There's a conservative pundit whose message I generally appreciate, but whose rhetoric sours me on his monoloques. He's the kind of critic to whom liberals rightly point to when they discuss the right's vitrol and venom. His monologues are exercises in withstanding someone who loved to hear the sound of his own voice. If only he could tone down his rhetoric to allow his message to be heard...
...Even so, he does one thing that I appreciate. He regularly issues bans on words or phrases that are overused or hackneyed. It's not exactly William Safire or Edwin Newman, but it's still funny. What's more, I enjoy the fact that someone else is taking note of the laziness in speech and writing that pervades our culture.
So here's an nod to him:
At the end of the day, as we double down on kicking the can down the road, an iconic narrative can be achieved by amazing and passionate job creators on journeys full of chemistry and swag as they fulfil their trending personal bucket lists before the viral fiscal cliff implodes as they hide in their man caves.
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Karen loves to do laundry. Specifically, she loves to hang laundry out on the line to let it dry in the clean air.
My comparable fascination is chopping firewood. Actually, it's anything to do with creating firewood, whether it's sawing it or chopping it. Then I enjoy building and keeping a fire going in the fireplace. When we're finally in that place that we want to be, I want us to have a great wide fireplace with an inexhaustible source of firewood so we can have plenty of warm fires through the autumn and winter.
Tonight's the coldest night of the year so far and we've had a nice little fire going. I have enough firewood piled and drying for tomorrow night, when we're supposed to be equally cold.
To me, there's just something comforting and fun about getting firewood.
(c) 2013 The Truxton Spangler Chronicles
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