Who Has More Fun?

In the City, the effort to refurbish an old item unto its original condition will almost always end up costing more than a similar new one.  (Revolution dear; rehabilitation, astronomical.)

There was once a middle-aged chap who thought it time to find himself a religion; he eventually chose Christianity, and submitted himself to all of the required rituals and initiations.  He later heard that some of his new religion’s factions believed circumcision to be merely an allegorical “act” symbolizing a “clean start,” and he said, “Now, you goddamn tell me.”

And I heard yet another ole-sorehead who said he worked for Proctor & Gamble.  (Who has more fun than those City folks?)

Serious involvement, by an Enlistee, in verbal matters regarding the question of, “good and evil” is one, or more of the following:
 

Simply a sign of limited knowledge,

A serious sign of serious ignorance,

Simply a sign of limited experience,

A serious sign of being too long in the City,

Or, a super-serious sign that one did not like the truth when they saw it,

and has simply erased the whole episode from their mind.

(And above all such explications by me, you know not to let your hearing/thinking molecules take this seriously.)

In the City, nobody can tell anybody anything, all is known…and to think that some burgs have called ME curious.

J.