Because it really is personal…


I would call us Tooterites.

Have you ever felt like getting away from it all? I don’t mean taking a vacation to the beach, either. I mean…finding a chunk of land, building a big fence around with and hanging signs on the gate telling everyone you’re an absolute misanthrope and go the hell away. Because there’s dogs and guns and assorted damage causing devices that will be employed if they do not go away.

Mostly, I am ok with people, one at a time. I heard a saying “No one of us is as stupid as all of us.” talking about mob mentality and how a perfectly reasonable person, on their own, is just fine but you get a bunch of people together along with one or two people who know the right words and a whole bunch of shit can get stirred up and suddenly the bunch of people become a mob and immune to reason.

Know what I mean?

This is what makes me go BAH! and throw up my hands, and fantasize about acreage in the boondocks and fences and large dogs and firearms.

I want to handpick my neighbors. I want to become something like a Hutterite, only without the accent and ugly dresses.

It is a fantasy I have entertained since I was a child and had to go to public school, where I could NOT choose who was around me, and didn’t particularly like the people who were.  I can envision a community made of people with various talents- medical, agricultural, animal husbandrical (yes, I just made that word up but I’ll bet a dollar you know what it means), all that stuff. Something peaceful, and self sustaining (mostly).  It would be located in the SouthEast, where water is plentiful and the growing season is 11-1/2 months long.

I want to be DONE with the frustrating people who think they KNOW so much more than everyone else, and use their charisma and large vocabulary and self-made importance to convince people (who are too damn lazy to do the research themselves) of their homemade agenda, no matter how flawed, because it’s how they get affirmation.

No, I cannot go into details due to legal mess.

Suffice it to say I am frustrated to the point of wanting to…well, you know. Leave.




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