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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!

Monday, January 16, 2017

You Can Really Tell I Am Not A Babbler

In two different conversations,
one with my
Sister,
and one with my
Eldest Daughter,
it has slipped,
from there lips,
that they come
and visit my
Blog,
not only to read the
Great Editorials,
Riveting Stories,
Stylish Poetry,
Unbiased Opinions,
and the
Educating Factor
of my
Informative Posts,
but to see if I am
Up & Running.
What I mean by that is,
they come to see how I am doing health-wise.
I remember,
hearing about a time in
Man's Evolution
where people actually had to
Write A Letter
to each other to see how they were.
Then came the telephone,
where you could actually have a conversation with the person you are worried about.
In Real Time.
Then came the busy 1990s
and a step backwards in our evolution.
You could email a person,
asking them,
what they are up to
or how they were feeling,
but you had to wait for some time to pass before you would receive a response.
You didn't have to wait as long as
Snail Mail,
but it wasn't in
Real Time.
Texting improved the
Interaction
between people,
by bringing back the closest thing to
Real Time
as possible,
without someone giving up much of their
Real Time.
Now,
I have discovered the fastest,
most heinous of ways,
of knowing how a
Family Member
is doing,
without using that
Stalker Media
called
Facebook.
First,
you encourage your
Brother Or Father,
as in my case both,
to write a
Blog
informing the
World
all about yourself by writing something everyday.
The reader will be able to tell how am I feeling by seeing if I
Write Or Not.
They will be able to see what kind of mood I am in,
by the words I use when I write.
And they won't have to interact with me in
Real Time,
with me wasting all of their
 Time.
Because I have a reputation of being a
Babbler,
Chatterbox,
Jabberer,
Windbag,
and all around
Motor-Mouth!
People say that when they are having a conversation with me,
I dominate that conversation,
and take the long way around,
with my words,
to make a simple point.
And That Is Not Me At All.
Well,
I have a surprise for those two
and anyone else who comes to my
Blog
to see
"How Am I Doing."
I am not going to write anything today.
I am going to miss a day,
so they will worry about me
and pick up the telephone to see
"How I Am Doing."
So this will be our little secret.
Shhhhhhhhh
This is,
You Can Really Tell I Am Not A Babbler By Reading This Short Little Post,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Conversation of the Day - How do you describe yourself in two words? Me: You don't.”
- Sanhita Baruah -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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