I recently bought The book Montaigne in Barn Boots By Michael Perry. I buy every book Mr. Perry puts out as well as his musical CDs. Here is my review:
In Montaigne in Barn Boots, Mike Perry reflects on the writings of Montaigne as he compares it to his own personal philosophy. For me, I dipped my toes in Montaigne’s essays and they quickly went numb. However, Mr. Perry made those essays with his down-home folksy similes and metaphors easy to understand . I fear that comes off less than a compliment, but it is a compliment. Those comparisons were dead-on and unique.
Even Mr. Perry questions presenting another memoir from him. Do we want to hear more of Mike’s life and his beliefs? Do we want him to get more personal? This books gives a resounding yes. He writes about his own life to investigate what being human means. He is so effective that he can write a whole book discussing himself without over-indulging and getting over personal.
Yes, Mr. Perry, we want more. We want to know about the man off-stage and those subjects you have not broached. And Mr, Perry we want you to get very personal without going to far and being respectful of our tender sensibilities.
That was his undertaking and he was successful. He does both. For example, he lets us know that his marriage is more than just love poems to her. He reveals that he does have a marriage like ours with its ups and downs while still being as reverential to his wife as our wives wish we would be.
Here is a statement from a gun wacko-
it is my god fearing right to own a gun. My children will know how to handle and operate guns at a young age. I also believe that teachers if they want to should be able to carry at school. Guns are not they problem, there is been a loaded gun in my house that hasn’t shot anyone and won’t. media, movies, games, tv shows have glorified shootings and make the shooter famous. also where do most of the shootings take place?? “Gun Free Zones” finally there are just bat shit crazy people out there. you can try and make all the gun rules you want but people are going to find ways around it….Arm teachers and pubic office workers
My first response was yep I agree with you. I like to drink and I like to drive. I do it all the time and I’ve never killed anyone. That is why I don’t think there should be laws against drinking and driving.
People on both sides need to get away from I think it therefore it is true, such as arming teachers. From my awesome aunts caring post, here are some other craziness:
We own an AR and I can guarantee that it will Never be used in a mass shooting. It’s fun to target shoot but for us it also incredibly useful for coyotes. Guns have changed but so has our human compassion, accountability for our actions, and the guiding principles behind our actions.
Work on aim and you shouldn’t need one.
As a certified trap coach my students bring and store their guns at school, in our safe, during season. Not once had it resulted in an incident because they follow procedures and have respect for laws and each other. As to my weapon of choice for coyotes it had nothing to do with my shooting ability.
The Bill of Rights has been modified and updated as the times changed. I believe we could change it so that we are safer and most gun owners are happy. Gun owners are rightfully worried that people will continue to work until they no longer have guns. However, if we could make reasonable changes and then go no further, I think the culture of our nation would also change just enough to make us as safe as other nations.
Background checks, greater oversight in who has guns and sells them, mental fitness requirements are things that most gun owners would be willing to go through, but would stop the glorification of militia type thinking.
The problem is the NRA needs to keep fighting and stirring up fears that we will outlaw guns. If they don’t, their membership would would be decimated. (Both liberals and conservatives have rhetoric that goes too far). Again though, I understand the fear that people will not stop making laws until guns are outlawed.
Then we free up resources to attack violence in other ways. However, there seems little in the way of great ideas on both sides. Restrictions and oversight to guns has stopped shooters. We just don’t know about it. It would be worth it to stop a few more.
The above is a response to someone on Facebook that lives in Rural Wisconsin #SharonWisconsin who responded to a post by stating she needed an AK-47 to shoot Coyoytes. Her husbands response to this was yawn.
I was at the checkout line. It was a lady buying things with her food stamp card and then separate thing with cask. Between her and I, was a big burly guy.
This was before work, and I was in a hurry. So I was thinking bad thoughts about this woman ahead of me. When she came up short on cash, I thought, okay, here we go. That guy is going to give her hell. I relished the thought.
Instead he held out the two dollars and said, I got it. Don’t worry about it.
For two dollars, that guy got two feel a hundred dollars with of good. The woman was appreciative. I got to see kindness.
Kindness is powerful.
Kindness can transform. Yes, it can be taken advantage of, but it makes me think of poverty in the United States. How our country can provide support and help out the disadvantaged minority (inner city blacks).
We see problems and blame welfare. Perhaps, though it is not the welfare. Getting something for free, is not creating problems. Perhaps it is our duplicitous nature. Half of us, want to provide assistance and some of us then judge. We call people lazy and bad.
I simply think it possible that our judging is causing the problems. What do people of color hear them labeled and called. Perhaps that is what they are reacting to. That’s the problem in my opinion. We give with one hand and slap faces with the other. How would you react. Thankful for the assistance or angry and hurt from the other.
Kindness is powerful. It could transform our country. Put safeguards in assistance, require effort on the recipients, and reward people for getting past it. But also quiet the judging and the anger.
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I blame Michael Perry
Michael Perry is an author.
His writing reminded me of driving tractor. Sitting on the metal seat of a Farmall and holding the spindly, hand-blackening steering wheel. I would stand and steer like it was a ship. After all the steering wheel was vertical. The exhaust would roar which was good because there was nothing else to do but think or sing and I sometimes did both at the top of my voice. At the end of the day, my hands would vibrate from the pull of the terrain and the churning of the engine. The big tractor was a different ride. The seat had a cushion, the steering wheel adjusted (I think). One had a cab and a radio. Yet the main difference I think was that these tractors had fenders over the wheels. Something you could rest your hand on or a rider could sit on. It was just more substantial. Yet looking back, I miss the small tractors. Seeing the v-shaped tread go past like a water mill. You got on the platform between the two turning giants wheels and you were as basic as the transmission box.
We had our trees. There was the big pine near the house. The dogs laid under it, the perfect location of coolness and closeness to a bone thrown out the door. We had the tree down the yard. Convenient, especially as a brake when theyoungest put a car in neutral and went for a ride. There was the trees in the back, one forked and the canopy for the sandbox. Then there was the rows of pines for a windbreak that was close to the house and yet it was possible to go to a different world as we scrambled among the branches. We cleared a path. There was a sunny world just beyond it. Weedy graveyard of used up farm equipment and the fields beyond that. I suspect beyond that was the world, but I never found out.
The trees of my dreams, however, are the two trees between the barn and the house. Along the walkway but set back on the lawn. That was where the lawn chairs were setup. Whether it was a party or grandpa and grandma or just us kids, it was our patio, our visitors center.