I saw an item on the internet this morning that was funny, disturbing and just flat out sad.
Authorities in the UK have arrested a man for trespassing onto his neighbor’s farm in the dead of night, standing on a stepladder in the barn and sodomizing one of the horses.
This is the third time he was arrested for an unnatural act.
What the hell is going on in the UK?
Usually, the US is the place for freaky crimes.
Now, if it was a consensual freaky sex thing, Japan would be the country for that.
But that is not the weird part.
The weird part is this.
(Those of a sensitive nature might want to skip this next sentence.)
Turns out the first time he got arrested, it was for sneaking into the same barn, hassling the same horse, stimulating its genitals until aroused and then impaling his own ass on the massive horse dick.
I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
And that, weird as it is, is STILL not the weird part.
The weird part is this.
The last two times he has been arrested, its because he was sodomizing the horse.
In this guys head, in the sickest of ways, payback is a bitch.
Especially if you were once the bitch.
Or he could just be crazy.
Every time something truly heinous happens, everyone tries to find some sort of logical reason for it.
What ever happened to old school crazy.
Why’d he do it? He’s crazy, thats why.
Sometimes, its the easiest answer.
My father once told me that the problem is usually the least complicated thing that could go wrong, so check that first.
And that goes for more than car repair,
Picked up a lot of wisdom among the seemingly casual comments my dad made growing up.
And thats how it should be.
I grew up with what I think is the proper view of the world.
Mom was a force of nature that you didn’t mess with.
And my father was what a man should be.
Never really went thru that period that some kids do in their late teens of hating their parents.
So if thats what you’re looking for here, can’t help you.
I ran this next line past the therapist in the family and was told it was insensitive.
But, if you had a shitty childhood that haunts you as an adult, take it off like an old coat that no longer fits and move on.
Like the cops will tell you at a crime scene, the shows over, move along.
I happen to know of several people I knew as a kid that had shitty upbringings.
They reinvented themselves with a creativity that Madonna would envy and are a lot happier.
So be it.
Happiness is not a goal line that you cross and spike the ball.
It is an easily lost state of being that you chase like a meth head in need of a fix.
Searching for the happiness you had as a child.
That kind of happiness is easily found as a kid and highly addictive.
The older you get, the harder it is to get back to.
But there are exceptions.
Here is the secret.
Every now and then, you run into one of those truly happy people, someone tapping the source naturally, not chemically.
When you find these people, figure out a way to include them in your life.
Because when you hang out with happy people, some of it may rub off on you.
And that is a good thing.