Monday, September 28, 2015

I’m having a hard time figuring out whether to laugh or cry:

I mean, here’s an event hyped for weeks. Folks look forward to it and come from far and near. A fellow shows up, does very well and, Well . . . screws up.

I don’t wish him ill. Not really. But there is that sneaky hind mind thought, you know.

What else is going on around the area (by the way, by now one should understand my AREA appears very large. It’s just that the tiny place I occupy hasn’t all that uch room.)

As a point: paraphrase the head lines: Chickens now legal in County Seat City Limits

I didn’t use the city name in that headline. I also didn’t know that chickens inside the city were illegal before.

But then I don’t live there. In fact, I live several miles away. We have chickens. We also do not have a great many rules for just about anything one cares to mention. I speaking about local ordinances here, thank you.

One time, a year or so back, a village councilor and I were talking about the tall grasses and wrecked cars dotting the land scape. He went all Western on me and started shooting from the hip and telling me how he would “clean the place up”. For which I applauded him, of course.

I started asking him questions and found out the village didn’t have ordinances to  prohibit having the cars and that he didn’t know who owned the land on which the grasses grew.

About a year later the same man confessed that they were making little progress in the ordinances, and that one piece of land with nine foot tall grass ended up being owned by the village and they had to mow it – and hadn’t, because of not knowing.

About three months ago another councilor’s wife asked me if I wanted to be some sort of enforcer for the village. I told her no. Not just No, but hell no.

So, I asked the councilor, who was standing there, if they had done the ordinances and he said they had, but . . .

Well, he said. There’s no way to cite the violations and then there is no way to enforce the ordinances even if cited.


The whole damn lash up.

Humans, as has been said, are not rational beings. They are rationalizing beings. To which, I’d add, Who arrange their own punishments.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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