Alas, but I feel as if I have been bombarded with weapons of mass obfuscation. Exactly what state do I find myself in? The state of Confusion perhaps.
A short while ago I saw a bottle of Canadian whisky for sale called “Texas Crown.” It featured an old-timey oil derrick on its bottle and at the bottom said “Made in Canada.” Such a shock reminds me of a bit done long ago by the original Cajun man, Justin Wilson.
Wilson spoke of that “great Cajun sippin’ whisky what’s made in Tennessee: Jacques Danielle.”
But that is just a side issue for much more important matters are floating around in the ‘sphere somewhere out there. We will get it all figured out and when we do, we will have a drink (some Texas Crown Canadian Whisky perhaps), laugh and reminisce about the time ol’ Jim got shot out of a cannon and landed in Mr. Dorman’s hardware store, right in the nail bins. Yeeow.
Speaking of hardware, I feel I must leave with this mild, if now sallow, profundity brought about this afternoon by the key-making man at the super-duper hardware store:
While it might be apodeictic that it takes a village to raise a child, it takes but a solitary asshole to ruin one’s day.