I Am A 21st Century Average American Monkey
I'm fifty-something years old.
I'm in good health.
I have an average wife and two average dogs.
Between us, AVG-Wife and I have three average kids, all living on their own, all reasonably well secure for their ages.
I work forty hours a week for the largest organization on the planet as a problem solver and information technician. I employ most of my skills in this work, and Im reasonably well paid for the work I do. I regret not finishing college.
I live in a climate controlled structure located in a park-like setting on the Treasure Coast of Florida, USA. I feel secure enough in my dwelling that I often leave my keys in the Jeep, I rarely lock my door, and I dont feel a necessity at this moment in history to own a firearm.
In Florida, in July, 2014, the environment can be hot, muggy and thick with skeeters. Sometimes, when AVG-WIFE doesnt need it, I get to haul my ass from the climate controlled comfort of my home, to the climate controlled chaos of my occupation, in a climate controlled, chemically fueled, personally owned machine we call her smurfy ride. The rest of the time I get to haul-ass to work in the non-air conditioned Jeep thats hauling dogs in AVG-Avatar.
These private transportation machines travel in two dimensions along expensive pathways built and maintained by all of us, somewhat coercively, using the tool of government. Most people pay transportation infrastructure taxes in a reasonably fair proportion compared to how much they use the infrastructure, and I can't imagine not being able to get to the other side of the county in 30 minutes, any point in Florida with in several hours, and any point in the United States within a few days - all in a personally owned machine traveling privately on publicly owned shared infrastructure.
And, if I'm willing to fly commercial, the shared infrastructure is in place for even a lower middle-class mutt like me to have the resources to get me to the other side of the country in just a few hours, and the other side of the planet within thirty-six hours.
Cars, air conditioning, and the infrastructure that make them both possible are among my favorite reasons to consider myself lucky to be living my life now and here.
Life is good.
I'm fifty-something years old.
I'm in good health.
I have an average wife and two average dogs.
Between us, AVG-Wife and I have three average kids, all living on their own, all reasonably well secure for their ages.
I work forty hours a week for the largest organization on the planet as a problem solver and information technician. I employ most of my skills in this work, and Im reasonably well paid for the work I do. I regret not finishing college.
I live in a climate controlled structure located in a park-like setting on the Treasure Coast of Florida, USA. I feel secure enough in my dwelling that I often leave my keys in the Jeep, I rarely lock my door, and I dont feel a necessity at this moment in history to own a firearm.
In Florida, in July, 2014, the environment can be hot, muggy and thick with skeeters. Sometimes, when AVG-WIFE doesnt need it, I get to haul my ass from the climate controlled comfort of my home, to the climate controlled chaos of my occupation, in a climate controlled, chemically fueled, personally owned machine we call her smurfy ride. The rest of the time I get to haul-ass to work in the non-air conditioned Jeep thats hauling dogs in AVG-Avatar.
These private transportation machines travel in two dimensions along expensive pathways built and maintained by all of us, somewhat coercively, using the tool of government. Most people pay transportation infrastructure taxes in a reasonably fair proportion compared to how much they use the infrastructure, and I can't imagine not being able to get to the other side of the county in 30 minutes, any point in Florida with in several hours, and any point in the United States within a few days - all in a personally owned machine traveling privately on publicly owned shared infrastructure.
And, if I'm willing to fly commercial, the shared infrastructure is in place for even a lower middle-class mutt like me to have the resources to get me to the other side of the country in just a few hours, and the other side of the planet within thirty-six hours.
Cars, air conditioning, and the infrastructure that make them both possible are among my favorite reasons to consider myself lucky to be living my life now and here.
Life is good.
Can you tell that I have a thing for wheels?
