Why So Serious?

Gardenlover said:
I'm happy that everyone has different tastes. I find it funny how some people tend to defend their choices (on so many things - sadly I include myself in this category at times). Breathe in, breathe out, relax it will be okay.
Let's live in peace as much as it's possible, although your Chevy truck still isn't as nice as my Ford. ;)
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I agree Gardenlover, I know that everyone is different and we all like different things, so I don't expect everyone to agree with me and even if I don't agree with them, I respect their right to hold their own opinion. I don't try to bully, control or change anyone's minds, just not in my nature.

BTW, your Ford and that Chevy is nowhere near as nice as my Dodge. :D

Aunt Bea said:
I enjoy hearing different ideas, thoughts, and opinions but I don't understand why some people need to become judgemental or disagreeable when they encounter someone that thinks differently than they do.

"You can disagree without being disagreeable." - Ruth Bader Ginsburg
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That's how I am too Bea and will often agree to disagree. Live and let live is the motto I follow, life is too short to be judgemental or argumentative....makes no sense in the long run. I figure we're all special individuals, we were all born alone and will leave alone, we all had different life experiences, some pleasant and some not so much. We should really all support each other and live in peace like Gardenlover said. Silly not to, really. ☮
 
Gardenlover said:
Go get'em tiger. I don't recall blaspheming farmers or ranchers, perhaps your beef is that I don't share your same zeal on the subject?
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Well, I don't expect anyone in this forum to feel like I do, perhaps because they nothing very little-to-nothing about both. It's one thing to live around farms/ranches and another to actually have worked on one...…...like I did. However, I'd much rather take care of cattle than hogs. And, I totally knew where all of the pork, and even beef, came from in our basement freezer.
 

I know nothing about ranching, but, when I left home, I went to work on a New England dairy farm. Nothing teaches life better than milking 45 head of cows by hand when the power went out. (a poor farmer. no generator), or getting up at 4am and hand shoveling the cow poo and running the wheelbarrow out a skinny ramp in the dark to the manure pile, (careful not to run off the end) then spreading said pile with one of those old time spreaders that flung more poo up my back than on the field :mad: Then came the times you had to butcher the hogs, and sometimes a cow. :sick: What I learned was you worked hard all summer and then worked harder all winter getting everything ready for the next summer. And, forget a day off. Them cows needed milking twice a day. 🐄 Oh yeah, had to get the hay in before it rained.
Didn't take me long to see I didn't want to farm, but, the farmers daughter was awful pretty. ;)
 
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