My son-in-law is at war with neighborhood birds. He has taken active measures to keep them from cr@pping on his outdoor bar-b-que, and I must admit that to date he has enjoyed a certain level of success.
However birds are merely evolved dinosaurs - and they retain a bit of that dino-DNA with the cunning associated. I suspect that if the evolution ever reverses itself, the first casualty of the dino-bird/human conflict will be my son-in-law.
Funny! Its not that I hate birds. I actually like birds. I just hate bird poop. Is it too much to ask the birds to just go poop on some grass or something other then all my patio furniture? But of late, they have disappeared. Maybe they are finally giving me a break. B.F.
This blog has many elements and depending on your interests, may pique your imagination...or not. I urge you to be unreasonable. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. The unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves, therefore all progress depends on unreasonable people. The more unreasonable you are, the more likely you are to enjoy this blog. All men dream, but not equally.
If you're a socialist or a Marxist, you'll find that I poke fun at your absurd notions of "good government" on a regular basis. So you might not wish to follow this blog because you'll be offended.
John Locke said, "One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant." I like what Locke said. We can't theorize without adequate information because when we do we inevitably twist facts to suit theories rather than theories to suit facts. In this blog and in my life, I try to maintain this perspective.
Either you believe in our essential spark of shared divinity, or you succumb to our human insecurity. Either way your conscience lets you slice it, the main thing is to earnestly do what is right at the time.
Today, I balance work and play as much as anyone can. All things remaining equal, play is more important. Life is short - it's important to make every day count for something, if only to yourself.
I'm a former tinker/tailor/soldier/sailor who has now decided that maybe it really wasn't all done for nothing.
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3 comments:
Too funny:) When he wakes up I will show him!
Funny! Its not that I hate birds. I actually like birds. I just hate bird poop. Is it too much to ask the birds to just go poop on some grass or something other then all my patio furniture? But of late, they have disappeared. Maybe they are finally giving me a break. B.F.
Or perhaps they're calling in their friends to raid and rain guano on your patio...
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