I had decided to post one last column about Cecil the Lion but it's just too juicy a story to give up on.
The Council Bluffs Cowboy and I were exchanging emails this morning.
He told me about having to listen to an 80 year old liberal woman extoll the virtues of Bill Clinton. He wasn't certain how the conversation came up but the lady(word used loosely) blamed Monica because she took advantage of the Horn Dog. When the Cowboy mentioned 'the other women' the octogenarian wasn't familiar with any of these. Blame it on Alzheimer's.
Anyway, I sent him a note regarding our new pal, Cecil. It was fortunate for the Minnesota dentist and our population, in general, that the big guy was and where it was aka Africa. What if the lion had been a Black tribal lion but roamed the plains of St. Louis. Worse, what if the doctor's name was Sambo?
Then we'd all be subjected to rioting(especially at the renowned St. Louis Zoo) and thousands of signs reading #Black Lions Lives Matter would be on all the non-watched liberal TV shows.
Just a thought on what might be in this wacky world.
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