The title is sarcastic. I was assaulted the day after my sixtieth birthday. Around 9:30 or 10 p.m. as it was getting dark, someone called out "Who's in the tent?" We didn't immediately reply in part because there was traffic noise, he was likely drunk as he smelled of beer and was slurring his words and my sons didn't immediately understand what he was saying, plus it's a strange thing for someone to ask. Usually, someone is asking if you are someone they already know and promptly leave when it turns out you aren't. Before the tent door was fully open, he hit me in the face with a heavy metal object that turned out to be a gun and justified the assault with "You didn't tell me your name." It was a brief scuffle, thirty seconds or a minute, and the first physical altercation of that sort of my life and I was hit repeatedly in the face and left quite bloody. Early on, I picked up my phone because I've been in other confrontations that ende...
A Critique of Astrology