What’s a Ronin to do?

Okay, so I’m not just another voice in the wilderness, trying to warn the natives before the powers that be get out the “ugly stick.”

I’m special. I know it’s true, because my Mom told me repeatedly, just before fastening the chinguard on the football helmet I wore to ride to school, via the “short bus.”

Seriously, like many other observant people, I’ve watched the madness long enough to know that unless we actually DO something soon… we’re all bound for “hell in a handbasket.”

I’m not a Rhodes Scholar, I’m a scholar of the road. I’ve attended the “big schools” a time or three, I’ve traveled the width and breadth of the planet, and I’ve seen the heights and the depths that man can achieve, with the assistance of properly bottled oxygen.

I’ve lived in crackhouses, caves, and even mansions. I’ve slept in huts on the edge of a glacier, my car, and even slings while hanging from a rock face, as well as a comfortable bed or two…

I’ve fought with giants, played peek-a-boo in banana republics, and argued the plight of man with self-professed saints.

(Incidentally, anyone who tells you about their own sainthood, probably isn’t.)

In fact, I’ve even been known to ask an intelligent question or two.

I’m easily bored, but not easily led. I’m open to suggestion, but firm in resolve. In fact, I’ve been called “stubborn” more often than my given name.

I’m addicted to drugs, but not the kind you can buy on street corners. My drug of choice is adrenaline, and you only get it in massive doses, usually while jumping out of airplanes, hanging off a granite wall, or  while hunting those who are hunting you.

I’m not a poet, or a prophet, or even a psychic. I’ve been called a psycho, but it runs in my family, so it’s appearance in my profile doesn’t shock me in the slightest.

I march to the beat of a different drummer, in a blend I like to call “jazz-fusion justice.” I’m used to people looking at me incredulously, because I know that understanding is often based on where you’ve been, and some of us never get out of the county we were born in.

Those of my ilk aren’t the “conforming PTA’ers” next door. I’m the one standing off to one side, sitting with my back to the wall, watching the parade go by, while I wait for the bad guys to appear.

I don’t trust anyone I can’t best by myself, and I believe that “government” is often just another word for “place filled with sheep.”

And I’m not alone, out here. Those of my tribe live by rules of our own creation, in a land far more severe than the street you live on. We do what we have to do, not necessarily what we want to do. We hold ourselves to a higher standard, where right and wrong are measured against a mirror, and not necessarily the direction that the wind is presently blowing in from.

We aren’t terrorists, or fundamentalists, we’re just concerned citizens of the planet trying to live long enough to see our kids graduate high school, without horror or mayhem creeping in to mess up the family dynamic.

We’re used to people not understanding our motives or mechanisms. We stand out, by standing up. We have no problem leaving the room, if we get bored.

After all, we don’t suffer fools gladly.

We can identify with those men and women who sailed the prairies in schooners of wood, searching out a new place, one where they could make their way without obstruction or interference. We understand intimately those men and women who took responsibility for their survival and their way of life, by flapping from the handlebars and facing the elements, come what may.

And, when we were growing up, we didn’t want to be astronauts or firemen, we wanted to be pirates…

So, miscast in time, here I am, trying to make sense of it all.

Now that you’re here, grab an oar and put your back into it! Argh!

6 Responses to “What’s a Ronin to do?”

  1. hoh at 12:21 am #

    love whom you are but have a big dislike for those that can only get high by deliberatley putting their lives at risk – for the adrenalin rush – of course it’s their right to do so but something is out of balance – i guess it’s the mayham they will cause in the lives of those that love them when they take it too far and their children and friends will have to deal with the agony of dealing with the death of their loved one prematurly – a definition of addiction i’ve read – is that it is life threttening. eventually it kills you – balance is a great rush too! at least getting there is
    as the french say “shack on son gu” [fonetically spelt!] to each their own [taste]
    bloody hell – sorry about that!

  2. renaissanceronin at 7:14 am #

    Hi hoh,
    Sometimes, to find out who you are, you have to test your boundaries. It’s in that gray area between “black and white,” that life is actually lived, in my experience. The trick, is in the “balance.” LOL!

    Thanks for stopping by!


  3. CCS at 12:46 am #

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  4. Bob Davis at 11:38 pm #

    Very few ever prepare for a fire, small or catastrophic. Many will of course install locks, lights, alarm systems to scare burglars (sometimes they include fire alarms as an add on). Everyone fears their stuff being stolen. Rarely do people believe a fire will harm them. I have been in the fire service for forty years, career and volunteer and don’t recall more than a handful of smoke alarms alerting residents of fire or a person use a fire extinguisher effectively, if at all. Even at the time of my retirement last year less than 50% of homes even have smoke detectors Those that do have them often disable them for or because of the battery.

    Trying to get homeowners living in the Wildland /Urban Interface to prepare their homes and structures for wildfire seems futile. Even with legislation on a state or local level enforcement and cooperation is hard to come by. Even enforcement is dismal or non-existent in many areas. Access for fire equipment (private roads and driveways) hampers apparatus response, arrival or effective placement at a fire. Vegetation unbroken by defensible spacing, poor maintenance of roofs, debris surrounding the structures, thoughtless use of open burning (fire pits, barbecues, burn barrels etc.) simply abound.

    Until those of us that live in WUI areas take serious responsibility for our own welfare vs. wildfire destruction we will continue to see these massive loss scenarios across the west. There is far more that is needed to curb massive wildfire threats but for those who live “out” there are some reasonable, low cost measures that can have an effect on ours and our neighbors safety from the WUI fire threat.

    Just my two cents worth


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