“The Holidays: A time of year when people who otherwise try to avoid each other can’t.” – Stephan Pastis
It takes a certain kind of ass to quote himself at the beginning of his own blog. Fortunately, that’s me.
But I think I’m more than just an ass. I’m also a misanthrope.
I don’t like people. I don’t like parties. I don’t like the holidays.
Given that, the following will be woefully out of character.
Purists, look away.
. . .
We have in this country an all-volunteer army. It creates two parallel universes.
One is at home getting their latte from Starbucks, upset that the best the cable company can do is give them a four-hour window for their appointment. One is standing in 100 degree heat with 130 pounds of gear on their back, 9,000 miles from home, trying not to get killed.
The two groups’ collective experiences create a chasm deep and wide enough as to be seemingly unbridgeable.