I think I might have writers’ block. I know it’s presumptuous to say that. I ain’t no for real writer. Yes, I know I even stole that thought from
Joe Buck (Midnight Cowboy) – cleverer his: “I ain’t no for
real cowboy.”
It’s not that I don’t have things that I think about. Like what, you might inquire? Well…
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton leading in the poles of
their respective political parties – God help us.
The brutal rape and murder of a California woman, Marilyn
Pharis, by illegal immigrants; Victor Aureliano Martinez and Jose Fernando
Villagomez: sanctuary cities, political
correctness gone crazy, stupid and thoughtless politicians and law enforcement
personnel – disgusting, horrific, unconscionable, preventable. And who will take responsibility? No one.
Ferguson, Missouri:
What more can be said? Hopeless.
Nuclear treaty with the Iranians (whoops not a treaty),
agreement, I guess. Does anyone believe
the Iranians will honor the agreement?
Are we that stupid? Well, not us
– just the people who represent us.
National debt in excess of 18 trillion, getting bigger all the
time. Who will pay this back? Our children and grandchildren. Moreover, what fools are actually loaning the
United States money to squander on all the things this country really doesn’t
need.
Cecil the Lion. I
don’t know why anyone would want to be a ‘trophy’ hunter. Is this due to perceived sexual inadequacy? Well, heck, that same motivation is
undoubtedly in play with many of our politicians and CEOs (Hillary Clinton and
Donald Trump).
No, that was not Joe Buck’s problem. "I am one helluva stud."
What else? Let’s
see. I was sitting on the patio last
evening. It was nearing eight
o’clock. The honey bees were still
working among some purple flowers. I was
wondering when they were allowed to go home.
Where is home? How far is
it? And what do they do when they get
there. More importantly, are our
concerns more important than the honey bee?
Doubtful. His (or I should say
more precisely her) life is fairly basic.
You work, you eat, you socialize and you die. Are we so different?
Shakespeare, the genius; his plays have lost some relevance
over the years (1564 to 1616). Did you
know that he was reportedly 6’4” (although disputable)? He must have
been one tall dude, and what was he fed as a
child? The average male was approximately 5'5".
Watching a Shakespeare play is kind of like watching paint dry, but noisier. Sorry, just my opinion. There is, nonetheless, a certain snob appeal. Yes, I’ve actually seen a couple of his
plays. He is, however, eternally
quotable. One of my favorites – the only
quote of his that I bothered to memorize.
On the meaning of life:
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Macbeth
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Macbeth
True Nelson
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