Expectations

 

Blame it on Gahan Wilson

When I began this blog I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing. I am not claiming that things have improved significantly. I see things that spark my interest.  I comment on those things. Sometimes the topics are within the realm of my competence and sometimes the topics are an affront to me and demand challenge. Either way I put my two cents in.

I never claimed to be particularly intellectual in these pursuits. Classy would never appear on a short list to describe my attitude or this blog. I like irony and after thirty years of law enforcement have a view of society that is slightly twisted. I like slightly twisted, it has served me well as a diversionary tactic.

I blame part of my attitude on Gahan Wilson. Back when I was twelve my hairy palmed cohorts and I met out behind the garage with the latest issue of PLAYBOY. I looked for the latest Gahan Wilson cartoon. Okay, Okay, I looked at the tits too, but I remembered the cartoons. It was years before I discovered that he could also be found in THE NEW YORKER. Wilson’s view of the world was populated by strange monsters and even stranger circumstances. I offer two to prove my point.

I had a discussion with a reader about today’s posting Let’s-sue-the-bastards. He made the point, quite effectively, that I could have dispensed with the cannibalism and the testicle ear muffs. He’s right, it was over the top. There is a significant number of apologists out there that will apologise to anybody, for anything, at anytime. No matter what the outrage, it can be explained, moderated or mediated even when it defies all logic, they will do so.

Go ahead sit down at the negotiation table with the guy wearing testicles as ear muffs. Keep telling yourself everything is relative. I think we need more examples of guys wearing testicles as ear muffs. In the example given it is the one sure way of differentiating between a bad golf outing and a disaster.