Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?

In today's world of craziness, I feel like I should reflect on the mania and give my two cents. I was even thinking about going off on a little rant about america, guns, and people sidelined as "other". But, rants aren't really useful, unless you're face to face with someone and they can give their three or four cents back. So, instead, I'd like to offer a possible solution (tongue firmly planted in cheek): smencils. That's right, I said smencils. Just saying it is a good time. They are gourmet scented pencils made from recycled newspapers. It's just a thought, but maybe, if we started our kids out early, all the same way, with the idea that something like a simple pencil can be a soothing thing, instead of a minor weapon (smeeelll the pencil, don't jab the lead in your little friend's leg, just smeeellll....) we might all be better off as adults.