I must be an extremist because my President told me I am.
Ever since I was six, I have carried a pen-knife. Of course, almost every other boy carried a pen-knife. We took them to school. I never cut anybody. I never even threatened to cut anybody. The boys played mumbley-peg.
My father taught me how to safely close my knife. Did my father knowingly aid and abet a potential extremist?
I even own some firearms. I never shot anybody. I never even pointed a firearm at anybody.
I am a very old man, but I am still strong enough to pick up and aim my forty-five. Oh, yes, I am also strong enough to pull the trigger.
Maybe extremism danger is lurking.
Maybe I am an extremist. Darn! I never thought about that before my President told me what I was. And most of the media back him up.
I am becoming more and more concerned about my extremist traits.
I’m almost afraid of myself.
It Seems That Thinking Is Extreme
There are other things that now worry me, because I never before knew my thoughts were those of an extremist.
Maybe I just shouldn’t think, but there are so many things I don’t understand.
I don’t understand why some parents desire to sexually mutilate their children.
I don’t understand why some doctors, who are supposedly members of an honorable fraternity, are willing and even desirous of performing sexual mutilation of children.
I don’t understand why schoolteachers, who should be pledged to educating our children, are nurturing drag queen relationships with children.
I don’t understand why parents are condemned as terrorist at school board meetings because they are concerned about their children.
I don’t understand why violent criminals are set free on no-cash bail.
I don’t understand why free speech is under attack. Many, many thousands have died to give us free speech, a right dearly loved by thinking men.
I don’t understand why our Constitution, a document giving us freedoms never heard of before, is under attack.
I don’t understand why illegal aliens are allowed, even invited and welcomed, across our southern border in droves.
I don’t understand why American taxpayers are forced to bear the burden of the health, education, and upkeep of illegal aliens.
I don’t understand why the government killed thousands of jobs and then paid people not to work.
I don’t understand why natural gas is being banned. I was raised in a home, as were many others, where natural gas stoves and heaters required no ventilation.
I don’t understand why we are told fossil fuels are bad when they use coal to generate electricity to charge electric cars.
I don’t understand why I am an extremist because I disagree with those in power.
I don’t understand many things.
One Last Thing
Truth is, I really do understand and I don’t like it.
Of course, since I am a hillbilly from West Virginia, maybe you should check me out with Bette Midler because she fully understands just how ignorant a West Virginia hillbilly is.
Take a look at my YouTube page. Click this link to one of my recent video podcasts, “Identifying Yourself”.
