Pummeled Prose – And Other Vulgarities

Looks like another Raghead attack in London. The shitstain killed 3 people, stabbed a copper, was subsequently shot, and died later. Asshole.

They should bury him completely wrapped in bacon – of poor quality.

Underneath a pig-sty, near a brewery or a Jewish temple.

Wearing a yarmulke, women’s lingerie, and a Christian cross – all over the bacon, of course.

And with a Menorah shoved up his ass. Sideways.

I was doing a Net search today and – for God-knows what reason – ended up looking at the definition of “ethics” on various definition-engines.

None of the definitions really  pleased me because they all seemed to casually conflate or interchange “Morals” with “Ethics” and vice-versa.

Admittedly I am an Old Fart. But I was taught (by my father) a very concise definition of both, and have never found my definition wanting:

• Morality is an agreement you make with Yourself to obey a specific set of rules (that you set). If you obey said rules, you are moral.
• Ethics are an agreement you make with Society to obey a specific set of rules (that Society sets). If you obey said rules, you are ethical.

Notice the difference.

Also note that it is quite possible  – under the above rules – for one to be both moral & ethical, or immoral but ethical, or moral but unethical, or both immoral & unethical.

Here ends the lesson.

I saw a science(!!) article somewhere about someone finding a Daddy Long-Leg trapped in amber for 90 million years. The unique thing about this DL-L is that “he” apparently died with a boner.

I have no idea where this Daddy Long-Leg’s boner is in the photo. But I will graciously accept that whoever said it was there knows what they are talking about.

Um … it may be that boner-looking thing in the bottom-center of the photo pointing to the left. But that looks like a Praying (Preying?) Mantis head to me.

Who cares.

Mostly, I posted this babble to see if anyone is still out there.

So … is there?

Could be that the muse is upon me, after a 4-year* hiatus.

*I wrote this 2 years ago, lost it, re-found it today, and posted it.

Does this thing even work now? By Circe! I think it does!

Holy sheep shit! Look! I’m talking!

I’m feeling a post coming on. Gawd! It’s been a long time.

Hello? Is anyone out there?

My barn – shown below – was built about 1932 :

Well, here’s what it looked like a few months ago:

And – finally – a month or so later:

And – meanwhile – here is the date stone from the barn:

One last piece of status information:

Brrrt, beloved most recent (and final) cat of McGoo – and Mouser Extraordinaire! –  was mercilessly bumped off and presumably eaten by coyote or coyotes unknown on or about March 16, 2012 while he was on duty – patrolling  the boundaries of the McGoo estate.

It is my fervent hope that he gave much heartburn & acid indigestion to all concerned canines. RIP.

Revenge will be mine – sayeth McGoo, The Wrathful

Brrrt – surveying his realm.

This is just a place-keeper site so I have a WordPress “presence”.

I will NOT be posting anything here, or – generally speaking – anywhere else except on special occasions.

Why? Because I don’t want to anymore. I’m tired. I’m sorry, but I’m just dog-tired.

McGoo demonstrates his truck’s mountaineering feature.

Maybe there is an easier way to do this (I believe there is), but its the way I know and I’m too old and lazy to learn another.

Best wishes to all my friends, and no offense intended, ever!

-Steamboat McGoo-