Degastuff

I've been thinking about morality lately, and have become much more confused than I had ever dreamed... There's things about human behavior that one can deem, immoral or deviant. But, Aren't there times when this behavior would be considered beneficial, even normal? Take the idea of cannibalism, incest, or even outright murder... All of these things, At some point in human history have played a huge role. Usually this aspect is one of the darker portents of human behavior but it needs to be examined on the whole to insure that we all came come away from this life with a better understanding of what we experienced...

Of course, those of us that don't understand the motivation and are not satisfied by the platitudes of those that are different. Perhaps they have different belief's, Perhaps they have a different lifestyle but what it all boils down to is, that people have different idea's of what is right and wrong and how one should behave accordingly. Of course no better example, nor controversial one can be shared with you, my dear reader... ...Pedophilia... The word itself conjures up images of dirty, scary men in trench coats wandering the streets in search of young innocence to corrupt... But, is this a generation of our media, our socially engineered state of mind? That is the question that I'm going to be exploring here, that and so much more... Of course, some of you may be offended at what I'm going to be proposing here in the next few months, and some of you may be looking for some misplaced sense of retribution for wrongs that, of course I had a direct hand in.... ...Even when, of course I had no direct hand in anything... This is the way our society works, someone has an opinion, lives a certain way, believes a certain way, and inevitably you have the detractors spilling out of the wood work like the mythical trolls that their "Internet personality" invariably resemble.

My next post will be one ripped straight from the headlines, with no names, no faces, no dates, but it will be truthful in it's accounting of a small child and her father. She lives according to his rules and is all she knows. He teaches her how to ride horses and gives her a beautiful life on a farm. She doesn't have many friends due to the rural atmosphere around her home. She's 8 years old, and she is the media's worst nightmare... She's one of the millions of so called incest "victims". And because of the misguided attempts by the Federal government, and media interests, her life has been utterly ruined. My question is this... Had she not had the involvement of the media, the judges, the courts, would her life still be in shambles? I'll give her story the next time I post, please feel free to comment, or offer your insight into this very very sensitive subject. It was a bright and sunny day, she looked up and saw across the pond, 'A group of horses' dancing on the other side, she smiled and slowly edged her way over to them, they didn't get startled at her presence, she was a beautiful full of life girl that would never have hurt a fly, and they could sense it. The closer she got, the harder her little heart began to beat. Could she perhaps touch one of them? Edging within fifteen or twenty feet of the beautiful but enormous beasts, she stilled herself. They were watching her now, weary of her approach. They made sure to pay attention to what she was doing, and more importantly getting their much needed thirsts quenched by the little pond. She picked grass, throwing it gingerly into the water, she understood that being quiet and still was important if she were to ever get closer to the almost oily sheen that seemed to cover their bodies. It was as if she was consumed with an ever growing desire to merely touch them, to caress their soft exterior, feeling the power that courses within them, and to finally make a friend. You see, Sarah... She was an only child and didn't have much in the way of friendship with the outside world, she lived on a rural farm, and only had her parents in her immediate family circle. No brothers, no sisters, just her and her parents. She edged ever closer to the horses, making sure not to spook them, making sure to avoid getting in the way if they bolted. Fifteen feet became ten, and soon gave way to five... She was close now, and her heart was beating harder than ever... She reached out her hand, holding some of the grass from earlier, hoping that the horse would take the lead and walk over. But soon her optimism was taken away, a sudden realization that this was as close as she was going to get, the horses weren't taking her bait, in fact they were starting to back slowly away from the pond. She followed, slowly backing away in her own rite. And just as suddenly as they were apparent to her, they were gone in a flash, and she realized that her father was standing just behind her... "Time to go honey, I've got the hay loaded and Mom's got supper cookin'!"... She smiled and looked up at her father. K daddy... She took his hand as they both walked toward the truck. "what's momma cookin' for supper?" Not sure, I think maybe some... ...STEW... as he picks her up spinning her around and around, she feels dizzy, and even a bit nauseous, She laughs, giggling and screaming as her father spins her in the air... The world is going by so fast, she can hardly fix her eye's on anything. Panting heavily her father puts her small feet on the ground gingerly as to not jar her. "That was fun, let's go... ...Mom's waiting."
It's an old truck, you can smell the years, dust billows from the seats as you sit, and you can even see the springs under some parts of the thin vinyl skin. Like the bones of an old man sticking up through the worn and stretched skin, the fabric shows it's use... It's age, it's former usefulness. The dash is completely corroded, and if you were to touch it your hand would come away with a faint, dull reddish hue.. It was rusted, the radio didn't work and if you looked hard enough you would be able to make out the inner workings of the magnificent engine that powered so many of their adventures through the fields. The outside of the thing was much worse than the inside compartments... The same reddish hue that seemed to coat the entire dashboard was the same reddish hue that seemed to coat the entirety of the trucks body, very similar to the grizzle that you would find on an old mans unshaven face... Spotty, patchy in places, but somehow endearing, familiar... He turns the key, it's never failed him, this old truck. Starts every time, maybe a bit crankily but it still starts. She watches her daddy as he makes the contorted faces of a clown mimicking the almost reluctant way the truck starts... "Silly Daddy" she says as she climbs into his lap, "I'll take us home." she proclaims as she looks into his eyes.... "Ok, as long as your real careful." "and, you have to let me hold your hands, OK?"
He reaches down grasping the gear shift in his right hand, all the while holding hers... "OK honey, First you have to put it in gear like this." "Look at my foot!" He presses the clutch in, "Now, Look at my right hand!" He pushes the shaft into position, first gear... She watches intently, taking in the process as he demonstrated it, watching as his hand grasped the old worn ball that sat atop the shaft of the gear shift, It was wrinkled and red, it blatantly proclaimed that he was a hard worker, an old farm hand... She giggled as she scooted higher onto his lap, trying to peer over the gigantic steering wheel... "Look!" He pointed to his left foot, as he began to release the pressure, slowly letting the truck move forward. "Take us home he said as he released the clutch... She slowly but surely made her way back to the isolated home she had always known, It was getting dark now, and her stomach wouldn't be satiated by mere thoughts of food, She was hungry and the singular reminder was her fathers right hand pressing into her stomach... The pressure was just enough to remind her how empty her belly was. They had been out working all day in the hot sun, working to feed the cow's making sure the hay was bailed and stacked and as long as she was with her daddy she was having a good time. She even got to climb all over the massive stacks and pretend like she was the queen of a massive castle, and her daddy was the champion that would protect it, heaving huge stones at invading armies... She never lacked in imagination...