The Good Kind Of Trouble

Mohu posted something on Threads that made me snort and so I responded by saying he ought to include a fuller excerpt from Tehillim.

I kind of surprised myself by how fast I located this and tried to figure out if I just remembered it from an education long since passed or if I am good at research.

It is tied with well wishes for 45.

Been roaming around there and on Instagram because I felt like getting in the good kind of trouble which is to say the Jewhaters and their ilk have been getting a taste of someone who was once known as Jack on an IBS board.

Had someone try to tell me that Hezbollah is a group of good people fighting occupation and that I must be a good Nazi to believe as I do.

I rolled my eyes and responded to them and a dozen others not expecting those I who I was contending with to be swayed.

But you never know about the lurkers.

You never know who might be reading and sometimes I engage in these silly battles for their sake because some of those people might be moved.

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Went digging through the Internet Wayback machine through an old blog I once had publishing rights on to see if some of the posts I once published were still live. I think I might have found one or two.

Snorted when I saw someone refer to a swollen head and rednecks from Arkansas.

Some might say the latter isn’t getting into the good kind of trouble but the former most certainly is. Regardless I know I am good at getting into trouble however you define it.

One kiss and life is never the same now is it.

Posted A Video

Facebook engagement is way down so I posted a video to see what would come of things. Those usually get a bigger response and I wanted to try to ascertain if I have been shadow banned.

Can’t say I am flipped out by the idea or that I am totally ambivalent either. Sort of in between.

Probably because there is enough important stuff going on in my world to not get caught up in some nonsense.

That is one of the benefits of writing, if you put your honest thoughts upon the page you eventually get some clarity on how you feel about things.

The most important part is being honest with yourself so that you can figure it out. It is why I have advised some people to have a private blog or something similar where they can write without concern.

That is me in the photo above, all of five-years-old. The boy just above me in the right corner is my friend Glen. We met on the first day of kindergarten…50 years ago.

I talked to him this past Sunday and shook my head thinking about how close he is to retirement. He is less than six months older than me, but I always remind him he must be really old.

Got to say that if being really old meant I could retire sooner I might try it out for size.

The old man will be the first to tell you when I get a certain look on my face if I am about to get into trouble. That is the benefit of 50 years of friendship, you get to know a few things about people.

You get to say you know things and well, that is a pretty good thing…most of the time.