Reflections From a Murky Pond

And bringing a whole new meaning and visceral understanding of the old axiom, “Chickens come home to roost,” I present you all with the picture below which I took back in September:

These chickens were stacked up, along with many dozens of other crates of them, right near where Bedford-Stuyveasant, Clinton Hill, and Williamsburg meet, i.e., all along the intersection of Myrtle Ave. and Bedford Ave..

It was a bit of an odd site. In most places the realities of where our food comes from is carefully and thoroughly hidden from view. Not so, apparently, in this area of Brooklyn and I, for one, am happy about this.

And here we have Michael Bloomberg’s nightmare, a weapon of mass destruction that would send shivers down what passes for the would-be tyrant’s spine. Add a 20 Oz soda grenade and the worthless piece of filth would be found pissing himself under a desk somewhere.

Bloomberg’s Nightmare

The verkocteh mamzer is absolutely terrified of food and firearms in the hands of the People.  I can, given Bloomberg’s proclivities, almost understand the former – no bullet fired into him or his kin could be called a waste – but the latter is a sure sign of some sort of derangement. 😉

The Dawn Of Truth – Coffee Then Beer

The Truth comes with the dawn, which is why mornings are so bloody difficult to deal with. But I give thanks and praise unto the Gods that they granted us coffee. Many days it’s the only thing that keeps me going until it’s acceptable to drink beer.

Cat’s know coffee, often better than humans do. They know what is good coffee and what is not.
 

Cappuccino

Decaf Cappuccino

Whoah! So That’s Coffee

It might seem odd to many that cats know coffee. Most do not realize that cats are very spiritual and, hence, know both the perilous power of coffee and what things lurk just beyond the tenuous barrier between the planes.

They know that your order of a Venti, sugar-free, non-fat, vanilla soy, double shot, decaffinated, no foam, extra hot, Peppermint White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha with light whip, upside-down, 1 pump of peppermint, 1 and 3/8 pumps vanilla, 180 degrees, heavy whip-cream, 3 ice cubes, 1/4 teaspoon Nutmeg sprinkled on top, with green sprinkles, lightly cinnamon dusted on, stirred, with no lid, double cupped, and a straw is dangerously close to an eldritch incantation that would have devastating consequences upon yourself and our world.

Ph’nglui Mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh Wgah’nagl Fhtagn

Coffee is good but it is powerful. Learn from your cats; they know coffee. Order and drink responsibly so as not to cause your barista to rip a hole in space-time to the Outer Darkness that would allow the Elder Old Ones to return and retake this, their world…and your coffee.

Our modern world is too often devoid of fun and good humor. Perhaps it’s time to look back through history to a more congenial and poetic time…
 

 
Much better! Bill Bailey’s delivery of Ye Olde Pubbe Gag in the style of Geoffrey Chaucer is delightful and hilarious – just thing to distract us from the nightmare of modern times.