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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!

Friday, August 19, 2022

A Day In The Life

Disclaimer: I do not advocate the use of Marijuana for anyone. It is a personal choice. People reading this might not be in the part of the country or the world where Marijuana is legal. But where I live, it is.
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I have a funny story about my wife I would like to tell.
 
   One day I had to drive my wife to see a specialist about her diabetes. She had her diabetes under control but with our health insurance you had to see a specialist once a year to make sure you were still on the right track.
   The appointment was in the afternoon so my wife got board and smoked a little marijuana to past the time. (No, I don't smoke.) Unbeknownst to me, she brought along some chocolate candies for her munchies.
   When we arrived, the waiting room is full off diabetics. Some with blacken legs and some in wheelchairs with parts of their legs amputated off.
   My wife could make friends anywhere. She started talking to the people around us. This is when she got hungry and brought out her chocolate. She asked loudly so everyone could hear, "Does anybody want some?"
   I said quietly and a little angrily, "Stop it. Don't do that."
   She said to me loud enough so everyone could hear, "Why? I just want to be friendly."
   Some smiled, some laughed, but nobody got mad at her because they all knew she was sincere!
Assorted Chocolates | See's Candies
 This is,
Offering Chocolate To Diabetics
Only My Wife Could Get Away With That
Jim Hauenstein

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“Can I come back and see you sometime?"
"Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate."
"Gramma, you're diabetic."
"I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.”
- Rachel Caine -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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