I was recently with a friend of mine that I want to murder. Ok not really, I know that sounded a little too harsh, but I would do it for the troops. He hates our covey of men who are doing the fighting for us. He basically is the type when I say something that has the shrewdness of a James Bond quip ,he will just bob his head with a blank stare. I have to say, “get it?” three times, then a light comes on, his eyes light up and he stammers, “not really”. The guy should be on a leash, his basic intellect consists of the herd mentality. He cannot yoke two ideas simultaneously. He seems to think I know all the answers because he only knows what he can parrot. He does build a strong case for the ape-man connection. I wanted him to feel good about himself and I explained we all have gifts tucked away in our quivers. The blank stare returned, it was as if his mind had taken flight. He wanted to know where his quiver was. I told him he didn’t have a quiver.
At this point I knew I had to turn things around or I would end up in the Abbott andCostello spiel about who’s on first. I needed to school him, not ridicule him. I explained his gift was like a colony with many off-shoots. The eyes turned blank. Ok. I said, “you have the gift of hiding your gift”. The eyes returned blank, this is going to take team work. He wanted to know what gift he was hiding, once more, I explained that was his Gift…..hiding his gift or gifts. Gifts?, he inquired, yeah you probably have a whole passel of gifts hidden away…..I played football with this guy, I wish you could’ve heard him in the huddle. He always had a bevy of real bad ideas, that may of course been his gift come to think of it…..bad ideas. If you know every idea he has is terrible, you don’t rake him over the coals you bury the bad idea and do the opposite. He is constantly chattering, he likes to carry a bouquet of flowers where-ever he goes. I’m always secretly hoping a pigeon will shit on his head. I think his mother puts him to bed at night. He tells me he wishes he was English so he could be in Parliament. I tried to tell him, in the real world he would be considered the runt of the litter. He really turned the tables on me here, he wanted to know what I had against little people. He loves to play the PC game of “Gotcha”. I want to give him a parcel of dynamite. That would be an eye-opener for him. Just the thought of him makes me shiver. I could go on and on about this guy that keeps his pea brain in a pod till time to use it, but what for?Democrats have the charm of a swarm of gnats. Sorry to ambush you with this but he drove me to it…..I will now take flight.
Love Always,
BS
P. S. Ironically I only wrote this pack of lies to see if you all noticed I used collective nouns (the way you refer to a group of animals, like a murder of crows, a huddle of penguins, a quiver of cobras)…I thought it might be sort of a dichotomy of irony to do this…
murder, troops, covey, bob, leash, herd, yoke, quiver, flight, school, colony, team, passel, huddle, bevy, rake, bury, chattering, bouquet, bed,
Parliament, litter, parcel, shiver, pod, swarm, ambush, drove…I can see the lights going on now and people ever-where are saying “I get it”.