It’s consistently warm now. Summer is unofficially here on the Gulf Coast. The bugs are back. The latest generation is hungrier, more annoying than ever.
Twisted logic becomes more twisted everyday. The latest version more twisted than the last. Your nose assaulted the end of my fist. Your parked car collided with mine. The Civil War, was taught in the South, as Wars of Northern Aggression.
Events interpreted to fit agendas; portrayed one group of humans as less than human; shirked responsibilities. Then it became more complicated. Well maybe your ancestors did things that should never have been? Maybe they did? Maybe they didn’t?
If that were true–which ancestors should I blame? Since I’m part English, Irish, German, Austrian, Dutch, and Native American. Native Americans drew the shortest straw–in my opinion. As far as I’m concerned, it’s either all or none.
Generations past wouldn’t understand any of this. I have no right to judge them in the twenty-first century. They were smarter than given credit for–lived through both World Wars. Most of us wouldn’t have the gumption to endure their hardships.
Are humans more important in the broad scheme of the universe than mere insects? Somehow, I doubt it. There are a lot more insects on this planet than humans. I need more insect repellant.