Monday, January 29, 2018
The Cardinal
"The Cardinal"
It's always allegorical or crafted in Totem fashion, nothing fancy, and the continuation after the genesis; nevertheless, when some know roadkill has been smeared; next, the county clerk tells you to double-bag a skunk and throw it in your trash can, and I reminded the college graduate--that it was a freaking skunk, and not some silky-smelling fox that would deserve a burial in my backyard.
Yet with all the noise and pollution of power lines and cell towers moving towards National Parks, I find myself asking Teddy Roosevelt, sorta sanely, to help the planet, and I don't hug trees; however, the rule is: If you cut down one tree; then, you must plant two. It seems fair to all the rangers of old.
I miss Chuck Norris on television, though Bruce Lee used water, an element, as his power source. I follow a more religious style, and should just accept flaws, for every armored arch-angel has a crack or two in their Armor of God, not a metaphor here, but seemingly a tangible possibility, in theory, as everything is theoretically possible.
Therefore, hustle on like Pete Rose, and he got shafted worse than most, yes sin; however, the games played were all heart and hustle, unmatched by any athlete on the field--some might say.
We've all partied too hard, all of us, save the Franciscans and the disciplined Shinobi, so when an arrow flies straight, don't thwart its straight shot, for aren't we all pulling for Rocky?
I still like Schwarzenegger the best as an action hero. His mother sent shrinks to him when he was an adolescent, accusing him of being gay for liking greasy muscle men, yet he didn't want that, only to architect a living chisel. No goober outshines me, or you, but the Ding-Dongs are verily delinquent, and as weird as it gets, that's the web weaved by the many lifestyles of differing wildlife. Oh well, Captain Kangaroo was entertaining.