The Native Iowan

I am sitting in my big chilly house on a chilly Saturday morning ruminating upon the blewz, the newz of the past week. My mind goes in several directions noting this past week offered us more mindless violence, with the expected insane affirmations from the loony liberal left side of the spectrum… yea right, the cold blooded gunning down of a young jewish couple in DC was, as I heard reported, “The greatest antZionist statement”.

Mind boggling.

The level of angst and uncontrolled emotions in the USofA, worldwide, is at a fevered pitch. I feel, see, hear the fear that people have.

I believe it’s The Fear Of The Trolls sorta thing. A fear unfounded and unreal but still forcing young Mike to run with all his might over a bridge… To lie in bed, worrying over tomorrow, and the Troll under the bridge.

When I was a kid I believed that there was something malevolent under bridges and in drains. My child’s mind called them “trolls”. Pictured them a loathsome, flesh eating, vile beasts. I couldn’t cross a bridge without breaking into a sweat. Could not go near a big drain for fear of the Troll.

Today I know a troll to be something different…
… “a troll is a person who says and does deliberately offensive or provocative things, or who antagonises others to create disruption, profit and amusement for themselves”.

1st: Real or perceived, Fear is real.

2nd: Once you figure your Fear out, come to terms with your Fear, its no longer a “thing”.

So why are we afraid of The Trolls?

Not all are malevolent. Some are just playful. Most die in the light of day. Like a good rumour, when you shine a light on it, well it just aint that frightening anymore.

But when the lights are dim and the shadows are long… it do all get scary pretty quick.

I consider DJTrump to be a master Troll. He has the ability to make people lose sleep over him. To very much make people hysterical, insensible. I have written about folks near and dear to me who lose control of their intellect when DJTrump’s name is mentioned… I mentioned a dear old friend who, just recently called me for a chat. I like and welcome old friends calling me. I routinely spend a couple hours a week having long talks about nothing.

So my buddy rings and in the very early part of the conversation says “… YOUR guy Trump in the US is sure fucking things up…”.

I answer by asking if the past 4years under Biden were better, and if so, how were they better?

“No, No, No… no politics please…” is the reply I get. We talk for over an hour and every so often he says something about the US/Trump, and when I try to rebut, offer my opinion, I get the “no politics” by-line.

So I delve deeper. Patiently lie in wait, like the Troll… When my buddy (a life long conservationist/ activist) goes into the glow-ball warming dance act, starts discussing the end of the world as we know it “soon”, I double down. I note the fact that the big Green Hydrogen thing here in Aus was a massive scam where mega-bucks of public funds got divvied up by crooks in green’s clothing. And after over a decade of waste and misuse of public funds, we are no closer to an alternative to the nasty, deadly CO2 fuels that keep the lights on.

World wide I perceive the Glow-Ball warming scam losing its heat.

My buddy and I share a rather prominent old friend from those long ago “pre Phd” days… our mutual buddy is a modern day GLOW-BALL WARMING guru. He jets around the world. Is some sort of ambassador for the Greens. Goes to Davos, makes mega bucks, and in my mind is corrupt as sin. I believe he sold out. Plain n simple. He accepts payment for purveying a party line. Kind’a makes him a prostitute in my books.

Our mutual friend has not spoken to me for a long time, we lost touch with each other a long time ago, but my buddy on the phone is still close with our highflying, world saving old friend, and does not like me disagreeing with him when he says “he’s doing a great job, is a great guy”… I can only almost agree on half of that statement.

So I troll a bit deeper…

But I cant go too deep. My buddy on the phone is fragile, has his limitations. He has well deserved reputation for getting angry. I dont want that. Its not a discussion if we get angry. So I probe gently… compassionately.

I speak of what I read and understand. I offered one of my articles to clarify a point (he didn’t look at it) and we carry on.

I learn that there is very little foundation for my buddy’s fears, he is speaking of his fears of something unseen, but he clings to them like a life raft in a storm. I can’t help him, troll him too much.

Or such is my opinion.

I could be completely delusional. Often am…

And the beat goes on…

More later