As expected, Michael T. and I spent a few hours discussing politics, religion and other aspects of life in general yesterday morning. I’m not really sure why I enjoy these discussions because we never come to any conclusion as to how to really solve any problems. And speaking for myself only, I never even come away with any understanding of how to solve my own faults much less those of society. The discussion is fun nonetheless. I suspect Michael and I are so close to being on the same wavelength that it is nice not to have to continually explain what we consider to be obvious as we often do with others. Michael asked the rhetorical question, “How can people be such sheep?” or something to that nature. I think this is the central theme of our distress with the world as we know it. People just blindly going along without question.
Shortly after I got home yesterday Ben phoned home to tell me the school nurse was sending him home because he has Pink Eye. I called the doctor office and they phoned in a prescription for antibiotic eye drops. Of course, I had to wait nearly 15 minutes for the idiots at the pharmacy to enter Ben’s information into their computer because he had never received anything from them before. Always the customer who has to wait to satisfy their stupid policy. I managed to get the eye drops into his eyes without blinding him.
A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.
“Good morning,” said the young man. “If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.”
“Go away,” said the old lady. “I haven’t got any money, I’m broke!”
As she proceeded to close the door, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open. “Don’t be too hasty,” he said. “Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.” And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.
“If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder.” The old lady stepped back and said, “Well I hope you’ve got a damned good appetite, because they cut off my electricity this morning.”
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