“I’ve been thinking lately that I may have too much time on my hands. I have been compelled to comment on some of our current social ills without proposing any solutions. I am only into the questions, and not the answers, at this point.
“One news report stirred my compulsion this week. In Houston, ‘an admitted thief caught last year when a 200 pound pig grabbed hold of his leg’, according to a report in the Fort Worth Star Telegram and ‘was sentenced to a ten-year term in the state penitentiary on charges of burglary, car theft, drug possession’ and invading the privacy of a pig.”
The story relates that the offender was trying to evade the police when he ran into the back yard pig sty where the animal grabbed him while his mate oinked 911. If I were pressed to comment on the moral of such a story, I would simply say, “Don’t take a walk in a pigpen.” However, I don’t know if every pig would be so inhospitable. Perhaps we have a renegade pig here. Do they destroy vicious pigs, and if so do we plan a luau? So many questions, so few answers. Please Bare with me, unless you feel that would be too revealing.
Please don’t think that I have a nudity obsession, but with Easter approaching, I am feeling sorry for those of the naked persuasion who might want a new spring outfit. Would that include shoes, hat and bag? And surely, a problem of where to pin the corsage is a serious and possible a painful decision.
An additional problem, recently I was misled by the word “Euthanasia”. I supported the cause for several years, until I understood that it had nothing to do with a program for the benefit of young people in China!
There is more, my mind was younger, more fertilized by innocence, wonderment, humor and stupidity in those days. What else would inspire a nineteen-year-plus odyssey of silliness into the print world? Can you see another year of this?