Reflections of a butler (Manservant to a Cave Man)

My employer Nitchee is a bit of an Neanderthal. No actually he is ALL beast! I've seen his quill pen and paper that he keeps locked up in his desk drawer. I've observed him longing to wet his spear again and do some spear whacking. He complains about e-mails yet he knows nothing about computers. Although he pretends to use his computer, I've never seen him write an e-mail.  His computer is an ancient model called a Compaq Presario with less computing power than a first generation smart phone. I think he fears that the more bytes his computer has, the greater the chance it may bite him on his harry a--. But I am only a butler and an unwilling cook and I must go now to make him his bloody steak! No, I'm not English that's how he likes to eat them;  rare and bloody and by the full moon. My brooding employer receives some interesting paper mail in the letter box from time to time. I haven't been able to peek inside of one of those envelopes yet because of those archaic yet effective wax seals. When I bring him his mail to his study he always behaves the same. He'll snatch the envelopes off the silver tray I carry and slam the door in my face. That one is definitely up to something all right and I think that someday soon; humans are going to have hell to pay. 

Another Washing of the Spears

Dear Texters (Mobil sapiens):

Not long ago the most annoying buzz word was email. All too often I would hear: email me, did you get my email and was often derisively asked, who doesn’t have an email address? So, bowing to immense pressure I got an  email address but that wasn't good enough for you was it. Now the buzz word is texting. It’s text me this, text me that and blah, blah, blah, didn't you get my text? I look on my phone minding my own business and see unsolicited texts waiting there for me. When I call someone on the phone they'll  helpfully suggest, “why don’t you just text me?” Others will sneer at me and say, “I rarely check my emails, try texting me and maybe next time you'll get a response.”   Well I don’t have to take this. After today, I am going to find my wood fiber paper, my quill pen and then sit at my desk and write you Texters a letter. Yes! Then I will have my servant lick the envelopes and fetch my signet ring so I can place my wax seal on the envelopes. Then by motor driven carriage, I will carry my letters to the post office. Once there I will instruct the postal clerk to mail these things by the slowest method possible. Then, hopefully via a slow boat to China you will receive my letters in six months or so. Yet, I know what you Texters really want. You want to continually text me to death. So if that is the way it is, I will fight back. I must fight back.

Call to Arms!!!!!

Neanderthals of the world unite! Never again shall we be driven out! Our fight now is not against oppression and tyranny; we must fight for our very right to survive. We will not give up without a fight. We will not go silently into the night as before. We declare that today is our Independence Day! My fellow low brows meet me tonight at Pride Rock. We will shout and whack our spears together. Then we will go out and do what we do best. We will hunt the evil Texters down. All of them must pay. Then we will gather together in victory to celebrate –a washing of the spears and a smashing of the smart phones.

Unity 911

I miss the America of 2001 just a few short days after September 11th. I miss the unified, proud and resolute Americans of that era. There was a groundswell of pride and the display of US flags everywhere, especially on all our homes. There was also a great love for our country in our hearts that was unmistakable. It was of course, in reaction to the horrors of the four planes that were deliberately crashed. Two were used to destroy the World Trade Center in New York City, our greatest city. The third plane was hurled against the Pentagon in our nation's capital and the fourth plane crashed in a field because it’s passengers fought back against their murderers. There were no survivors from the planes and a great loss of life on the ground at the World Trade Center and some inside the Pentagon. 

The United States of today resembles very little that unified America of 2001. Although it looks the same, our country just doesn't feel the same or sound the same and there is a sad feeling of estrangement among us that is unmistakable.  Yet I still believe that American pride and unity lives on inside of us and yearns to show itself again. Don’t give up America! Going forward we have to be better and do better as a nation. I'll be posting some more images from that proud and unified America of 2001 as I locate them. I'll also keep praying for us to come back together again as we were meant to be. Check this song out for some inspiration and my favorite older version of Day by Day.                                                     

Sweet or Sour Sauce

Today's recipe for a great day. You're in control over how much love or how much bile you dish out. Others are in control of what they dish out but that's on them. By pouring out love you can have a much better day for yourself and those around you will too.