Election Thoughts From An Unlikely Source
Some Canine Wisdom
If you are reading this, you are in for a treat. It is I, Percy, the Human Whisper, who has graciously assumed the platform this week. Instead of the usual blah blah blah you would have gotten from John, you get some entertainment. For those of you newcomers to the scene, and haven’t heard about me, let me enlighten you. I am a canine. No, I’m not John’s canine, or anyone else’s for that matter. And certainly I’m not a pet. Ugh, I hate that condescending, demeaning word. I’m John’s better writing half, the one with some wit, and a bit of humor. The latter of which is something in which John is sorely deficient. I have authored some of the most popular pieces under John’s byline. I’m sure one of these days he will think to thank me.
John had been prepared to give you yet another one of his earnest, boring, platitudinous, and pollyanna-like musings about death(Yes, I did sneak a peek at what he was painfully attempting to transcribe.) How did I know he was having a hard time of it. All the moaning and groaning coming out of his mouth was a clue.
Isn’t that just like John, spending the precious little time allotted to him to be alive, wasting it worrying about something over which he has no control, death. We all have a past due date, end of story. I’m a member of the eat, drink, and be merry…
