H-Hour! A-Day! Dead Zone!
Published Wednesday October 15th, 2008
Did you know that elections are held in democratic countries so's we can elect qualified people to govern us on H-Hour, A-Day, so's we supposedly don't end up in the Dead Zone! Makes ya wonder doesn't it! I was sitting around having me a mug of Garage-Blend coffee and a couple of molasses doughnuts and contemplating on it all, or the all of it, and thinking how if I was elected MP and/or PM I could get the wife (Consumate Consumer that she be!) that nice fur coat in mink condition she's been wanting. Taberduker!
And, election like, PDQ (Pretty Damn Quick), because I've only got one nerve left and she's been getting on it! Shades of Harper and Dion maybe! Too true, or, true too!
Think about it! They've been having one Hellofabalu up there in the Capital. Elections - causa sine qua non - an indispensable condition, or, the proverbial ole shuck and jive. Shucks! Elections - sometimes the attributes they seemingly hold reminds me of the term pseudepigraphical - falsely ascribed to! We the people often end up with something similar to "fly slapper splatter". Is it really "global" or is it only globate, globoid, globose, globular, or globule that they attempt to pass over on us unsuspecting electorates as such!
I'm reminded of a re-run motorbikcle, or my old Butterfieldmobile on a cold morning when it's got a severe case of locomotor-ataxia! Hello ... Chibougama! I was there in 1970, just 38 short years ago. I'm here ... now! And, I climbed Mt. Katahdin (At 5268 feet) just a few weeks past! It's a tall fellow in the Longfellow Mountain Range. I'd wanted to do it before 40, before 50, before 60 and I decided if'n I was gonna do it b4 70 I'd better get the lead, or, the rag (I want to be gender-neutral!) out soon! And, I may not be the doughnut with the biggest hole, but I was sure surprised when absolutely no place we visited in Millinocket would take Canadian money! Period! And they weren't even polite about it! Taberduker!
Anyways, we went up the Katahdin Stream Route with a 3800 foot vertical climb to the summit. H-Hour, A-Day, Dead Zone legs! About 4 hours up and 3 down for me, on a cup of tea and two cookies at 3:00 am and a granola bar at 9:30! Me, being the shy inverted type followed three lovely lasses to the top! Please - no play on words! Shades of "restless hands syndrome". A tip to the top - pre-register early, get a good map, and read all 30 of the rules and Regulations! Anyways, "the girls" wanted me to write a nice romantic poem, so, here it is!
Mt. Katahdin
I was climbing Mt. Katahdin
One day by sheerest chance
And she, ascending also
Was it fate, or happenstance,
I may never grasp for certain
Tho I wonder - of a while
Was it the mystery of the mountain
Or the magic of her smile,
That left me sometimes breathless
And made my knees feel weak
Was it her very presence
Or that tall majestic peak,
As I watched her go before me
One sure step at a time
Was it something truly special
Or just life's pantomime,
Was it, maybe, more than mountain
Or was it just a state of mind
And - when I reached the summit
Did I leave it all behind,
When I look back toward it
And the marvel of it all
How high did I really reach
And ... how far did I fall,
What made it seem like dancing
As I moved along the sky
Beyond the social bindings
That slipped away up high,
And let me see my world
Spread out so far below
Was it just the breeze that teased me
And ... will I ever know!
D.C. Butterfield
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The election, like going fishing behind a high-altitude beaver dam on Fishhook Brook and having Chicken-tongue stew for lunch! Course, Bill was able to add to his "wood-bridge spike" collection. The election, like what John Ray (Circa 1705) wrote, "Let him make use of instinct who cannot make use of reason"! MP's and Parliament - not like the deciDedly Candid, Decisive Critiques, reaDy joCularities, and reDeeming prinCiples of this Dedicated Columnist when I'm not having me a "columnist's moment". A column "bat" with some "pop" when my CPS (Column Positioning System) is right on target! I, by necessity, just a necessitous columner, but not necessarily a necessitarian, ie. by definition - a necessary supporter of necessitarianism, find it acutely necesscous to necessitate my stand! Taberduker! Ever have that happen, even by happenstance, to you? And, climbing Mt. Katahdin reminded me of the fellow who said he was climbing a mountain and he met someone and she said, "I bet you was a handsome devil when you was young!" Was ... ! NICE - No Innocent Column Emissions.
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Meanwhile down at Joes I was talking to the boys from out to Ataway about elections, while wearing my LRRP cap (Long Range Reconnaisance Patrol). I was kidding them and giving them the RMR (Raising Molly Report) about things here at ‘Mollywood' and how's my Molly doesn't go around "barking up the wrong tree" like some politicians who don't seem to realize that they're practically walking around with a bulls-eye on their backs for wannabeelected's to aim at! Reminds me of the Pickle-Bottle House that used to be down in Lower Knoxford! Politicians should make promises they can keep! We have the certainty ..., not, We have the hope! There is ..., not, If there is! God is ..., not, God is real! ‘Pon my soul (No pun intended!). Bible - brother's keeper! Origin of Species - keeper's brother! In the meantime ... Hold down the fort!
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