Saturday, October 1, 2016

The Relation Between Trump, Clinton, and Canadian Geese

There are two types of Canadian geese and the first kind is the migratory variety which see flying in "V" formations as they go South each Winter.  The second kind is the resident variety and they stay in any particular environment such as Washington where they get fat, lazy, and they eat ... a lot.  The resident geese cause many problems and the one most annoying to the public they share with politicians insofar as no other creatures can foul the lovely parks of this great land faster than a campaigning politician or a flock of Canadian geese.  Careful where you step, Eugene.  (Providence Journal:  U.S. cities increasingly dealing with messy goose poop problem)

There's a great deal of wailing, gnashing of teeth, and cleaning dirty stuff from shoes while they cast about for a 'humane solution' to way the hell too many Canadian geese.  However, once again people have lost track of 'what problem are we trying to solve?'  Are we trying to learn how to be nice to Canadian geese or are we trying to whack the bloody lot of them.

The decent solution is, as ever, a simple one:  eat them.

(Ed:  what's decent about that?)

Well, they were decently killed, decently cooked, and decently eaten.  Perfect.


Better yet, brothers and sisters, we have a solution which meets the needs of the poor in American cities.  Yes, this Christmas the poor will eat goose.  If you can catch that goose in the park, you can eat it.  Who needs turkeys like the skimpy wimpy rich people eat.  We will have goose.

Too bad we can't use the same solution for politicians.  If prepared properly, Hillary Clinton could serve far more people as dinner than she ever would as President.

(Ed:  no way will humans eat other humans!)

Talk to me about rugby players, Mister Gandhi.  (WIKI:  1972 Andes flight disaster)

Humans will definitely eat each other and those ones weren't even cooked so it should be a simple matter to make a presentable meal out of Clinton.  Therefore, the question remains:  if you will have the President for dinner then what condiments should you serve with it.

(Ed:  thanks for this little bit of heartwarming Christmas spirit, Hannibal Lector!)

When the belly is full, the heart is happy.  Eat up, eat up.  How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

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