Here’s is the original poem that was set to music →→→ Stay The Fuck At Home
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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His blue dinosaur/dragon/whatever appears to be appalled by the salty language.
Yep, I agree.
Here’s a much less salty but good-humored bit of advice for cats on how to keep a healthful schedule during quarantine. After all, die Katzen know they are good company for their human slaves during these trying times:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cllwHb89dfA&ab_channel=cheezburger
Cats can suffer too because of the pandemic, our young friend had to go to the Animal Hospital; but unlike every other time our cats were sick or hurt, we couldn’t go in with them to hold and comfort them in the scary place. The new rules in our area are park in front of the door, call the front desk, wait inside the car for an aide to come out to take our friend in. While we wait in the car and Max has to endure the handling of strangers without our comfort. And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him. He disappears before they get out of the car.
BTW, earlier this morning I couldn’t get onto AD, got a Wordpress error. Thought I should mention it.
Good information about the kitty John. I was fortunate since Olive’s annual checkup and shot boosting moment (she needs to be sedated at the vet) happened several weeks back.
“And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him.”
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True here too. We have 4 cats and no one but my wife and me has ever seen them. lol When they hear a noise that is not expected, VAMOOSE!, they is gone!
Every cat we have ever had received their initial shots and then never received any more. We have an established plan where it has been impossible for over 30 years for any of them to escape our domain. They all live like lazy kings, though all 4 are gurlz. Queens?
Supposedly the origination of the word f*ck
came from prostitutes being charged a fee
to practice their trade. Hence: Fornication
Under Consent of the King