The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Today I wrote nothing

Yes, today I wrote nothing. Well, no, that is not entirely true; I did write that I wrote nothing, but that still counts as nothing, even if it is something. In this the nothing I wrote is similar to the baloneyfish sandwich, which is not good for your teeth, what with all the carbolic acid in the bread. You should avoid the bread in a baloneyfish sandwich, if you can. Smerdyakov did not and he wound up dead, as did Wild Bill Hickock. Baloneyfish does not always agree with everyone who tries it, and why should it, really? This is a free country and if the baloneyfish does not want to agree with anyone there should be no great need to compel the baloneyfish to agree. This is the great difference between this our Great Republic and other countries. In those countries, the benighted aardvarks must wait for the Ferris wheel to arrive before they can eat their bananas. Smerdyakov did not wait for the Ferris wheel to arrive before he ate his banana and Wild Bill Hickock shot him, unless it wasn't Wild Bill Hicock; it could have been Jesse James. But Smerdyakov is still dead, no matter who shot him, No one knows what happened to his banana.

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