Overheard at Table 2: Cuticle Infections

Oh that's what this was.  It was on his face and on his hands.  It stays in your system forever.

And that’s the problem, if you get that infected and that’s what happened to me, I cut my cuticle while doing something out side and believe it or not I got the first one when I stepped on a nail.  Went through my shoe.  Pulled my shoe off like this …

Put your shoe back on, Stinky Feet!

Overheard at Booth 4: Abby Rhodes Speaks to her Chiropractor

Abigail Rhodes, talking on her cellphone, says, "Oh I know it was just another day without back pain and I really enjoy being without the back pain and I thank you so much but I can't help but wondering now without the back pain, what really do I do?   It's like, sometimes you get so used to something that even though it weighs you down and is this mind-numbing constant pain that once you get rid of it you don't know what to do with yourself ....


"Yes, yes, it's EXACTLY like getting a divorce!  I know, right!"

Overheard at Booth 3: ISIS Camps

Feral: Heard there were ISIS camps being set up all over the country.  Is that making your ammo sales go up.


Gordon: Not really.  Maybe it might in the communities where these ISIS camps are.  'Round here it's really whenever people think the government's coming for the guns.  Then ammo sales go up.


Feral: So, Obama then.


Gordon: Yeah.  He was great for sales.  Trump, not so much, really.

A Quote for the Day

"Faith and knowledge lean largely upon each other in the practice of medicine."

— Peter Mere Latham

Peter Mere Latham (July 1, 1789 – July 20, 1875) was an English physician and educator.

Overheard at Table 4: Dialogue with a Compassionate Conservative

MR:  I can’t believe that the ISD has 70 million dollars for a high-school football stadium but still can’t feed all the grade school kids.

 

COMPASSIONATE CONSERVAIVE: That’s not the school’s job that’s the parents’ job.

 

MR: Easy to say when you can.

Overheard at Table 4: Y'all Better Pray

"Y'all just better pray there ain't no Fanatical-Islamic-inspired attack of any kind because the resulting Fascist police state clampdown will make the Patriot Act look like a day at the spa."

Overheard at Table 3: Chaffetz back at home in Utah

Jason Chaffetz was at a town hall last night.  Thousands inside, hundreds more outside.  Lots of chanting and shouting, I mean these guys are pissed OFF.

But what got me was one question in particular, the question was "Now that a sexual predator is in the White House, what are you going to do to protect women's rights?"

The guy then launches into this long speech about how he's going to let the EPA and the National Park Service dismiss employees without any problem.  Apparently for years they've been telling him that they are rife with sexual predators and just can't seem to get rid of them.

I mean, SERIOUSLY?!  This is the best he can come up with?  He's not even GOOD at the pivot!"

Poem: Moonlight, Moons Ago

Moonlight, Moons Ago

 

The moonlight, many moons

ago, would splash liquid mercury

 

across the sharpened grass, black

ened from day’s summer sun.

 

The silver glow would recede, then,

into the farmer’s field, beyond

 

the barbed-wire fence, where once

I had cut open my head, jumping

 

through, while trying to catch

an errant cat.   Several moons ( and

 

several cats) after, the farmer’s

field was plowed under, rutted

 

into clay and dirt patterns, a

schematic for the cement roads

 

which foreshadowed houses,

larger than our houses, until

 

at last, the city finally buried the

memory of the farmer’s field.

 

But the moon did not forget.

The moon never forgets.

 

The moon merely pulls back,

recedes, turns away, some would

 

say “sadly,” a dull grey shadow

against the black asphalt shingles

 

of houses burned and black

ened from the day’s summer sun.

MR

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