{"id":35375,"date":"2018-02-26T10:34:18","date_gmt":"2018-02-26T18:34:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/?p=35375"},"modified":"2018-02-26T10:59:49","modified_gmt":"2018-02-26T18:59:49","slug":"reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2018\/02\/26\/reflections\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618-800x600.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-35376\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618-800x600.jpg 800w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618-450x338.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/02\/Reflections_022618.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This morning on the estuary. It was 33 degrees but placid and sunny, turning the simple understructure of the pier into something complex and eye-bending.<\/p>\n<p>I would have loved to stay there enjoying the beauty and avoiding work. But we had a freezing rain last night. Everything that wasn&#8217;t madly drippy was still crunchy. No sitting and relaxing; just walking. I should remember to bring a sheet of plastic to town on days like this so I can sit on the waterfront benches. Then again, days like today are so rare I don&#8217;t think about that.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Since the Parkland murders I&#8217;ve had a hard time blogging. I can&#8217;t bear to make the same old arguments or listen to the same old arguments. Both the gunblogosphere and the media have been All Parkland, All the Time. <\/p>\n<p>I can link to it, but I can&#8217;t be part of it.<\/p>\n<p>I tell myself nobody expects me to blog about every malcontent bastard who decides to murder disarmed mobs with a gun. But after all my years as a gun-rights activist, I still expect myself at least to work up a good rant. <\/p>\n<p>Yet watching the hoplophobes&#8217; gleeful attempt to create a nationwide children&#8217;s crusade, I feel nothing. I can only look ahead, dreading the war useful idiots are unwittingly creating &#8212; a violent culture war if not outright civil war. I look ahead and think, &#8220;You do not know who you are taking on. You can&#8217;t even imagine the future you&#8217;re going to make if you succeed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The useful fools have no idea. Maybe they honestly believe that laws will make &#8220;bad&#8221; guns go away and mass murderers will change their minds (rather than merely their choice of weaponry). And pink unicorns will romp over rainbows throughout the land.<\/p>\n<p>Our would-be masters also have no idea. Of course they know better than to believe all that peace and flowers and let&#8217;s everybody be disarmed and love each other once the Eeeeevil Guns are beaten into plowshares nonsense. But they still make a huge mistake. <\/p>\n<p>Imagining themselves superior to us in wisdom, culture, and power, they fail to understand both who We the Peasants are and what skills and tech are now at our hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning on the estuary. It was 33 degrees but placid and sunny, turning the simple understructure of the pier into something complex and eye-bending. I would have loved to stay there enjoying the beauty and avoiding work. But we had a freezing rain last night. Everything that wasn&#8217;t madly drippy was still crunchy. No sitting and relaxing; just walking. I should remember to bring a sheet of plastic to town on days like this so I can sit on the waterfront benches. Then again, days like today are so rare I don&#8217;t think about that. &#8212;&#8211; Since the Parkland&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2018\/02\/26\/reflections\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Reflections<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,7,12,31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arts-and-aesthetics","category-cultural-insanity","category-guns-and-gun-rights","category-rural-and-small-town-living","ratio-natural","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35375","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35375"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35385,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35375\/revisions\/35385"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}