Originally posted Tuesday, August 3; bumped.
What would a rodeo cowboy do?
Trying to live by the rules foisted on us daily by our cultural elites is enough to drive a man crazy. The rules keep changing, so why comply? Compliance is futile.
I was still in school when I noticed this about eating healthy -- whatever the latest study showed, another would appear next week that contradicted it. Why comply? I decided that the most reasonable advice was simply to partake moderately of a wide variety of foods. I haven't been perfect in following that rule, but to the extent that I have, I'm sure I've avoided a lot more trouble than what I've ended up in.
In the wider context, I've concluded the best rule is to live like a rodeo cowboy. What would a rodeo cowboy do?
The most obvious defining rules observed by such men and women are be polite, play fair, and be a good sport. In short, they live by eternal verities passed down for centuries by patriotic, hard-working people who make, build, and grow what every human society needs. They don't listen to ivory-tower pointy-heads who contemplate their own navels and propose new rules we're all supposed to live by, a new set of rules every day that contradicts the day before, none of which make sense to sensible men and women. Why comply?
A rodeo cowboy goes for it; he does his best; he takes his lumps, tips his hat to the crowd, and moves on to the next rodeo. He knows about all the variables facing him in his life, and he accepts them. He takes it on faith that they'll all even out in the long run, and meanwhile he'll trust in God and the luck of the draw.
We could all do worse.