Sleepy little town
Let it be said that there’s trouble brewing out in the ‘burbs.

Last week some guy walking his dog in a public park (in our new sleepy little town) was threatened with arrest – because he might be a terrorist. (Everyone knows terrorists carry cameras – not Labradors.)

And the over the weekend someone dropped racist hate pamphlets on front steps around the town. They were nice enough to keep them thoughtfully in place with little rocks! (They missed our house – much to my disappointment.)

Here’s the thing: if you’re a freaky racist, I like to know that up front, before I invite you over for a cookout or something. Self-identify so I can avoid you.

I can’t deny you your right to hatred and bigotry. I judge – we all do – but I don’t like that about myself. I won’t hang around and suffer your abuse; I will discourage it and speak out against it. But as long as your fist ends where my nose begins – I reckon we’ll be okay. I acknowledge and respect your First Amendment rights. Others may disagree with me on that front. I think they’re wrong.

As for the terrorists with their dogs – this is very worrisome. Apparently a stranger – an interloper from another land came here to walk their dog (how dare they, out of state plates?) in the park. Why would there possibly be out-of-state vehicles in these parts of Eastern Massachusetts just before like 600,000 college students show up to attend our many fine colleges and universities? It’s a genuine mystery.

An enigma.

Wrapped in bunk.

I’m ornery tonight. You know, sometimes it’s not the heat. It’s the stupidity.