writing a weekly rant

When you hear the term “cowboy poet,” do you get a sort of tingly feeling at the nape of your neck? That’s embarrassment. You are stepping up and feeling shame for people who tragically lack the ability to feel it for themselves. Good on you. But are these poor souls really any worse than the woman strumming the cittern at the Renaissance Faire or an adult collector of Star Wars action figures? Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve got no problem with any of these people. They are simply being what I myself strive to be. Harmless nincompoops.