There are some who would be inclined to regard the servile pliancy of the Executive to a prevailing current, either in the community or in the legislature, as its best recommendation. But such men entertain very crude notions, as well of the purposes for which government was instituted, as of the true means by which the public happiness may be promoted. The republican principle demands that the deliberate sense of the community should govern the conduct of those to whom they entrust the management of their affairs; but it does not require an unqualified complaisance to every sudden breeze of passion, or to every transient impulse which the people may receive from the arts of men, who flatter their prejudices to betray their interests. It is a just observation, that the people commonly INTEND the PUBLIC GOOD. This often applies to their very errors. But their good sense would despise the adulator who should pretend that they always REASON RIGHT about the MEANS of promoting it. They know from experience that they sometimes err; and the wonder is that they so seldom err as they do, beset, as they continually are, by the wiles of parasites and sycophants, by the snares of the ambitious, the avaricious, the desperate, by the artifices of men who possess their confidence more than they deserve it, and of those who seek to possess rather than to deserve it. When occasions present themselves, in which the interests of the people are at variance with their inclinations, it is the duty of the persons whom they have appointed to be the guardians of those interests, to withstand the temporary delusion, in order to give them time and opportunity for more cool and sedate reflection. Instances might be cited in which a conduct of this kind has saved the people from very fatal consequences of their own mistakes, and has procured lasting monuments of their gratitude to the men who had courage and magnanimity enough to serve them at the peril of their displeasure.

Polar Bears United Together Today Society

I was down at the lodge today and got talking to my friends about our little neck of the ice floe. We got into a rather heated discussion about it. Then my Grandpappy Polar Pete came in, swatted some heads, and was generally a bruiser sort. He started this story about how different the world today; how the youth just don’t know how good they’ve got it. Well, I was of a disagreeable sort with him. He told me about all that ice years ago; I said it made me cold to even think of that much ice. Of course, the amount we’ve got is perfect, almost…

Humans have become rather irritating in the past fifteen years. They have these big glassy and black objects that just appear out of nowhere from beneath the ice. Really now, you’d think they could show a tad site more decency! I’m told it’s the work of this Gore fella’… I like the name myself, but apparently he made some movie called An Inconvenient Truth that talks about the ice disappearing. If you ask me, it’s rather inconvenient these black things keep showing up and breaking up my ice!

Even worse, there’s this positive… geek that gets up every morning that comes out of a tent and watches us for a good twenty minutes. Perv. How would he like it if we decided to come watch him? He seems to have a lot of friends, but they don’t visit him often. One night, we went in there and tipped all his trash cans. It’s what us bears do for a good time. Too bad he doesn’t have any cows (so we could tip them – I love tippin cows).

Our summer home used to be rather… nice. Short, but nice. Well, now it’s getting warmer, and we got this short green stuff that’s sticks up through the ice. My buddy Mo calls it “grass;” what the hell is grass? It’s soft, but damn if I wouldn’t rather have good old ice and snow.

There’ve been these big oddly striped whales started coming through, because we lost enough ice… I didn’t know whales had boxes and sticks attached to em, straight out of their back. You gotta’ wonder, what he’s thinking with that crap on. It’s rather hard to swim straight, you know, like we can (so strong muscular we are).

My other friend, Polar Bob, who is somehow related to my mother’s second cousin (you know how in-laws can be), is a card carrying member of the Polar Bears United Together Today Society. He stopped by the ice bar after Grandpappy got done with us and talked about our new neighbors. They’m’s look a tad bit on the strange side… we’ve been seeing some strange looking animals come with’m to boot. Mosquitoes, I can deal with… when they’re the size of my head though?!

The fish just don’t taste the same either. Maybe the human knows about it. I asked mah mama about the fish, and all she could answer with was with, “PCB.” I’ve since discovered that the fish really don’t taste the same; they have this crap called pesticides in them that gets to high enough concentrations and starts affectin the taste. And the smell. In fact, it seems it has been a while since I last saw my mama’s friend, Freezing Frederickson… Wonder where she went (possibly taken by one of those black things?…).

But the worst of all, is that the ice keeps disappearing. Last summer, it disappeared completely! Did you hear about the other day? Whitiey just lost his fifth patch of ice. My colleagues and I can share similar stories about favorite ice patch, ice skating, and ice floating. Shudder… there’s always more to be had, which is the good thing! Of course, me an the boys came to the conclusion that if the ice keeps disappear’n, we’ll have to lose some weight. All that fat we’ve got just can’t be supported in the summer, what with the amount of time between summer and winter.

Is this perhaps a guy-thing? That there’s the sweet guy [girl] in all of us, but not always is it immediately visible to those immediately surrounding us? If so, than I’m not as special as I thought I was (thanks for the ego boost and the subsequent ego loss! ;D). If not, which guys are the sweet ones inside that you know in person? Or, are there guys you think might be sweet, but haven’t gotten to know? Why haven’t you gotten to know them? Do you think you’ll be injured in the process somehow? Or do they just so easily and quickly put you off that you’re in the uncomfortable position of thinking but not knowing that there’s a soft core inside?

I think that in speaking on many things, I come across as harsh, or not-caring, or even as if I’m not trying to help in some way. This frustrates both me and the person who I am trying to help, to no end. I’m sure that this contributes in some way to public opinion… How can I fix that? I know no other way than attempting to reach out when somebody asks for help, but are there times when it would be possible for me to show that I really am this guy that would really like to help?

Or perhaps I’m inputting a little too much thought into the question, especially given that it is so late and that so many are probably disinterested in a little post on Facebook (ooo, another question to mull over!)? What do you think? Leave a note on the Facebook status in question, or here if you have a WordPress account! Even, email me about an answer, if you are unable to do one of those two things.