So let’s leave it alone cause we can’t see eye to eye…there ain’t no good guys, there ain’t no bad guys…there’s only you and me and we just disagree…
Where’s that Bullshit Flag when I need it? I swear the old woman Slow has bought a little black radio with a tall silver antenna so she can listen to her Country Music up in here at Casa de Canterbury and of course that means The Red Man is subjected to those ridiculous tunes with their predictable lyrics from dawn to dusk. Well, tonight Dave Mason is singing along while he strums a guitar and has a modern day band backing him up sayin’ we all need to realize everybody’s the same and we should try to cooperate with each other. No GOOD guys? No BAD guys? What kind of alternative universe do you live in, Mr. Mason Man?
For one thing you must’ve never seen a western TV show or movie because you can always tell the Good Guys from the Bad Guys on the screens. For example what do you think The Lone Ranger and Tonto were doin’ all those years ridin’ around on their horses? They weren’t in it for their health, let me tell you. The Lone Ranger had a white hat and rode a white horse and stood for truth, justice and the American Way. Oops – maybe that was Superman. Oh, well. Same difference. Who were the guys always tryin’ to gather Kryptonite and get rid of Superman? Those were the Bad Guys. Who was Superman? A Good Guy flyin’ all over the place standin’ up for poor people in trouble. And think Rin Tin Tin, Lassie and Bullet, for God’s sake. More Good Guys.
Okay, okay, but I get it, Dave Mason Man. As Granny Selma used to ask before she went to where all the flowers have gone, What was the author trying to say? I guess he was tryin’ to say what it all boils down to in the End is 98% of us are regular individuals who think alike about some things and then don’t think alike about others but that doesn’t mean we should try to throw Kryptonite on somebody who, let’s say, voted for the Republicans or somebody else who voted for the Democrats or somebody else who voted for the Green Party in the privacy of their voting booths last week over here in the US of A when the Peeps had their Big Election for Peep-in-Chief. I hope not, since there’s a shortage of Kryptonite these days and a ban on making more of it.
At any rate, The Red Man is ready to get back to you and me, Sports Fans and let the good times roll on down the highway to better days for our cyberspace friends all around the globe whether we agree or disagree. Heh, heh.
Oh, yeah. And on a lesser note, here’s a shoutout to Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea who had surgery yesterday at Hottie Doc’s place and lost one of her favorite teeth. At least she doesn’t have the face of a puffy toad any more. She and Paw Licker Annie had an adventure with Slow on Sunday before the visit to the vet. This is their version of lettin’ the good times roll.
Chelsea and Annie in the Park
Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea Tuckered With Tongue Hangin’ Out
After Chasing Tennis Ball Millions of Times
Two of the Good Guys
Get me outta here Percy, my brain is muddled from listenin’ to Country Music…maybe two doors down they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party and Dolly might be there. That’s more like it.