Hmmm. Who?
Someone sent me the pic and the explanation:
While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher whose hand was caught in the squeeze gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man.
Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his role as our president.
The old rancher said, ‘Well, ya know, Obama is a ‘Post Turtle”.
Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him, what a ‘post turtle’ was.
The old rancher said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle’.
The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. “You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, he’s elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just wonder what kind of dumb ass put him up there to begin with.”
See? What I usually do. An easy post sitting on top of a complex post. This is the one you feel comfortable responding to.
And the one I’m most likely to be hauled away for. What with being a post turtle myself in the age of new media.
Unless I’m really just a Yertle Turtle…
King of the Mud.
Tradeoffs. Comments, Ho! Because I’d really like to hear something from y’all.
Even the ones who stand so tall. Busy is the new virtue.
Sadly, it still leads inexorably to mud.
I used to have a vision of the pond myself. Now the pond is a dot in the landscape of my nightmares. Take my advice. Talk to the Yertle.
Post turtle. I love it and I think it’s true. Every time we have an international crisis from now on that picture is going to pop into my head. Obama with his limbs flailing about in the Oval Office whilst VaJ & Michelle screech at him.
In a mostly unrelated comment, I have been remiss by not recommending the new Captain America movie to everyone here. It’s not just a phenomenal action movie, but very timely as well. I think many of the stories being done in the current Marvel movies were originally published back when Dubya was still president and liberals were concerned about things like a corrupt gov’t spying on its own citizens. When/If you get around to watching it, replace the name of the villain with “Democrat Party” and you’ll see what I mean.
Additonally, that show Agents of Shield on ABC (downright awful for the first 12 episodes or so) instantly became very good with the episode that tied in to the Winter Soldier movie. I mention this in case you find yourself desperately searching for something decent to watch, as I have been.
You’re not working with me, T. I was subtly directing people to focus on the more difficult post they don’t want to synthesize. Help me out here. Please.
OMG! You got a post turtle and Dr. Suess in one blog. I’m getting the evil eye for typing instead of scratching my DH’s ears, just had to say thanks. Just let it all out and give it a burp! Bet a DH can show you how to, with class 🙂
Funny thing. Took Rae to McDonalds this morning. They made us wait and omitted his Sausage McMuffin. When the woman finally came with the corrected order, I told her the one she had to answer to was Raebert. You should have seen the look on her face when she saw who was standing over my shoulder. I know you’ve seen that look. But it’s priceless every time you see it. Awe. Incredulity. Admiration. How can it be?
You know how. Welcome and keep coming back. Renee. Help us tell people how amazing deerhounds are. I’m obviously not doing a good enough job of that.
Raebert probably eats more food daily then that McDonald’s worker. Her look was probably one of shock as she internalized the fact that dogs are treated better then the majority of women in this country. Then again maybe women deserve there positions of slavery, it must be there karma for being such bitches.
I am working on that essay you mentioned it is taking me longer then expected because the patrons that use to fund the pleasure gardens and the high art have been busy taking trips to McDonald’s instead of growing art. Also some Deutsche bags dumped a bunch of gross used furniture in one of the pleasure gardens and the Drunks, drug dealers, pimps and whores have taken it over. I am concerned they might have trampled on my hazelnut seedlings. I am not looking forward to cleaning up there debris, it’s been weeks and they are still there. I wish I could send out the kings guard to push them along but an artist can only do so much.
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