I watched Reagan's inauguration and Bush's, but I left the TV off today. Instead I went over to Raven Global Headquarters to plan strategy with Mr. Reynolds, my editor. We have no firm plans as yet other than to be nice. But we were doing that before so we'll have be even nicer. Watch out!
Friday, January 20, 2017
Stiff Upper Lip, Steve
I don't often read Plato, but when I do I find myself reading his description of the ideal state. He thought aristocracy best. All governments eventually fail because they go too far. Plato says democracy ends in tyranny or autocracy: "At last the wiliest and most unscrupulous flatterer, calling himself 'the protector of the people' rises to supreme power." That quote is from Will Durant's take on Plato. As one of those who did not vote for the winner, I foresee dark days ahead.
I watched Reagan's inauguration and Bush's, but I left the TV off today. Instead I went over to Raven Global Headquarters to plan strategy with Mr. Reynolds, my editor. We have no firm plans as yet other than to be nice. But we were doing that before so we'll have be even nicer. Watch out!
I watched Reagan's inauguration and Bush's, but I left the TV off today. Instead I went over to Raven Global Headquarters to plan strategy with Mr. Reynolds, my editor. We have no firm plans as yet other than to be nice. But we were doing that before so we'll have be even nicer. Watch out!
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Uffdah. "Der Deichter's Dog", written by Septimus Winner in 1864, accurately dispels the worries that you and your friend expound after Trump's inauguration this day. The original lyrics are as follows:
Oh where, Oh where ish mein little dog gone
Oh where, Oh where can he be?
Mit his ears cut short und his tail cut long,
Oh where, Oh where ish he?
I loves mein lager, tish very goot beer
Oh where, Oh where can he be?
But mit no money I cannot drink here.
Oh where, Oh where ish he?
Un sausage is goot, balonie of course
Oh where, Oh where can he be?
Dey makes um mit dog and dey makes um mit horse
I guess they makes um mit he.
The general idea is that the poor little doggie has run off and been turned into sausage and bologna by the local butcher, which causes great grief to his owner who used him as entertainment to earn money for his drinking. The manner in which the song was sung was derisive to Germans, so it fell out of use in later years. Today children simply sing the nursery rhyme song using variations on the first verse:
Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
He fetches a ball, he's the best pet of all,
Oh where, oh where can he be?
And so forth. Trump is simply the same. The house and senate vill make sausage of him.
Vee vish.
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
John Templeton
Nice is for Minnesotans. I'm from Visconsin, and will be less than "nice" when it comes to that hoser in the White House.
CS
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