Jack7
First Post
You're welcome to your opinions folks.
Then again, I'm welcome to mine.
Whether you like that or not is not my concern.
If you agree, we have something in common in this context, if not, I don't hold that against ya. Whether you agree or not, truth be told, I don't really think about it.
It's not important to me unless somebody else brings it up.
I presented this to give some people a different way of looking at how they play, or might play. If you're not one of those, that's fine by me. No skin off my teeth. I reckon I'll get along somehow.
The idea that playing for fun and playing for some greater value are diametrically opposed concepts, that's apparently the conclusion of some of you guys, I didn't suggest it. I suggested, in context, that escapism from reality is juvenile, if that's all you got. Escaping from reality.
People can read carefully and think about what the other fella is really saying, or not.
But in the end that's the choice of the fella doing the reading, and the paying attention.
But this all kinda reminds me of an old story.
I suspect a lot of people will misunderstand this one too, cause they will hear what they wanna hear instead of what is really being said.
Then again, that's life ain't it?
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AN OLD STORY
In the late 1800s an Indian Scout, a Buffalo Soldier and an old Yankee Corporal were traveling the West together. The Frontiers Wars were almost over and so all three men were now out of service, and out of a job. Having nothing else to do they decided they would all roam around out west together looking for work, hoping to land a job as a steer hand on a ranch, or maybe as a cowboy on a cattle drive.
After several weeks on the move their ammo was low and they hadn’t had much luck hunting anything either. None of em had eaten more than a rattlesnake in three days. About nightfall they were pitching camp and wondering what they were gonna do, when an old mountain man wandered into their camp.
The Yank Corporal took one look at the old geezer and said, “Might as well shove off old man, we ain’t got so much as a pot of coffee for ourselves or a chaw of tobacco to give you.”
“That’s okay,” said the old mountain goat. “I might can help you out then.”
“Have you got some grub?” asked the Buffalo Soldier.
“No,” said the old man. “But I got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“We can’t eat tricks you old fool,” scoffed the Yankee Corporal.
“You can if you believe in magic.”
The Yank and the Buffalo soldier both laughed out loud at the old man but the Indian walked over and sat down in front of him. The mountain man looked down at the Indian and gave him a toothless grin. “Do you believe in magic Mr. Redman?” the mountain man asked him, to which the Injun, in reply, gave him his hat.
“Very well then,” and the old mountain man took the hat, reached inside and in a few moments pulled out a nice long jackrabbit. The old man held the jackrabbit up, broke its neck and then gave it to the Injun. “If you’ll clean that for us partner then me and you will eat us a rabbit for dinner tonight.”
So the Injun took out his knife, gutted, and cleaned and dressed the rabbit and spit it over the fire. Pretty soon the Injun and the old man were eating the rabbit while the Yank and the Buffalo Soldier looked on with envy.
After they had eaten their fill the old mountain man said to the Yank and the black soldier, “Now would you like me to pull a rabbit out of your hats so you can eat a bit?”
But the Corporal just scoffed and said, “There ain’t no magic you old coot. You already had that rabbit before you pulled it out of that savage’s hat. You just fooled a fool is all, you wouldn’t fool me that way.”
“Yeah,” said the Buffalo Soldier. “You ain’t got no more rabbits, so you can’t fool me either.”
“Very well,” replied the old mountain man. “But by morning I’ll bet I can show you both a trick that’ll make you think twice about what you already think you know.”
“That’ll be the day,” laughed the Corporal, licking his dry and cracked lips.
So that was the end of that and eventually everyone fell asleep for the night.
When the Indian awoke the next morning the old man was already gone. But as he rose the Injun Scout saw a sight that completely shocked him. His two traveling companions were hogtied, facing each other and both were buck-naked. Their horses were dressed in the men’s pants, and each horse wore his rider’s hat. All of the two men’s equipment, their guns, and their gear were built into a little pile of letters which read, “Told ya so.”
The Injun took one look at this bizarre sight and began to grimly saddle his horse and gather his gear. About the time he mounted his two friends woke up. Realizing what had happened to them they yelled repeatedly for the Indian to cut them loose but he just ignored them. Finally as he was about to ride off the Yankee Corporal yelled, “Where are you going?!!”
“To track down the old man,” the Injun replied.
“Good idea,” said the Buffalo Soldier. “Bring him back here so we can all thrash him real good for what he done to us.”
“H*ll no,” replied the Injun emphatically while starting to walk his horse away.
“Well then,” asked the Corporal. “If you’re not going to bring him back here, why are you going after him?”
“To get him to teach me how he does the things he does,” laughed the Injun. “You think I want to end up starving and naked like you two idiots?"
