Monday Boxing: No Insecurity, No Insecurity, You’re the Insecurity Edition

Validation. Some of us require it a little too much. Over here, we already had a healthful mistrust of con-men emotionally needy self-promoters, and this is like a booster shot.

The more validation you need/seek/cajole/coax/wheedle/demand/force at gunpoint from the outside, the less you have going on on the inside. Now, that’s just a guess, just a hunch. Everyone has them, these hunches and guesses. But that’s just a hunch, just a guess. You see it a lot on the SOcial MEdia and on the message-forums, this incessant and self-important need for ’round-the-clock validation. But again, that’s just us observing, nothing more really than a hunch, a guess. Everyone has them, these hunches and guesses.

Mountain
Race 3: #5 South Upper (early) – #7 Fivekindsofcrazy (!)
Race 8: #2 Won Fast Bullet – #3 Epic Sails
Race 9: #10 Precious Beth – #1 Hollywood Hallie

SunRay
Race 7: #6 I’m a Dancin Who – #2 Explosive Spy
Race 8: #3 P J’s Gold – #2 Gabby Who
Race 9: #1 Forgotaboutme – #5 Blasting Acdc

Thank you. Best wishes. Goodbye. Mike Pence, God-fearing gentleman, goes to worship every Sunday, maybe even more frequently. Don Trump Sr. golfs on Sunday, but does he sneak in a little time at church like the true Christian he calls himself? How ’bout it?