Oh dear, (or should that be 'Oh deer"),
I grow old.
Perhaps more germane, I grow weary. As all old men, (sexist), must: we all of us grow old.
I try (truly I do), to not be 'that bloke'...
"It was better in my day".
"You youngsters don't know the meaning of hunger".
"If it wasn't for my generation, you would all be speaking German (insert your own prejudice if you feel slighted)."
However.
With age, comes certain entitlements. I can moan like a bastard if I want, and I will dish out advice (un-asked for) ad nauseam.
Yeah. Sometimes growing old, comes with advantages - you get to rant; and everyone gets to listen.
I am saddened.
Saddened about how the world is.
Generally saddened.
Big stuff going on in the world. We all (most of us - well some of us) have heard, read the news. Big stuff is always going on in the world. Big stuff, has always gone on. Ask your Grandparents - they will tell you. All of it depressing.
Now: back to the thread.
DMQ.
FFS!
I did my DSCI, and DSCII back in the Dark Ages. It was the hardest (DSCII) thing, I have ever done. It was the best thing I have ever done. It is the 'certificate' (and I have a few), which means the most to me. It means something.
Just so happens, I did all of my (three) culls on the Sika. It took nearly three years, with a man whom I grew to know, and much admire. I met him again this year on Rannoch Moor. Adam, if you are reading this (you won't be), I doff my cap to you. It was a journey; and I suspect it was painful for us both. However, at least you did not have to pay for the privilege of taking me under your wing. Nor should you.
I learned so much more that deer.
Spoiler alert.
If you are happy with the way the DMQ has 'evolved', then look away now...you will not like what is coming.
You still reading?
Then don't moan about what happens next.
DMQ. Society. Is in a race to the bottom...
Social media is not blameless.
I know SD is also 'social media' - although recent posts ("Ethical Ranges") may suggest it is actually 'anti-social media'.
Young 'Bucks' measuring their 'di@@s', antis infiltrating the site, or maybe, just "Big Brother" and his 'Bot"...
Who knows?
Perhaps more importantly, 'Who cares?'
Still. Too much doom and gloom is no good for anyone - so let me lift the mood.
I recently picked up a rather splendid addition to my 'Black Power' arsenal.
They don't make them anymore, so nice to get my sticky little paws on one...
Whilst this post, may appear a wee bit depressing (because it actually is), this rather clever VRM made me smile on my way home this week...
So perhaps life is not so bad?
Perhaps you just need to get the right prescription from your optician...
Just the thoughts of an angry old man. Angry about being old; and angry about how the world seems to be collapsing in on itself, (it has always been collapsing in on itself), as he (you, everyone), looks helplessly on...