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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!

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Not Allowed To Be Within 500 Feet Of My Neighbor's House

I have designated
Sunday,
the day of rest,
as my day to tie up
Loose Ends,
do rebuttals to any
Comments
left on my
Posts,
and
fill in the blanks on
or
of stories I forgot to write about.
They say in life,
and I do not know who they are,
"If you are fortunate to live a long life, you have stages later in your life where parts of it seems to be missing."
It begins when you don't doing something,
that you were supposed to do,
and then you are labeled with
Absent-mindedness.
People will say you are becoming
Senile
after a certain age for searching for your car keys while they are in your hand.
You get a few gray hairs
and your forgetfulness turns into
Dementia.
Finally,
you forget to put your pants on when you wake up in the morning
and you get the label of having
Alzheimer's!
Let me ask you this with a sound mind and body.
Who here,
in this
Great Country
of ours,
hasn't gone into the neighbor's house after a night of partying,
fallen asleep,
and gone through the dresser drawers looking for a pair pants when they wake up?
You are all a bunch of lairs if I am the only one!
The reason I might forget something is because my mind is like a computer.
I have so much useless stuff stored up in there,
that when I forget to clean out my
Mind's Cache,
it has no room for new information.
Like wearing pants!

This is,
Not Allowed To Be Within 500 Feet Of My Neighbor's House,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.”
- Criss Jami, -



That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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“The whole thing is one big fix. One big ugly lie. It’s one big fix.”
By
Sam Levine Associate Politics Editor, The Huffington Post
Sounds like a spoiled child who is already feeling defeat!
And please,
let me hear from you if you believe him
and think everything in life is a conspiracy against the people of the United States.

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