Spent most of today dealing with the fall-out of the boneheaded, hateful, educated-elitist remarks of someone I don't even know. I used to think I was pretty smart - and used to be pretty self-righteous and sure of myself (maybe still am ...) - but I always at least tried to see others' perspectives and not go out of my way to shove hot pokers in their eyes. Especially knowing that my words and actions reflect on others. Days like this try a guy's patience. Personal freedom and the First Amendment is a fine thing. Too bad so many people abuse it.
But there's beer in the fridge (Sam Adams Summer Ale, Blackhook Porter and Murphy's Stout) and good books on all sides. It's gonna be okay.
Labels: beer, Independence Day, peeves, summer, work