Mangled Thoughts

a last one before laying down the rubber on the bitumen. RWDBs devour classics right from the day they can utter`, Mummy!’ The apostrophe in the imperative mood conveying, `Hey, throw this frigging driverl out, Peter Pan, Dick and Dora and bloody Spot, ( and such like uglies, and get me a read, like MacBeth and Hemingway !’

Now, what do leftoid adults read and give as wedding presents, forget children? This sort of vomit:

Shel Silverstein’s famous fable, The Giving Tree.

The Giving Tree is about a lifelong friendship between a man and an apple tree. As a young boy and then as an adolescent, the man plays with the tree, but when he grows up and moves on in life, he abandons it and only drops by to visit intermittently in the ensuing decades. After each visit, and with his leafy friend?s consent, the man amputates a piece of the tree to help him earn an income, build a house, and construct a boat.

Each time, the tree is said to be happy to have had the opportunity to see its old friend and to give to him once again, just like old times. At the end of the book, the man is old, near death, decrepit, and the tree is a stump, with nothing left to give the man but a place to sit and rest.

Chris Westley expands on the juvenile predilections of leftoids:

That Insufferable “Giving Tree”
by Chris Westley
Given the idiotic assignation of human feelings to the tree in a story that depicts an odd man-tree friendship, it is hard to see the appeal of this book. Those drawn to it, it seems to me, tend to have a left-of-center orientation…

Leftoids, as demonstrated by Bracks, Pike, Kerry, speak at people in the dumbed down ergot of a Dick and Dora reader. The above shows, they are hardened crims.

Well, readers, that’s it until a Monday fortnight. I’ll pick up on the item on Socialism then. Then , I will also fix up the email on the email button , something I’ve neglected to do. In anycase, the estimable gentlemen Mr. Louis Hissink and Illibcc are here to goad you: and I enjoyed reading the Russian literature Louis, v. much. It’s too late to round with the RWDB bloggers, but gad, they’re good.

Until the Monday fortnight,
Raaaaaaaaaaahhhhh,
D.