Category Archives: Funnies

Copper Pig

We’re going to the Copper Pig for lunch.

Puddy had green fried tomato and alligator tail. Not sure what I ate.

Con Irony

Well, ok, so the Cons don’t get irony. It’s still ironic that our status-conscious Cons don’t know their place in the social hierarchy. How else do we end up with public servants trying to order their employers around? And endorsing their cohorts and superiors. Chamber maids promoting the housekeeper.

Preference for Personalities, Prognostication and Prejudice

Competitions for public office seem to bring out a preference for personalities, prognostication and prejudice. Presumably, those proclivities are always present and the competition just brings them to the fore. Maybe that’s true of close observers of any competition. If one is interested in the outcome of a competition/contest/conflict, then those responses are a given. For the disinterested observer, they’re not.

Interest is a funny word. Haven’t thought about it much.

Is that what competitions are for, to generate interest?

Constipation

Is that the Cons’ problem? Is a constant state of constipation what accounts for their persistent irritability and gloomy demeanor? Is that what the kerfuffles over gender-designated public toilets is supposed to distract us from? Is there a fear that if not-males see males having a hard time shitting, their sense of superiority will somehow be diminished? Are the kerfuffles over toilets supposed to wean us from bathroom humor? ‘Cause, it’s not funny, you know???!!!
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Same old, same old

In 1945, my mother evacuated Austria with a similar load of baggage. Somehow, the clueless get a pass. Perhaps it’s the relief people feel when they’re finally shut of them.
To travel in style

What if the pay-offs from Wall Street were just intended to make Hillary go away?

“Deep in the Bight of Georgia”

Puddy’s Lament

The signs of blight are big, not slight,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.
The sand dunes lie not wide or high,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.

Let’s do what’s right, and fight the blight,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia,
Or S.I.A. will have its way,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.

The septic tanks along the banks
Deep in the Bight of Georgia
Deprive me of the beach I love
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.

Dune buggies wail along the trail
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.
Sea turtles rush as toilets flush
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.

The dolphins cry, don’t let us die,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.
Bull dozers snarl and snarl and snarl,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.

The signs of blight are big, not slight,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.
The sand dunes lie not wide or high,
Deep in the Bight of Georgia.