I have no morals, or so I'm told

"It must be easy, not having any rules." I think I've heard this phrase in the past, but recently it stung more. Where do I begin? No really, I just don't know. I've thought it over, but this cognac isn't helping. Maybe I'll listen to Rage Against the Machine and pick up something really heavy. Nope. Nothing. Clueless. Let's just move on then.

Have thick skin, that's all I can say. Insults will come, and even threats, but it's the ignorance that hurts. Not a stinging pain, but soreness. It's like you just dragged a Cadillac up a sand dune for the fifth time today, and someone asks if it's heavy, and then they pull the parking brake. The advice I take here, be like Marvelous Marvin Hagler. Marvelous Marvin, for those of you not infatuated with the sweet science, was/is a Boxer. He was famous for training harder than anyone else. For hours every winter morning, he would run long stretches on the beach in combat boots. Then, he would run all the way back, backwards. Practice that. We don't just make progress moving forwards. We have to take a few steps back now and then. We do however, need to be prepared, but not aggressive.

The Us vs Them mentality is the most destructive thought pattern in human history. Avoid it. You may find that you're put in it regularly, but you just bob and weave.  The struggle isn't to show our differences, it's opening peoples eyes to how close we are. In the meantime, deep breaths, and keep your jets cool.

Tapadh leibh

Owen