Pomp and Circumstance
Last night watched the Little Brother graduate from Metro State University. Congratulations to him. Whoop. Whoop. The new Saint Paul Chief of Police was the commencement speaker. He set out to break some sort of personal best by giving a speech in under seven minutes. He even had another cop time him. I don’t know if he was running late for something or just wanted to make it home in time to watch the final episode of The Apprentice, but it seemed like an odd thing to do. So he launches into this speech, talking extraordinarily fast and everyone in the auditorium looks over at the poor interpreter for the hard of hearing who has just crapped his pants because there’s no way he’s going to be able to keep up with The Chief. The Chief got him beat.
I got to hand it to The Chief, in his seven minutes he had some sapient sage butter to spread on the sober graduates, toasting in their robes. Learn from this hot tamale of balanced astuteness: “Success is the child of audacity”.
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How about that? After being struck by that knowledge bomb, I now plan to follow those words to the letter! By being rude, cocky, and shameless, I’m’a gonna swagger my ass up your ladder and gnaw off your brass rings of decorum and courtesy. And I wont stop chewing until “you count your friends on a hand of amputated fingers”. I will stand at the top satiated by the curdle of blood.
Whoa. Too much coffee this morning?
I would like to know tho, if success is indeed the child of audacity, then one would assume that audacity is the mother, right? So then, who is the father of audacity or is success being raised by a single parent? Immaculate conception? Can’t rule it out. Or can we? To much to think about for a Friday. Must move on to simpler matters:
Wookie Christmas. Featuring Chewbacca’s little one’s Lumpy and Itchy.
Small Oranges.
You have bad taste in music.
Cool fridges.
Modern Bird Houses.
Today’s photo is from a book by German Photographer Robert Lebeck. The book is entitled Angeberpostkarten, which I think translates to something approximating ‘swanky postcards’.