Well, well, it's May Day, yet again. The Puritans frowned on May Day, go figure, thinking the festivity a a blasphemous, pagan excuse for wanton immorality. And, like red moleskin trousers or the Church of England, it wasn't in the Bible. So they stamped it out along with Christmas and Easter, killjoys.
A Hippy
Still, in fairness to the Puritan sensibility, May Day was doubtless full of unreconstructed, late medieval bawdiness and it never made it back onto the calendar of popular feasts after the overthrow of the wicked regicides. That is until now.
Cheap Red Wine
Hippies have taken over May Day, along with their revolutionary geeknerd cousins, the Communists, and typically don't miss an opportunity to make a nuisance of themselves in otherwise peaceful civic centers.
A Couple of Commies
The May Day commies throw dialectical materialist duodecimal dice for their NWO rulers and the hippies get loaded on cheap red wine and thieve, it's what they do.
A Typical Bluegill
Here at the Compound things were different. I drove to Clifton to administer Last Rites and followed that up by catching a catfish and a bluegill.
Aggressive Little Monster
The cat fought hard and at first I thought I'd caught a snag, but no, it was a fierce, aggressive fish. He lived to fight again another day.
Never trust a hippy,
LSP
3 comments:
I spent May Day in Mexico, working in Mexico - soon to be a communist country.
Best not think on that. Fishing is good.
Be careful out there... and for sure, fishing's not bad at all!
You beat the drum once again.
If you told Bishop Iker that you were out beating the drum, he'd think that you were evangelizing and you might get a promotion. Peter was a fisherman...a promotion to deputy bishop or something like that is in order. Except that you wouldn't be able to beat the drum so often.
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