For some perspective on today’s Russian situation, I suggest you read my previous post,
“Tyranny of the Minority “. Current expert wisdom is that the Wagner group with 25,000 battle hardened rough fighters with full military hardware at their disposal will be no match for the Russian Army and security forces.
Well, we shall see.
QUI TACET CONSENTIRE, (SILENCE CONFERS CONSENT), is an unfortunate feature of being willfully ignorant. IMHO.
I'm just saying!
I thought I would share a story with you about my brother
and I, and our paternal Grandmother Elsie (1897-1973). Our Grandma was from
sturdy southern Indiana stock that was the essence of hard work, family and earned
respect. There is really no reason why I am sharing this story, other than you
might find it interesting in light of today’s new and improved culture.
On day my brother and I was enjoying a day with Grandma,
who was also a mother of six fully raised children, that she and Grandpa Ira fortified
with that hard scrabble southern Indiana way of life. We noticed Grandma was
worried and looking around like she had lost something. We asked what was
wrong, and she said nothing was wrong, but she couldn’t find her eyeglasses.
We immediately saw that her glasses were perched atop her head. Well, we
thought we would have fun with Grandma, and went scurrying around acting like we
were earnestly searching for her glasses, knowing that she was unaware that her
glasses were stored atop her head. Deciding to have fun with Grandma illustrates
the folly of youth of not thinking through the full implications of their
actions. However, some people never learn how to fully think through the
implications of their actions even though they have reached a ripe age of
adulthood.
The implications of having fun with Grandma, was of course, that she would discover her glasses atop her head and also discover that her snot nose grandsons were having fun at her expense. Big mistake boys. She thereupon ordered us to go out yonder to the peach tree and get a “switch” (a limber tree part) that was suitable for hard application around little boy’s legs with enough force to leave welts. Well, we went out to that peach tree to get the switch that would surely cause us pain because Granma ordered us to do so, and it never occurred to us to disobey Grandmother’s orders. One must wonder if today’s grandchildren would also be so obedience. Of course, we finally selected a switch that was small enough to not cause much pain. Another big mistake. Grandma then ordered us back to that peach tree to get a really big switch or she would use Grandpa’s big leather belt to do the job. Well, the pain and welts taught little boys that disrespecting their dear old Grandmother, and other deserving people, was not to be tolerated. And the lesson Grandma metered out to my brother, and I have endured over these many years since then. Here is a thought, one must wonder if today’s grandchildren and their parents would tolerate such behavior to teach a worthwhile lesson.
I’m just saying.
