I am forever fascinated by my wife Carol's perceptions and pleasures. As to perceptions, the other day we were sitting outside (first spring day, at last) watching the birds that she so assiduously feeds. As we watched, out of nowhere came a Carol concept. "What if birds had teeth". This of course led to wondering what it would be like if Piranhas could fly. That set off a stream of conscience discussion of the sport of shooting migrating Piranhas as well as how to protect the population from marauding fish.
Regarding pleasure, we have two cats, George and Gracie (as in George Burns and Gracie Allen for those of you that do not have a burning love of comedians through the ages). We maintain an inventory of little stuffed toys as playthings for the cats. Each night after we go to bed we hear these horrible cat cries as they come down the hallway and into the bed room.. Each morning we that see under our bed and in the hallway, the carcass's of little stuffed toys. They apparently are the gifts that cats so love bringing those that make eating so easy for them. (As a cartoon once said, "Cats signed the Declaration of Indifference")
"Democracy is three wolves and a sheep voting on what's for dinner."
On other matters (as I have not been current in Denny BS) the President, who seemed to offer so much, was (as the Onion put it) replaced by a replicant whose policies are so far from what he was saying and so far from what this nation needs. I am not sure when this happened but I am now calling him the origami president; touch him and he folds.
I am greatly comforted by the fact that is not my problem as I will be no more when the bill comes due. Those of you that remain, you will continue to have half assed schools (as many are right now), Infrastructure that falls down on a slightly windy day, Oligarchs picking your pocket at every turn and then tell you they are taxed too much, (which reminded me of an old saying "you may call it trickle down theory of economics, I call it pissing on my back), Water that taste like a sewer and Air that you can cut with a knife. On that last item I remember in the late 1940's in Pasadena, CA how the air was so full of smog that it hurt the lungs to breathe.
There I got that out of my craw. I must admit though that I am not sure what a craw is except some fish have them and Cajuns love them. To close this bit of mind dump I present you with a quote from Bill Hicks:
"They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference."
