Ron’s just thinkin’.

Read somethin’ a few days ago . . . li’l aphoristic quatrain:

“Your mind is a garden;
The thoughts are the seeds.
Now, you can grow flowers,
Or you can grow weeds.”

So . . . thinkin’ — actually, I think I think about thinkin’ too much. Must be those pre-dawn walks with Dawg. No distractions, no pundits perched on pulpits preachin’ their personal perspectives at me.

Nobody to contradict or dispute me. No interruptions. No half-vast ideas from half-assed mentalities . . . just my own. So, do I think about beautiful girls? Moonlit tropical beaches? Food? Wine? Adventure?

Na-a-h-h . . . I gotta think about stifling government, unchecked immigration, gay rights, radical Islam, racism, politics, frauds, charlatans, greedy CEOs, Kim Phat Un, Putin, Xi Jinping, my grandchildren at war in the “Holy Lands.”

I think about born-again assholes such as John McCain, the wise-ass frat boy who never grew up but got scrambled eggs on his cap because his daddy was an admiral.

I think about the deeply committed felons such as Clintons and the very devout merdistes such as Kerrys and Lynches and Rices.

I think about the Alzheimerish fossils on the Supreme Court such as RBG, who isn’t even aware that Senator Lindsey Graham isn’t female.

I think about a CinC who was about as American as modern-day Italians are Romans, followed by one who changes his mind like I change my socks.

I think about how we got along for 2 centuries without gay marriage and are now homophobes and incipient criminals for casting askance glances at the idea.

I think about a national debt which now has an annual INTEREST growth of a quarter of a TRILLION dollars. Just the interest!

I think about uncounted and uncountable trespassers who come here for a better life, then try to change the country into the same pesthole they just fled.

I think about all the illegals and “refugees” who come here sans skills, sans education, sans assets, and immediately go on Welfare, MedicAid, and Food Stamps.

I think about snowflakes who spend their time thinking about words or images to be offended or frightened into their “safe spaces” by.

I think about a Neolithic cult with principles completely incompatible with our culture coming here in droves and demanding special consideration for “religious” reasons.

I think about churches being converted into mosques and women wearing shrouds and infidels being tossed from roofs or beheaded or dismembered.

I think about a large cultural region of the planet which exports little more than rape, terrorism, and hydrocarbons.

I think about a Mongolian Pillsbury Doughboy with a dead fruit bat on his head hurling threats at humanity like an armless Black Knight in a Python skit.

I think about a House of Representatives which can’t reach a consensus on what day of the month it is.

I think of a Senate in which each day begins with the majority leader saying, “Lights! Camera! Asshole!”

I think of “journalists” whose primary treatment of President Trump’s administration is lacing his jockstrap with Atomic Balm followed by gang tackling and piling on.

I think I think too much, and what I think about what I’ve been thinking is, “Well, THAT really sucks . . . . .” so I think I’ll think about this for a while: