have decided to live vicariously through my cartoon characters in their peaceful and sane cartoon world.
There are no nukes here and no petty human contrived urgencies.
May there be renewed freedom and peace on earth. Good night all and may tomorrow bring a better day. Glory to Ukraine.
There are no nukes here and no contrived urgencies