A quote: “A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.”- character of K in the movie Men in Black
I’ll start with a story …
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He didn’t mind the baking phase. “Everyone is swearing off corporate bread!” she explained while punching down the dough with an enthusiasm that made him just a tad nervous. He forgot that after weeks of yeasty goodness.
He was less fond to come home one day to find all bread, sugar, meat and dairy gone.
“VEGAN! Here, have this juice cleanse first. Everyone swears it’s amazing.”
There was yoga, crystals, and aromatherapy … everything she read was gospel. Until the next thing.
He looked up from his book puzzled as she approached, hand behind her back.
“Human Extinction,” she whispered.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Lloyd says: Whoo boy….Lotta truth spoken here !!
Scott says: So there I was, waiting for Costco to open so I could buy toilet paper…
Politically Ambidextrous says: “If you’re not for us, you’re against us!” The Leader bleated. “Get your priorities straight and get with the program!”
“My experience says few things are seldom so black or white. Context can be important.” I offered.
“If you give an inch on this issue, you will tolerate anything and everything. You are morally reprehensible! There is no room for discussion on this!”
“But some in your flock are doing this and it doesn’t seem to bother you.” I countered.
“Being in power means you get to make the rules. But having power means you get to grant the exceptions!”
Brian Brandt says: “Negotiate?” asked the wolf. “What is there to negotiate?”
Fletch says: “Wolf.”
It’s a small word. A quiet word. Hardly any substance to it.
Just a whisper. Someone said the word, the terrible word that must never be spoken, the “wolf” word.
The sheep at the left started, wild eyed. “Wolf! I heard the word.”
The flock began to shuffle – look to the right – to the left. Wolf in sheep’s clothing. Someone not what they seemed.
“Imposter!” the cry went out.
Ol Bess was the first to bite. She bit the sheep next to her. Bit hard. Bit rough. Blood flow. Panic in the crowd. Screaming, biting, running.
At the end, through the blood and the downed bodies, the farmer walked through his sheep. No wolf. No wolf at all. Just the rumor of it.
“What a waste,” he said.
Politically Ambidextrous says: Sowing propaganda, and misinformation,
Stopping disagreement, even just a peep;
There’s no need to decide, just vote a straight ticket,
We can win elections, bringing in the sheep.
Bringing in the sheep, bringing in the sheep.
We can win elections, bringing in the sheep.
Bringing in the sheep, bringing in the sheep,
We shall win elections, bringing in the sheep.
We will give you free stuff, no work is required.
What we take from others, becomes yours to keep.
We’re not buying votes here, this is social justice,
We shall win elections, bringing in the sheep.
Bringing in the sheep…
Navig8r says: Life had been hard since the meteor strike. It was late June. Spring used to come in early April. In a few more days he would have to find fresh pasture for his small flock as the few remaining blades of grass were nibbled below the snow into the ground. With many of his former neighbors dead, and with the protection of the warlord, he had options. Today he smiled. knowing the value of the extra wool in the barter economy. Perhaps in two more good years he could afford the bride price for one of the warlord’s many daughters. . .
“Grandkids visiting, eh, Helen?”
I eyed the four jumbo packs of toilet paper on the conveyor belt at my register.
“No, Tom. It’s the crisis. I just overheard Gladys and Vickie saying it will become unavailable. Otherwise I wouldn’t want it.”
I looked. Here came Gladys and Vickie, each with a shopping cart full.
“We heard there could be a shortage. We didn’t believe it until we saw Helen.”
Just then Smith walked in. He did a double take. “Then it’s true!” he cried, sprinting off towards paper products.
Eight days later. Eight semi-loads cleaned out. It still hasn’t stopped.
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