The Thing to Do

They recently found a Man with what some said were “revolutionist-type stains,” on his clothing, wandering about dazed near the bushes, repeating over and over, “Lost amidst my freedom, adrift in this god-a-mighty amazing release.”

Last night I heard a Man announce, at the corner of this-and-that, the following:

“Citizens, you may care to note that we’ve ALL fallen into their hands.”

Those who truly expect guarantees in this life may well BE from Atlantis, or another

planet – they sure ain’t from around HERE.

At the City level, by the time you figure out what to do it’s no longer the thing to do.

Hearing the cry, “You’re dead meat,” said in Italian seems to take the edge off a bit.

J.