October 31, 2017
Where were you? What did you do? Did you get off your butt, take to the streets? Were you part of the Resistance? Did the fascists push back, hurt you, steal your rights, for your insistence on justice, the rule of law, respect for the people one is elected to serve? Or did you just watch tv? Play video games, follow sports, go through the motions at work, focus on your family to avoid your responsibility to the human family and the planet? Were you confused by the news, the lies? Did you get tired, lose interest in all the scandals? Were you overwhelmed? The natural disasters, the human disasters? Did you care? Care enough to act or wait for somebody else? Did you say #MeToo, did you take a knee? You couldn't do it all, I know, but did you support those who made it their mission to set things right? Support them in concrete terms, not in your own mind?
All these are questions I ask of myself first. There are no perfect answers, but history judges severely. Be on the right side.
Happy trials, Martin
Mutt: To write with a broken pencil is pointless.
Jeff: Good morning to you too, Mr. Mutt. What's the definition of a will? (Come on, it's a dead giveaway!)
Mutt: When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
Jeff: So true. At the supermarket I saw a man and a woman wrapped in a barcode. I asked, "Are you two an item?"
Mutt: Where did the king put his armies? In his sleevies.
Jeff: A tattoo artist has designs on his clients.
Mutt: I used to be a doctor, but then I lost patients.
Jeff: Did you hear about the man who was tap dancing? He broke his ankle when he fell into the sink.
Mutt: I dropped out of the communism class because of lousy Marx.
Jeff: A lawyer for a church did some cross-examining.
Mutt: Gardeners always know the ground rules.
Jeff: Did you hear about the butcher who backed into his meat grinder and got a little behind in his work?
Mutt: Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.
Jeff: What jumps from cake to cake and smells of almonds? Tarzipan.
Mutt: Why did the little fella sleep on the chandelier? Because he was a light sleeper.
Jeff: In some places fog will never be mist.
Mutt: A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: "A beer please, and one for the road."
Jeff: I used to sell computer parts, but then I lost my drive.
Mutt: An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.
Jeff: I used to be a railroad conductor, but my boss found out I wasn't trained.
Mutt: A pediatrician is a doctor of little patients.
Jeff: Is it bad pun day?
Mutt: All day, every day.