Can’t bear to open my eyes to the extent of the perfidy. The me of this site. At 60 I desperately want to believe in goodness.

I wanted so much to get away from politics. Shades of Godfather 3. I keep getting drawn back in. I’m working on a big new post at the other site. Could take me a couple of days because it’s SO big.

Maybe I’m just kidding myself. Ultimately, there’s a reason why some are deerhounds, seeming dumb but somehow dangerous. You know. The concept of the elemental, ancient, and savage.

My plan had been a post here about azaleas. Now I’m back to Raebert at his most unpredictable, meaning, of course, at his most predictable. I don’t want to be. But I’m still that guy. Forgive me.

Problem is, I know exactly what’s going on, what’s wrong, and how wrong it is.

At one level it’s idiotically simple. But people never believe simple. They want subtle, complex, and sophisticated. The people who understand the wisdom of idiotically simple will know ahead of time what I’m working on. The people who need sophisticated, clever, and slick will have to wait. That takes time. Even for idiot deerhounds.

I hate it when he gets like this.

But I still have to be the other guy. Somebody has to.

Somebody tweaked me, not wholly unfairly: Don’t Close Your Eyes. Out of context but not out of the ballpark. Well, not altogether anyway. I’m a fan of Keith Whitley. Elemental, savage, and doomed. Affinity is destiny. In some respects. Then again, there’s always hope. The more things stay the same, the more we triumph. Not everyone gets saved, but life has always been a fatal proposition. And, you know, if you can’t believe in God, how can you possibly believe in breasts?

Sorry. I guess that would be one more vulgar Scottish philosophical observation. Not Kantian at all. The Germans and the Russians have done so much to advance philosophy. Marxism. Nazism. Objectivism. I prefer to believe in breasts. Which I try to keep in check by believing first and foremost in Christianity. Although a hand on a female breast is the closest any of us males ever get to God.

Why my eyes remain closed.

Until Shane returns tomorrow or the next day. At the other site.