Yeah They've Come To Snuff The Rooster...

Firstly, I've added one of those "blog followers" things over there on the right side of the whatchamacallit. Everyone seems to be doing it and of course heeding OR ignoring the words of my mother "If everyone jumped off a cliff would you jump too?"... Well... probably if it looked like fun and I wouldn't get hurt too much. So where it says Happy go lucky sonofaguns, click the "follow" words and you'll get to put your picture up there and I'll be sending you a kitten or a diamond ring or something even more specialer at Christmas or on your birthday.

Just do it. I've got like 4 outstanding human beans following and they need company. It's the truth.




Okay, I've been puny for about a day. I've got the man-cold. I've been hovering near death for the past 12 hours. This of course is Sally's version. My version is, I just feel crappy. I even passed up playing music last night so you KNOW I'm sick if I do that. This is my last "allowed" day of man coldness so tomorrow, bright and early I'll quit coughing, my raw throat will be healed by a miracle and I'll want to go cut a load of firewood.

Gah.




There's an awesome old Alice In Chains song titled "rooster" that has nothing to do with todays blog other than I stole a line from the song. You can look it up on youtube if you wanna listen to it. Anyway, a buncha years ago we had some chickens that ran around outside and for whatever reason we ended up with a bunch of white roosters. This is all good, I coulda cared less except for the fact that at dawns early light they would all pick a basement window to see their reflection in and then spend the rest of the day.... until dark.... crowing at themselves. It was cute for awhile and guests were always entertained by it, but a man can take only so much rooster crowing, and 12 hours a day of it, from all corners of the house was just a bit too much.

My daughter Nicky and I grew to hate the roosters. We seriously had not a touch of love whatsover for those stupid roosters... and a person can only have so many roosters. "So Many" is usually 1.

I tried getting rid of 'em by giving them away. Anyone that stopped I tried to give 'em a rooster or roosters. I finally pawned ONE off to my neighbor Virgil. No one wanted the dang things.

I honestly don't remember what precipitated the event of "snuff the roosters day", other than we were both having a pretty rotten day and were sitting in the living room trying to get one another to show pity on ourselves. While this was going on, there were 4 roosters posted at various basement windows crowing their stupid little chicken brains out at their reflections.

Nicky and I paused in our pity wallowing. I said... "lets kill the roosters". Her face instantly brightened. She said "You mean it?" We grabbed a 12 gauge, walked out in the yard and went completely Rambo on the stupid roosters.

It was mayhem.

It was also one of Nicky's most hysterical and happiest childhood memories. :-)

Maybe you had to be here. Maybe you had to hear the crowing cacophony for 12 hours a day, EVERY day... non-stop.

Silence was golden.


I ran across this video of this rooster... This ol' boy would last about 30 minutes around here.









What can I add?



One more video that totally breaks the boundaries of WTF. A Japanese game show contestant, dressed in blackface, doing an impression of Louis Armstrong, phonetically singing "what a wonderful world" and then playing a pretend trumpet... to the audiences apparent great pleasure.







Amazing 'eh?




Have a great Sunday evening.
J.






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