Morning Constitutional

Sacrifices never apply to the powerful. Michigan Governor Rick Snyder will still be comfortable after reducing his salary to one dollar/year. Retired workers paying higher taxes on their pensions, as Snyder has proposed, won’t be so comfortable.
Snyder didn’t offer to pay more taxes because his caste never sacrifices anything.

National Strike

Rich bankers got bailed out, gave themselves bonuses and now everyone who was already struggling has to suffer and sacrifice. Never forget that.
This system is stupid and pointless. Time for a national strike. The previous generation has blown it completely. I will not follow them to hell.

Nightcap 02/17/11

Finally got me a wooden leg. Made of Real Pine. Varnished and polished and smooth. Solid brass knee joint, bends in three directions and fits, extended, inside a velvet custom case (with handle). I keep the leg on a shelf in full view of the road. School children see it. So does the mail man. When I drive Father MacAbbe home each Sunday, I swing past my house – entirely out of the way- and drive real slow past the picture window. “What leg? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Father. All I see is a very happy, well-run home. No I don’t have any family to speak of but I hardly think that should stop you from supporting my bid to become Alderman.” Then I’ll stop the car and if the humidity is just right, I’ll lean over and whisper:...

YOUR STOMACH WILL THANK YOU

“Get your house in order!” they scream. And they throw garbage at me and my pets.
Still I persist. Still I go forward. Still I carve away, slowly, with the bent knife and the little jeweler’s glass. Lot of people wondered why anyone would spend so much time painting huge pictures of empty fields and sacks of sand.
Once completed, I will let the paint dry then, beginning in the upper righthand corner, eat the entire accursed artwork. I will refuse naps and any offers of water. Snap your photos and scribble curse words if you must.
I will not stop.