Tuesday, June 30, 2009

want some cane sugar

Day 306 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Forty five years ago this day a misanthrope was born.

Instead of a rattle in his little baby fist there was a miniature cane, and he immediately began shaking it at the big people.

He observed the world through rose-coloured glasses, because his parents had put them on him for pictures - they thought it was cute.

The years rolled on and the baby grew into a boy, then a man, then a old grump.

Throughout it all he observed the human condition and found it a terminal patient thriving on misery and the pacification of those not able to defend themselves mentally or physically.

The few glimmers of hope he spied along his journey were always quickly extinguished by the masses of unwell wishers.

It seemed many a time to be a futile existence, swimming in a fouled pool with so many angry sharks.

Half way through this twisted bowel of life, the misanthrope seemed stuck fast, like a hardened cancerous obstruction, causing constipation and pain.

Then, like a flash of stars behind the eyes from a blow on the head, the misanthrope realized that it was not the external world affecting his perceptions but rather the internal world which warped the incoming data to fit his mold, the one he formed with mini-cane in baby fist.

Oh . . .

. . . almost forgot.

Happy Birthday to me . . .

This bit of vitriol must be a direct reaction to the death of Farah Fawcett - she really is one of Charlie’s Angels now . . . - yeah, that must be it.

I’m a fun’n people . . . I’m is a vera happa now . . .

Until tomorrow’s less sarcastic blog post . . .

4 comments:

  1. Eugene9:17 am

    I'd wish you a Happy Birthday...but I'm not sure how you'd receive it. :-)

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  2. Zilla's Other Half11:25 am

    Ah - wish it to him anyway. Happy Birthday you old grump ;P

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  3. Funny, the word verification for this comment was "sodof" - now, what could that mean?

    ;)

    And I celebrated with 3 hours of tennis with nobody the wiser that I chronologically aged.

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  4. Happy Birthday Whiteman.

    Believe it or not, the verification word I have to type in to make this work is "caked"! Hilarious.

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