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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, August 13, 2020

Am I Getting Wimpy?

Am I getting wimpy in my old age?
Let us say that sixty is the new forty.
Whatever that means.
The reason I would call myself wimpy is because of the weather outside my house.
At 10:10 pm the temperature is 88 degrees
with a high of 100 degrees later this afternoon.
In my teen years,
I cherished warm days like this in
Wisconsin.
In my twenties,
it wouldn't even slow me down when I worked as a carpenter in
Houston, Texas.
In my thirties,
I discovered I no longer liked to work hard,
so I found jobs in air-conditioned office buildings instead.
In my forties,
my office was my air-conditioned car,
since I became a traveling salesman/computer technician.
In my fifties,
well I retired at age fifty-three so i can't really comment on that decade.
But now,
in my fifth year of being in my sixties,
I can't leave my house,
to start up my air-conditioned car without complaining!
I find that heat has the opposite effect on me today.
When it's this hot,
I don't want to do anything.
So today,
I am going to reprise a
Post
I wrote on 
Saturday, March 30, 2013.
Because I am too tired mentally to think of anything new to write.
*****
Readers,

check out my new poem called,
"1800 Aussie Ghost Story" 
under the heading
Poetry.
If you like what you read,
please leave a comment.

I do have to explain one detail in the poem though.

There is a line in the poem that reads,
"starve the bardies."

The line is an
Australian
slang,
which means,
"an exclamation of surprise or protest."

To my surprise,
people have read it as,
"starve the barbies"
and have sent me messages saying I misspelled
"barbies"!

Like that would make any sense!
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This is,
Already Whining Because Tomorrow Is Going To Be Even Hotter
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.”
- Jerome K. Jerome -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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