Stonises in the Wind

The main thing about logic is that it's obvious. Any fool can arrive at a logical conclusion and because of this, everyone uses logic to justify their positions. Also, since their conclusions are so blatantly obvious, everyone thinks that only the truly stupid or hopelessly deluded could disagree with them. This makes logic belligerent.
The other thing about logic is it's based on assumptions. These assumptions may again be based on logic, but that doesn't get you very far because this second level of logic must again be based on assumptions. There is no holy grail of reason, at least not a man-made one. Logic can dictate anything you want it to; all you have to do is pick an according set of givens. That makes logic pointless.
There's one more thing about logic. No matter how long you've spent building up your position and positing your argument, it will still have holes, logical holes. And this is why logic is stupid.
Like all our gifts, reason comes from God and without that understanding, we are bound to abuse and pervert it.
"For the Lord grants wisdom!
From his mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6

For once I wish we would come through for the Russians and give them the fight they've been pretending we're going to give them for the past 60 odd years. I'm pretty sure that NATO wouldn't back us, but I bet we'd have some allies in Eastern Europe. I believe that we could win, but I'm not really concerned with winning.
Those bastards know that we'll never make the first move. It would be great to watch the surprise on all their communistical, oligarchical, criminal faces when we did. I'd be more than willing to die for that moment.
I know it will never happen. The only people our current President is willing to attack are U.S. citizens. I suspect that wouldn't be much of a surprise though. Wouldn't surprise me.

So while I was marching around the whitehouse, I noticed that directly to its rear is a building inhabited by PNC bank. If you don't live in the Cleveland area, this might not strike you as something worth noting. Probably a lot of people that do wouldn't know where this is going either, but last month, a local bank, National City was bought out by PNC; bought out with money that PNC had received from the feds as bailout money. Go figure.
Whatever. We can't let buisnesses fail. People would be out of jobs. Oh, well, except for buisnesses that don't have any lobbyists in Washington. No point in helping them out; what are they gonna do for us?
Now our President has decided that poor people don't really need to live. It might be better to kill them before they're born. Why stop there? Just send out cyanide tablets to the far corners of the earth. Make sure every "developing country" gets one for every man, woman and child there. Problem fixed.

she stood there with blond hair,
short and blue eyes so clear.
a tattered notebook at her side
and I wondered what it might hide.

she looked down and around;
searching nothing seemed found.
only the scribbled-on shoes she wore
received a solid glance worth more.

I longed there for her stare.
I was left wanting; bear.
I was helpless without those eyes;
I could only gaze; analyze.

she soon left, I was bereft.
with a turn and with deft
I too went on my lonely way.
not having bothered to say “Stay.”

If you haven't seen it before, now you have. It will be proceeded by another bout of shameless emotionalism.
On my way back here, I was feeling pretty awful. I have times in my life when I think "now would be a good time to cry." This was one of those times. I can't cry though, even though I feel horrible and I'm alone, and I'm aware of all this, I still can't cry. It was the second time I listened to Believe (Yellowcard), and the first time I actually listened to the lyrics, that I started crying. I like the song, but it's irrelevant here. It could've been anything. The point is, I need music, or a movie, or a speech... something external to myself. I guess that rules out acting.
If you're wondering why I was feeling so awful, and you're probably not, it's cause I was driving away from everyone I love to a room where I sit by myself and type on my computer. I don't regret my decision, but that's not a whole lot of solace at times like this. And it happens every time. This is the worst part, by far. Worse than the early mornings, no sleep, cold, wet, heat, stupid jobs, waiting, all of it. It'll pass though, as with all things earthly. Once I'm back at work, I'll get to focusing on all that other stuff I just listed and then it'll be gone, until next time. I'll close with the verse on this thing my sister gave me, cause it's nice:

You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble

Psalm 59:16