Then again, I'm welcome to mine.
Whether you like that or not is not my concern.
If you agree, we have something in common in this context, if not, I don't hold that against ya. Whether you agree or not, truth be told, I don't really think about it.
It's not important to me unless somebody else brings it up.
I presented this to give some people a different way of looking at how they play, or might play. If you're not one of those, that's fine by me. No skin off my teeth. I reckon I'll get along somehow.
The idea that playing for fun and playing for some greater value are diametrically opposed concepts, that's apparently the conclusion of some of you guys, I didn't suggest it. I suggested, in context, that escapism from reality is juvenile, if that's all you got. Escaping from reality.
People can read carefully and think about what the other fella is really saying, or not.
But in the end that's the choice of the fella doing the reading, and the paying attention.
But this all kinda reminds me of an old story.
I suspect a lot of people will misunderstand this one too, cause they will hear what they wanna hear instead of what is really being said.
Then again, that's life ain't it?
___________________________________________________________________________
AN OLD STORY
In the late 1800s an Indian Scout, a Buffalo Soldier and an old Yankee Corporal were traveling the West together. The Frontiers Wars were almost over and so all three men were now out of service, and out of a job. Having nothing else to do they decided they would all roam around out west together looking for work, hoping to land a job as a steer hand on a ranch, or maybe as a cowboy on a cattle drive.
After several weeks on the move their ammo was low and they hadn’t had much luck hunting anything either. None of em had eaten more than a rattlesnake in three days. About nightfall they were pitching camp and wondering what they were gonna do, when an old mountain man wandered into their camp.
The Yank Corporal took one look at the old geezer and said, “Might as well shove off old man, we ain’t got so much as a pot of coffee for ourselves or a chaw of tobacco to give you.”
“That’s okay,” said the old mountain goat. “I might can help you out then.”
“Have you got some grub?” asked the Buffalo Soldier.
“No,” said the old man. “But I got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“We can’t eat tricks you old fool,” scoffed the Yankee Corporal.
“You can if you believe in magic.”
The Yank and the Buffalo soldier both laughed out loud at the old man but the Indian walked over and sat down in front of him. The mountain man looked down at the Indian and gave him a toothless grin. “Do you believe in magic Mr. Redman?” the mountain man asked him, to which the Injun, in reply, gave him his hat.
“Very well then,” and the old mountain man took the hat, reached inside and in a few moments pulled out a nice long jackrabbit. The old man held the jackrabbit up, broke its neck and then gave it to the Injun. “If you’ll clean that for us partner then me and you will eat us a rabbit for dinner tonight.”
So the Injun took out his knife, gutted, and cleaned and dressed the rabbit and spit it over the fire. Pretty soon the Injun and the old man were eating the rabbit while the Yank and the Buffalo Soldier looked on with envy.
After they had eaten their fill the old mountain man said to the Yank and the black soldier, “Now would you like me to pull a rabbit out of your hats so you can eat a bit?”
But the Corporal just scoffed and said, “There ain’t no magic you old coot. You already had that rabbit before you pulled it out of that savage’s hat. You just fooled a fool is all, you wouldn’t fool me that way.”
“Yeah,” said the Buffalo Soldier. “You ain’t got no more rabbits, so you can’t fool me either.”
“Very well,” replied the old mountain man. “But by morning I’ll bet I can show you both a trick that’ll make you think twice about what you already think you know.”
“That’ll be the day,” laughed the Corporal, licking his dry and cracked lips.
So that was the end of that and eventually everyone fell asleep for the night.
When the Indian awoke the next morning the old man was already gone. But as he rose the Injun Scout saw a sight that completely shocked him. His two traveling companions were hogtied, facing each other and both were buck-naked. Their horses were dressed in the men’s pants, and each horse wore his rider’s hat. All of the two men’s equipment, their guns, and their gear were built into a little pile of letters which read, “Told ya so.”
The Injun took one look at this bizarre sight and began to grimly saddle his horse and gather his gear. About the time he mounted his two friends woke up. Realizing what had happened to them they yelled repeatedly for the Indian to cut them loose but he just ignored them. Finally as he was about to ride off the Yankee Corporal yelled, “Where are you going?!!”
“To track down the old man,” the Injun replied.
“Good idea,” said the Buffalo Soldier. “Bring him back here so we can all thrash him real good for what he done to us.”
“H*ll no,” replied the Injun emphatically while starting to walk his horse away.
“Well then,” asked the Corporal. “If you’re not going to bring him back here, why are you going after him?”
“To get him to teach me how he does the things he does,” laughed the Injun. “You think I want to end up starving and naked like you two idiots?"
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