Neanderpundit

This is war, folks, and war is hell. There are forces at work which intend to do us harm, here and abroad- and we seem to have trouble fighting on all fronts.

So here’s an answer- of sorts. The British “allowed” blankets contaminated wiht smallpox to fall into Indian hands. In other words, they cursed their enemies with the very thing that vexed the british themselves.

So why not fight the enemy with the things which vex us? We worried about China and India manufacturing? send them Osha and the EPA. Worried about Islam and it’s encroachment on our society? send them Richard Dawkins et al.

Your suggestions in comments.

Steve is talking food again.

Now, I loves me a good steak. I prefer one that has some serious texture, but I have to be careful what wiht the surgery. So tender helps me digest better. But: other than gristle, the tenderest a piece of meat is, is when it is raw.

No, I’m not suggesting you go out and eat raw meat. In fact, it’s a pretty good way to get some nasty intestinal parasites, if you’re not careful.

But I have a butcher I trust. And he’s good. SO once in a while I stop by and he gets me nice big rib-eyes, or filets. Depending on the source, they’re pretty good. So I stop by the butcher shop- this is, six, eight years ago, now, and get myself a hunk of real prime.

And damned near got myself arrested.

See, I was hungry. ANd when it came right down to it, I wasn’t going to cook this thing a whole lot, and I figured, if I’m barely going to introduce this meat to the flame, why bother at all? SO I’m in the parking lot next to Jewel, chowing down, and a cop pulls up.

“Sir, you wantto step out oif the car?”
So I get out, still holding my lunch.
“You want to drop that meat?”
“I’ll put it down on this plastic. I just paid eight bucks for it”

Apparently there had been some complaint by someone who saw me gnawing on a three pound hunk of raw beef in the car, and he felt as if it had to come to an end. After some discussion I agreed to leave and eat my lunch away from prying eyes, and wipe the blood off my shirt and face.

People are such busybodies. I mean if a guy wants to chew on a big hunk of raw meat, what’s the problem?

Stumbled onto a song I haven’t heard in ages- “Elusive butterlfy” by Bob Lind. If you’ve been bad, you might deserve to have this stuck in your head for a few hours.

Anyway, it struck me, that though this was sappy and annoying in the 60’s, today it’s sappy, annoying and illegal.

Consider:

You might wake up some morning
to the sound of something
moving past your window in the wind
and if you’re quick enough to rise
you’ll catch the fleeting glimpse
of someone’s fading shadow

Ah, a peeping tom. Nice. Just what you need, to wake up and notice some freak has been watching you sleep.

He goes on to say:

and if the sleep has left your ears
you might hear footsteps
running through an open meadow

Sweet. Your stalker is so used to comeing by your house he can run through your neighborhood in the twilight hours. Makes you feel all warm inside.

And then the chorus, so you can really feel creepy:

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
it’s only me pursuing something I’m not sure of
across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

So he’s not sure- of what? whether he should take pictures of you sleeping, or maybe murder you so you never get soiled by contact with someone else? And the net- Sonds like he’s the one that needs to be netted.

Here’s a gem of a verse:

You might have seen me running
through the long abandoned
ruins of the dreams you left behind
if you remember something there that glided
past you followed close by heavy breathing

Yeah, you need this guy running through your dreams, breathing heavily.

I’m planting Prickly Pear and Multiflora rose outside my daughter’s bedroom windows this very spring.