In Texas, among cowboys traditionally we wear two kinds of hats: a straw in summertime and a felt hat in the winter. I was late switching to my felt hat this year for whatever reason.
A couple of days ago I put on a hat I don't much like and regret wearing. Maybe it was once of those Wisconsin cheese head things, or maybe a red plastic razorback hat. Might have been one of those UT faux cowboy hats. Not quite sure what came upon me but while wearing this ridiculous hat I offered suggestions about how we might fix the tax system. Now I look back and realize I was wasting my time. This system and our current style of governance will not be fixed.
I've a few friends I put stock into, seers, if you will. They've suffered visions of our future. Dark dystopian visions. Not The Road, but certainly something quite a bit tougher than the life we now live.
So today I'm discarding the ridiculous hat and getting out the black felt to prepare for a cold and dark winter.
I feel better already. Living in a fantasy doesn't work well for me.
Contrary to what you may be told, life isn't an endless summer.
Politics and or technology won't save the day this time around.
Please excuse the temporary bout of insanity.