We had a birthday party for the boy last night. He turned four this week.
So today I am cleaning up and straightening the house and went over with the wife the things I need to do to organize. Not just from the party but some other home maintenance stuff I had been putting off.
I need to list some stuff on Armslist that I haven’t shot in… forever, to make room for new stuff.
We took a break for lunch and I’m warming up leftovers.
Then a thought dawned on me like light from above.
I am nothing terribly special. I am engineer in Alabama, my wife is a librarian. I do not come from aristocracy, I am not a descendant of any nobility or tribal chieftain. I’m just a guy with job.
I have a house. In my house I have two refrigerators and two gun safes.
They are both full. Full.
Across much of the rest of the world, and most of the 10,000 year history of human civilization, that much food, firepower, and opulence I would have to be god-king or emperor.
In modern America, all that makes me is solidly middle class.
Think about that for a moment.
God Bless America.