Hot Headed Nut Job
I’ve recently been told I have an image problem. In that I am perceived to be a “hot headed, nut job”.
Throughout history those who passionately tilt at windmills have been described as such. Just as there is a fine line between genius and insanity so there is between reality and delusion. Most people I think perceive “hot headed, nut jobs” as being delusional, something no one has ever accused me of… yet. :-)
So here I am living in a small town of delusional people living lives of conformity who at times it seems are more than ready, willing and able, to crucify those who are different from them. Those who they perceive or have been brainwashed into believing are “hot headed, nut jobs”.
I say above, people here are delusional because they keep doing the same things over and over again expecting different results, when it comes to selecting their leaders. It seems people here can handle pompousness and before that a sociopath but not a “hot head”. :-) This makes me laugh and want to cry at the same time. :-( Give your heads a shake people.
I don’t hear conservatives complaining because Canada’s Minister of Foreign Affairs John Baird, affectionately known as a pit bull, who is also known as a loud mouth, “hot head, nut job”, being the face of Canada to other nations, as being a problem. But some how John Prince is and should be disqualified from consideration? What a bunch of BS! How hypocritical can people be?
Instead of welcoming and embracing passionate people to a position of leadership knowing these people like John Baird will fight tooth and nail for your best interests you instead vote for those who want to change nothing, or everything, while being indifferent to your aspirations for your community? All the while knowing these people are nothing more than “masters at pissing on your leg, and then while smiling, telling you “it must be raining!”.
Now I ask you, “Who’s the real “nut job” here?”
It is a known fact that people from warm climates (half the world) such as Spain, Italy, as well as those from France and Quebecers (where I grew up), just to name a few, are known as people whose blood runs hot with passion. They’re “hot headed”. In most of the world this is not a character flaw (in fact, it’s quite the opposite), despite what some people, being mainly old folkies or square heads, may think.
I’m proud to be a person who feels passionately about things, and who is not afraid to stand up and be counted when the time comes. In fact, if people want to continue attaching the “hot head” label to me, please do, and I will continue to wear it with pride.
Now that I have gotten this off my chest, think what I have said, and go and have yourselves a long Happy Easter Weekend.
The most common of all follies is to believe passionately in the palpably not true. It is the chief occupation of mankind.