The turkeys are hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement.
–Les Nessman
Maybe that’s what happens in Cincinnati; here in NoVA, our turkey is atop a bunch of charcoal and hickory chunks; the smoke wafts upward towards the cold, cloudy, gray sky, and blends in nicely.
Not exactly Over the River and Through the Woods, but good enough for old five and dimers like me.
Happy Thanksgiving!
-k-
You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by
legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person
receives without working for, another person must work for
without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody
anything that the government does not first take from
somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they
do not have to work because the other half is going to
take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea
that it does no good to work because somebody else is going
to get what they work for, that my friend, is about the end of
a nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.1
Or more succinctly:
Put your head between your knees.
Then kiss your ass goodbye.
We have fallen, without a shot being fired.
-k-
I still have a weblog, though you couldn’t tell it of late. If it weren’t for cheesy series like the punchlines, I’d have little to post. From one of MLB’s email jokesters:
“I thought so too,” said Mildred, “but this one’s eatin’ my popcorn”
-k-
MLB’s ficus tree, which(whom?) she has named George, is now in his winter quarters here at tbbsWorldHQ.
As she likes to say, “He called my name” when she bought him at Long’s or Lucky’s during our exile period in California in the 1980′s. And George lives!
So, it’s now my job to make George comfortable, starting in the vernal warmth, wherein I schlep him outside. In the autumnal chills, that now have descended into freezes, I dutifully bring George back into the warmth of the house, where he spends the winter.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
We’re now in the fall repeat cycle, and MLB is smiling.
I’ve never seen George smile, but a smiling MLB trumps a dead George any day.
Being a good husband since 1979, I faithfully remain.
-k-