Even though Punxsutawney Phil
allegedly saw his shadow in early February, I am enjoying a nice day outdoors
in 73º weather here on The Shore.
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| Punxsutawney Phil Look-alike |
Picking up fallen sticks, branches, errant debris, and Magnolia tree seed pods, all gifts from the windy winter, has been occupying my time lately. Still, with warm weather on the horizon, I am trying to enjoy the outdoors without mosquitoes and sweltering heat.
Listening to the local gardening show on the radio, I was warned to not begin planting quite yet inasmuch as Phil’s prediction was dead-on; we should expect days and nights of cooler temps and cooler winds in the days and weeks to come.
All this was not really news to anyone familiar with the ever-changing Shore weather that varies depending on the ocean waters and longer days of sunshine.
This year is not much different except for the price of gas soaring to astronomical levels, and more eco-nuts crawling out of the walls.
Eco-nuts are those people who don’t have lives, but wish they did. They rejected organized religions in favor of a new religion called “climate change.” They laughed at people like myself who attended church to pray and honor God for all we have been given.
They mock me for believing in an unseen being who helps guide me throughout life, while treating others with love and kindness – just as the Bible orders.
Eco-nuts, on the other hand, claim that my devotion to an unseen being is simply foolishness that begs for ridicule. The difference used to be that if they left me alone, I would leave them alone.
But, on beautiful days like today eco-nuts evoke that special stupid gene that makes them want to convert anyone and everyone smiling, having a good time, to be miserable – just like them.
A caller to the garden show desperately tried to spread the typical poison eco-nuts normally spew by cheering the high cost of fuel while condemning the tempting spring-like weather.
The caller explained the rising fuel costs are a blessing to discourage people from driving, which may encourage those drivers to buy environmentally-friendly electric vehicles. How they are environmentally-friendly remains unknown since the show’s host disconnected his rambling call.
All this leads to the difference between eco-nuts and normal people.
Normal people look at nice days as a bonus to join nature by working in the garden, mowing the lawn, taking a leisurely walk, a bicycle ride, or simply sit and enjoy nature, and probably smile.
On the other hand, eco-nuts are those folks you know well – not unlike co-coworkers or kin – who traipse about with facial expressions that closely resemble someone with an awful case of gas, and not the expensive gas I mentioned earlier.
Rather than enjoy outdoor activities, they dwell on how terrible their lives are without bird-killing windmills and inefficient solar panels. They take opportunities such as today to carry signs in protest of something that affects you and your family.
SUVs, outdoor grills, fireplaces, fire pits, pickup trucks, spacious homes, boats, snowmobiles, and off-road buggies, are all fair game for them to resist while attempting to wean the rest of us of enjoyment and decompression from 9-5 jobs, something they don’t usually have.
I’m not in the habit of telling others how to live. I may, now and then, point out the frivolities of others’ inane activities, but their lives are solely theirs. And they should own up to their crazy thoughts and actions.
It would be nice to be left alone to “do my thing,” without comments from the Peanut Gallery – a reference from the old Howdy Doody show.
Once finished with my outdoor chores I’m going to fire up the grill and make some steaks before further enjoying the normal great Shore sunsets. All the while, I’ll be pitying the eco-nuts who refuse to enjoy – or let others enjoy – life. It’s too short not to.
Besides, how much credibility do people, who buy waterfront mansions in the tens-of-millions of dollars, while telling the rest of us coastal flooding is a certainty, have?
‘Nuf said.
