A Self-Dialectic: Musings, Diatribes, and other such Observations; or

(The strategery of staying the course in the nucular age with WMD’s and the War on Terror)
a.k.a., ‘the Diary of a Megalomaniac Hidden in the Bush’ -

What primeval, primordial trigger is it that gets pulled at the first hint of spring that causes testosterone induced chef's cuisine to flourish on the grills of American patios, and equally opposite, what unseen force is it that mutes this trigger at the coming of the red grass season? Is propane a seasonal gas?

What unseen primitive force is it (?) that drives the man, for the most part, into the wilderness when the colors change, so that bragging rights are earned to stake the claim ‘I dropped that somma -bitch with one shot’…when referring to the whitetail deer splayed out lifeless on the ground before the drinking - er, hunting - buddies.

What genetic aberration is it (?) that hearkens man back to Neanderthal beginnings when the gridiron is set for the ultimate display of violent ground acquisition, otherwise know in the ‘civilized’ world as football. And what drives a supposed man of high stature (yeah, Prez Bush) to stand before those who stare in awe (or perhaps disbelief) as he proclaims ‘stand clear, I’m gonna’ crank this baby over’, when referring to the starting of the engine on a Caterpillar Bulldozer… (photo op)

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