Folks, your ol’ pal Bill is taking the day off.
Just not up to dealing with Christmas and the blog thing at the same time. Christmas is depressing enough all by itself, without contemplating the horror enveloping our land, too.
Besides, tomorrow is Xmas Eve and guess who ain’t bought gift Numero Uno yet. That’s right, I’m going out early in the morning, weather and all. Ugh. I’ve never been eaten by wild animals, but it can’t as bad as being on Milwaukee at 10:00 AM on the day before Christmas.
And I won’t have time to do any writing Sunday, either. I’ve been trying to convince my family for decades that atheists should be exempt from all this shit. Hasn’t worked. Which is okay, in its way. If they left me out of everything, I’d miss the ham. And the pies. That’s the real meaning of Christmas, you know. The pies.
I’ll stick some charming illustrations on the blog for anyone who wanders by looking for something to look at. And may all my Facebook/blog friends excuse me for not wishing you a Merry Christmas or a Happy Holidays. If you can find anything merry or happy about any of this, you’re a better person than I am.
I call this “Pig Peeling Potatoes.” I find it very pleasant and pastoral. Pacifying, even. The perception of peacefulness is almost palpable, don’t you pagree?
I’m not sure what to make of this one, other than I think we should have been told what that eagle is saying to the turkey.
I am not now, nor will I ever be, a proponent of hedgehog fighting. But it would be sort of cute, don’t you think?
And finally, for the most pleasing of all, “Gophers Go A-Gardening”—though I suspect they are actually guinea pigs. Or maybe hamsters. Hell, I don’t know. They could be some kind of Irish rat. But they sure are cute.