How's Your Hump Day ?

It's Hump Day already and I think I'm ready to head to AREA 51 and see what's going on. My ankle and foot are still giving me a little pain, but a couple of Advils should resolve that problem. I guess my only real concern is that if one of the ladies step on my foot, but since it's usually in my mouth, there's not much chance of that.

I was listening to the news today and I saw a news item where a group of people were staging a hunger strike to protest some dimwit cause. As I watched the report, I listened to the protesters stating their cause (I believe it save the woodchucks or some idiotic equivalent). The reporter ended the interview stating that he hoped the protesters would fare well and feared for their health.

I believe everyone has the right to protest, but I question the intelligence of people who go on a hunger strike. My first lesson in stupid ways of protest was was when my younger brother Kirt told my father that if he couldn't go out to play, he would hold his breath until he died. My father's response was "knock yourself out."

I recall seeing a story of prisoners in a Miami jail who also went on a hunger strike protesting the food that they were being served. It seemed that the inmates thought that their food should have more options including steak and seafood. My reaction was that if a lot of honest working people couldn't afford steak or seafood, these cockroaches of society deserved no better.

When interviewed by local television stations about the hunger strike, a reporter asked the superintendent of the guards how he would respond to the inmate's strike. The superintendent responded, "I told them Ok, go ahead and strike!" Three days later, the prisoners ended their strike and the first meal that they received, personally approved by the superintendent, was boiled hot dogs and beans. Bon appetite, my little street monkeys.

This Date In History: 1784; The Treaty of Paris is ratified by the United States Congress to end the American War of Independence. 1943; The Casablanca Conference between Britain and the United States begins. 1954; Marilyn Monroe marries baseball star Joe DiMaggio. 2002; Britain is declared free of foot-and-mouth disease after suffering one of its worst outbreaks.

Picture Of The Day: I decided that I'd go into my portfolio and show you some of my favorite pictures today. They have nothing to do with the subject matter of today's entry, but that's just me. My pal Nancy calls me eclectic and she's edjumacated so I guess that's true.

Birthdays: Benedict Arnold, military leader 1741, Matthew Fontaine Maury, oceanographer 1806, Albert Schweitzer, German theologian, philosopher, musicologist, medical missionary, and Nobel laureate 1875, Hal Roach, film producer 1892, Cecil Beaton, British theatrical designer 1904.

The Hits Just Keep On Coming:

Tommy, the little kindergarten pupil, told the teacher he found a cat, but it was dead. The teacher said, "How did you know it was dead?" Little Tommy replied, "Because I pissed in its ear." Flabbergasted, the teacher said, "You Did What!?" Tommy continued, "You know, I leaned over and said 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."

A fire fighter is working on the engine outside the station when he notices a little boy next door in a little red wagon with a tiny ladders hung off the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. The boy is wearing a fire fighter's helmet and has the wagon tied to a dog and a cat. The fire fighter walks over to take a closer look.

The fire fighter says, "That sure is a nice fire truck." The little boy says, "Thanks." As the fire fighter looks a little closer, he notices the boy has tied the wagon to the dog's collar and to the cat's testicles. The fire fighter says, "Little partner, I don't want to tell you how to run your fire truck, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster."

The little boy says, "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren." That's it for today my little pedal pushers. More on Friday.

Stay Tuned !