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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Moderation In All Things

If anyone knows me from my younger days,
they will tell you that I sometimes would over indulge myself in whatever activity I might have been involved in at the time.
I never heeded the famous quote by the
Ancient Greeks.
"Moderation in all things."


If I was on my motorcycle,
my friends would start divvying up my possessions,
betting on whether I would make it through the night.
If I was invited to a party,
I was the first one there
and the last one to leave.
If I was drinking,
I didn't drink socially,
I drank until I got drunk.
Luckily for me I never hurt myself
or anyone physically during my exploits.
Maybe I hurt some feelings though.
Especially girls gone by.
Yet,
I grew out of these traits because I became a
Father
and have a family of my own.
Nothing like responsibility to straighten a guy out.
Well,
my youngest son is now 17 years old
and I believe a responsible young adult.
He did not wish to accompany me on my vacation back to
Wisconsin,
so he stayed at home.
I never had to worry about him drinking
or taking drugs.
He never displayed any of the warning signs.
I should know.
Then came the dreaded phone call from one of my daughters.
My son is having a party!
But she told me not to worry.
"Why?"
Because it is a nerd party!
Where my son
and his friends sit around with computers
and play games online all day.
I don't know if I should say,
"Where did I go wrong?"
Or
"I am so proud of you."

This is,
I Am Very Proud Of My Son,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"If you like nerds, Raise your hands. If you don't like nerds, raise your standards."
- Violet Haberdasher -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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