Life is just a pick-a-nick on Primrose Lane...
Discrimination is a terrible thing…terrible! Everybody says so! There should be a world without discrimination….Yeah! If you’re just completely ’n utterly terminally stupid!
Everybody discriminates. We do it every day. Generally without having to even think about it…
For breakfast, we have healthy nuts ’n grains swimming in coconut milk instead of those nasty, artery-clogging animal fats that we wash down with (shudder) coffee that we dilute with fatty cow’s milk ’n that bane of the modern world…processed sugar!
We carry that kind of discrimination with us all through the day, lunch, dinner, snacks…
If we don’t smoke, our smug superiority allows us to lord it over those friends ’n neighbors too weak-minded or possibly too evil to give up the vile ’n obnoxious weed. That’s discrimination, friends.
If we choose manicured lawns over the tangled jungles of some of our neighbors, that’s discrimination!
And if some of our higher-minded neighbors with their drought-friendly stone ’n cactus yards look down on us, well that’s just discriminatory ’n shouldn’t be allowed. I mean, there ought’a be a law…Right?
And that nasty old discrimination takes in a lot of territory…whether we shower or bathe in a tub (or, p’haps dispense with bathing altogether)…that’s discrimination. What kind of soap you use…or don’t use…that’s discrimination.
We’re a nation of discriminators. “Hellfire,” as my old daddy use’ta say, we’re a whole entire world of discriminators. Everywhere you turn, somebody is discriminating. I swear, there really should, ought’a be a law…
Well, thank God the good ole US of A has got the common sense to pass laws forbidding discrimination ’n making us all equal in the process….President Obama gets it! We should all be equal, every one of us…I’m just waiting for the day when Millyrose ’n me (Millyrose ’n I) can go hop on one of them free government jet planes ’n go on a $4o million dollar vacation….
I c’n just see that happening….well, in my mind’s eye, I c’n see that happening but only ‘cuz I got m’self a world-class imagination…
Yeah, right! I wonder who am I think I’m trying to fool? One of these days when pigs fly…otherwise, I guess it’s just my bad luck that I appear t’be permanently blocked from ever seeing ‘The Big Picture’….
Cream rises to the top, I’m told by those who puport t’be in the know and it takes someone special, someone with a real outsized ego to imagine themselves in the kind of situation where they c’n take their wives ’n kids on a $4o million dollar romp to various ’n sundry places around the world ’n do it just knowing all the time that somebody else is gonna pay for it….
Well, I got places to do ’n things to go this AM so…later gator...
1 comment:
love love love your stuff...and its read with an accent! its a southern hillbilly right?
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