F You And Your Happy Life!

The Pursuit of Political Corectness ...

What a wonderful day. The birds are singing and there is a gentle warm breeze.
It is the autumn and the leaves have many bright colors. Look at the brown
hares in the tall grasses and the soaring hawks above. How majestic are the
swaying fields and trees and brilliant blue the sky. Do I hear the little
tit wallow? Chipmunks scamper about, while squirrels perform acrobatics in the
elm.

"Why hello!" Bob has met his neighbor Zack. Zack is a slender young man in sandals
and shorts with baggy pockets and an assault rifle over his shoulder.
"Zack are you hunting?" Bob queries. Zack scratches his bell he has a Confederate Flag
t-shirt under his camo jacket. "The elites are going to kill us off. They don't need us.
They want Trump to fail. Me and others are forming a militia. You want in?" Zack asks.
There is a screech from the tall grass a hawk flies off with a rabbit.
Bob and Zack witness this and then return to the conversation. "Well, Zack that sounds
great but, I have this bad back and I don't think I can be any good to your cause."
Bob's answer doesn't sit well with Zack.

"Your a pussy!" Zack shouts and stomps off.

Bob watches Zack, making certain his neighbor doesn't take a pot shot at him.
Once Zack is well away Bob returns home and makes some soup. He stares out at the bay.
How beautiful and rhythmic the waves are. There is a sloop and some lovely young lady on it.
He turns on the RIVER channel on his radio, "Hurricane Irma is heading for Florida with winds
up to 175 miles an hour." Bob hopes the people in Florida are safe. Thank goodness he lives
in Kittery, Maine. The weather forecast continues, "Flooding predicted for Maine along with
high waves." Bob shuts the radio off. His house is on high ground and set back in an inlet
to the bay. ..

"That's the elite using their weather machines to drown us!" Zack shouts through Bob's
window. Bob spills his soup. "Jesus, Zack!" Bob shouts back. "They got this array up in
Alaska that's called HAARP .. It can create storms. There trying to reduce the surplus
population." Zack explains and reaches in the window and snatches some crackers.
"Okay! Can I have a few moments of peace?" Bob is getting angry. Zack shrugs and walks
away. Bob stirs his soup with his silver spoon and breaks some crackers in it.
He watches the seagulls ride the currents of the wind and switches the RIVER station.
"North Korea launched a hydrogen bomb at California it fell into the sea."
Bob puts his hands on his and rubs his and finger tips into his scalp.

"Why don't they play Spinning Wheel?" Bob groans.


Reflections~ Round like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning in
a never ending wheel.+


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