When I first moved to my current home about 40 years ago, the four of us went to a nice place a few miles away. After we spent the day there, we went to a drive-in restaurant. My older son put away a foot-long chili dog and a 1/4 pound hamburger, not to mention the fries. I would guess it would attest to a hard day at play.
Then, of course, we headed home, or at least I thought we did. The area was sparsely populated and I was not familiar with it. However, after about fifteen minutes, I started thinking I did something wrong.
I stepped out of the car and realized the sun was behind me. Up to this point, I was convinced that I was going west. Wow! Was that a rude awakening? The worst part was that I was low on gas and had no idea which way to go to the nearest gas station. Fortunately, I made the right decision and went north where I found a station in a few miles. Finally, we actually did head home, west.
I made a mistake, one that I seldom make. I went the wrong way. I guess I am not alone. I heard about a pilot who thought he was going west and flew east to Ireland. Most suspect that he did it on purpose in order to get around some kind ruling by the government. There was also a football player who actually ran toward the wrong goal line. Now that has to be embarrassing. No one wants to score for the other team, especially in front of thousands of fans.
To be sure, it is sometimes a good thing to stop and take our bearings. Sometimes, no matter how sure we are, we just might be going the wrong direction. Certainly, no matter how convinced we are that we are going the wrong direction, we just might be headed toward disaster. Had I not stopped and checked, I would have run out of gas. There is no telling how long how long I would have had to wait for help.
If someone takes off from San Francisco in a little Cessna and goes west, he will not ever reach Reno no matter how convinced he is that he is going east. It might not hurt to look down and see what is below him. If the weather doesn’t permit, maybe he can use his VOR or maybe his GPS. If he is convinced all the instruments are wrong, he is going to be in trouble. That little plane is going to run out of gas before reaching land.
One thing I have personally noticed is that any time dummycrats and lobbyists get together, the Dummycrats will invariably end up going the wrong way. During their recent little stay in Porto Rico, I understand that there were more than 4 lobbyists for each dummycrat. Now that is a recipe for disaster. Nothing good can come from such a thing. Invariably, the Dummycrats will end up going the wrong direction and the lobbyist will do all they know to convince them they are going the right way. Moreover, by the time the dummycrats figure it out, there might not be any gas stations around. They just might be surrounded by open seas.