This is Honey, she is a pony that belongs to my cousin who lives just outside of a Provincial Park in Manitoba, Canada.
Honey was STOLEN last night.
Honey has two small kiddos she belongs to and other pony and chicken friends to frolic with, she gets daily treats, and she lives in pony paradise.
Whoever stole her is a dick. I hope Honey poos on them, all over them. Seriously.
I haven’t written anything of substance (not that my posts about the return of the overall is exactly solid fuel for the ol’ noggin machine) over the last couple of days because I basically wanted to stay off the internets while the media swarmed over the tragedy in Colorado. I cannot convey in words how senseless this all is. All of it.
When exactly did we become a bunch of violent, sexually repressed, pony thieves?
Is it our Puritanical heritage? The Military Industrial Complex? The Sexual Revolution? The Media?
I get it. It’s everything. It’s nothing. It is the rise and fall of an empire, these things are cyclical. I understand that there is no ‘understanding’ of why these things occur. Somebody gets a shitty idea and they either act upon it or they wise up and think of the impact it would make upon their fellow man, they might think:
“yeah, I want that pony, but she might belong to some innocent kids who love her so I’m just gonna go ahead and not steal her, maybe I’ll go bash some mailboxes instead.”
or they might think:
“it’s true that I am mad at the entire world, I’m mad at my mom, I’m mad at my dad, I’m mad at God. I’m mad that I was born this way and not that way, I’m mad that no one cares, I’m mad at being mad…but I’m not going to inflict pain and suffering upon innocent people no matter what kind of power rush it gives me, because it’s a fleeting, ghost of a sensation anyway, it doesn’t exist without the suffering of others and who wants to feel that way? Who would actively want other human beings to suffer…..”
As I have mentioned in a previous post, I am not a professional anything, nor do I claim to know the inner most workings of the people who make terrible choices that effect others.
I am a human being though, and I have made what I consider to be terrible choices in my lifetime, I have hurt people by being careless, I have put my needs in front of others and so I know what it means to F up.
But I also know what it means to love uncontrollably and desperately, I know what it feels like to truly live for someone else’s happiness, I know what it feels like to give and give of yourself until there is nothing left but a little crusty speck of dust.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not some princess who sits on her throne of good deeds and volunteer work and baking and pretends to not know what it means to feel anger, jealousy, rage, and shame…no one is immune to this.
If you are, you’re a sociopath and need to back away from me slowly with both hands where I can see them, get! shoo! bugger off!
This rant is my feeble attempt to process why we do what we do. Why we steal other people’s ponies. Why we would shoot at a room full of people trying to watch a film. Why we can’t we just do the right thing.
I realize there are no answers, and, if someone says that they have the answers I’m either going to not listen to them because they are full of shit, or I’m going to argue that NO MATTER WHAT the solution is it is only a temporary band-aid on a gaping, rotting, infected wound of a problem.
We are playing a giant game of ‘Whack-A-Mole”, you hit one over here, another pops up over there.
All we can do is love harder, so hard that it just hurts you. I’m not talking about just romantic love and the love you have for your children, but love for your neighbor, love the shit out them. Even if they suck.
Love that lady that drives like an asshole.
Love the close talker at the grocery store.
Love the guy at your office that always tells the same stories, but first asks you if he’s told you this before, and then continues to tell you anyway after you say ‘yes’.
Love the old man across the street you thinks you are a hippie and you need to cut your grass.
Love your customers that annoy the shit out of you, the ones that just bitch for bitchin’s sake.
Love all of the children at your kid’s school, even the gross ones, even the loud ones.
Love the guy at the video store who just wants someone to talk to for 5 minutes, he’s not a pervert, he’s just lonely.
Love the receptionists at your doctor’s office, it’s not their fault you have been waiting for an hour.
Love your waiter, he’s stoned and hungover, so he might forget that you wanted an extra pickle.
Love the jerk who stole your pony.
Love the maniac that hates everyone, including himself.
Oh and, if anyone knows anything about Honey’s whereabouts, please contact me and I will forward the info.
I LOVE YOU,