Oh, You Droney Drone You

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So, here are my theories on our N.J. drones…

  • These drones are leaving the state, then the country, because Trump won the election.
  • They are reconnaissance for a slowly amassing further attack on other corporate CEO’s.
  • Ah, it’s just kids.
  • Ah, it’s just adults.
  • It’s the F.B.I. itself throwing out something for the agency to make believe they will investigate for the safer comfort of the populace.
  • It’s NJ Gov. Murphy himself throwing out something for him to further ignore.
  • It’s Russia.

Look, it’s little or big (some folks have reported the drones being as big as cars?) groupings of the lights in the sky. But do I care? Not a blessed whit and wiggle. Am I scared? No more than I am about anything else happening up above me. Should our law enforcement agencies get on this? I guess, if they don’t have anything else going on. Do I think about these drones on a nightly basis? Not one bit, but then again, they aren’t buzzing my house, so I guess that could be annoying, I’ll grant you.

The thing is, there are plenty of mysteries I can’t explain and never want to. Some we find out are made-man, some anomalies of nature, still others we go lifetimes never figuring out. But most of those I don’t give any thought to. I don’t much care to know why stuff is unless that stuff bothers me on a regular basis…and it takes a lot to bother me. I had to learn the very basics of my computer and phone so I could use both (and more and more I am thinking of giving up my phone) but I still don’t use both to the fullest of their capacities (then again, I don’t use my brain to its fullest capacity, or, maybe I do…now there is food for thought). I can more or less dress myself (more less than more) and I keep myself relatively clean. I have some proficiency for playing guitar (only ‘some,’ many would say) and maybe for this writing thing (and that’s a big maybe to be sure). Beyond all that, even the most mundane tricks and trades of life, things plenty of other folks have figured out, elude me…and I don’t care.

So, drones, fly, be free. Be whatever you are and if you want to buzz by, I’ll put out plate of cookies or canister of oil, whichever is your fancy.

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