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We were talking about personal responsibility at coffee this morning. Some person decided to drop this refrigerator on my road this week. About 100 families now get to pass by it twice a day.

[Image]Eventually the land owner or a concerned citizen will have to go and clean up after the nasty person who decided to dump the fridge on somebody else, in plain sight, a big fuck you to the world. You wonder about people who can dump on the world like this, if they have a wit of remorse at their behavior. Probably not, I would guess.

The talk went to people throwing lit cigarettes out the window and finding people's names under big piles of drywall and our small victories at getting people to clean up after themselves. But you would be amazed at the people who drive on our rural roads and how much crap they think nothing of dumping into our pristine back country. The stuff people do when nobody is watching.

One of the lodge couples recently moved back to the midwest. He was a retired marine Gunny, doesn't matter who they are. He couldn't find work after he got out and wasn't good at much besides lifting a longneck and they managed to take so much equity out of her late father's house that they lost it. Scrambled back to wherever. Last night I heard that a hundred miles out of town they called somebody and said there are six dogs and five cats locked in cages back there, do something with them. Astounding attitude, I guess they were desperate. They made a clean break and someone else will have to clean up. Good thing somebody took the call and acted quickly. The animals may have suffered or worse.

I was listening to Hare, the psychologist who invented the Hare Psychopathic Testlist Revised that is most commonly used today, on NPR the day before yesterday. He talked about administering the most gruesome photographs to a control group and to a bunch of psychopaths. They measured reaction sensitivity between the two groups of subjects. The psychopaths registered nary a blip, the control group blanched and trembled and generally freaked out.

Many of us have become disassociated and desensitized to our world. This allows us to indulge in sociopathic behavior without guilt or remorse. We are either angry or have lost our capacity to feel. We reside in our own little solipsistic movie and everybody else is just a bit player in our personal drama.

I was reading some scientists report on methamphetamine's recently. They found that meth users lost their capacity to feel joy. The meth burned through their neural networks so fiercely that they could never register an emotion on a bandwidth called joy. Welcome to hell I guess. Can you imagine the inability to feel joy? I guess that is when we devolve into something truly less than human.

Anyway here's to picking up our stuff and accepting our responsibility to live in our shared world.

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I caught the kids eating breakfast on the power pole this morning. Not the best pic, didn't bring the right lens but you get the picture. Fat coney, we got a ton of them this year. Coyotes aren't doing their job. My cat and the juvenile hawks are sure doing their part.

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