Thursday, June 30, 2011

No Joke


Powerless as I am, I'm humbled to be "among the most powerful."

Enough said.                                   
              

Nonsense: The Meaning of Life in Three Acts


[From an original blog of mine at TPM Cafe on 5.6.09]

[Dedicated to dd:  King of the Roundish CafĂ© Table, He who posed the Question, and  to seashell, She of the Miraculous Computer and the Answer to Life]

Act III - The Meaning Explained

From seashell I got The Key, the answer that explains my life:

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No, TheraP. You are a Democrat and don't use closets. Try looking under the bed for whatever it is you are looking for.

(Well, that was it!  The Answer I'd been looking for.   Even though our bed has drawers under it and no room for shoes there....)

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Act II - The Existential Crisis

The Question that has haunted my life for over half a century:
Where are my shoes?  

A life of searching, of questioning....
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Act I - As I now understand it

Setting:  A house in New Jersey, during the McCarthy Era 
            Mine was a Republican Childhood
    Downstairs - two finished bedrooms (with closets)
•    One for my Republican parents
•    Another for my little sister  (now a repub
Upstairs - in the Unfinished Attic
My brother and I were slowly turning into Dems

There were no closets!