Last month’s series of atmospheric river rain and snowstorms was a real humdinger or, as I like to call it, a real “dumbhinger.” Now, what’s that supposed to mean? Oh, I don’t know, it’s just something that popped into my head. Anyway, luckily, the stately Motley Manor didn’t slide off its hillside slope like all those homes in Malibu and Altadena. Now, what’s left of the storms is flooding the southern states and the East Coast.
I just now woke up after a long winter’s night and, whata ya know, it’s another beautiful blue Skyrizi day in paradise. Not only that, it’s all-of-a-sudden spring and I feel like marching down to the lake, singing, dancing and laughing with the hundreds of happy, woke folks who have just become enlightened by the latest happy time drugs: Skyrizi, Wegovy and Ozempic. I’ve never seen so many happy, woke souls marching through the supermarket, singing, dancing and laughing, just like you see on TV. Now that the sun is up and woke, I’m a wide a-woke bloke. Might’s well get up now and have my morning bowl of Honey Smacks.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it’s all right. Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here. Here comes the sun and I say it’s all right. (“Here Comes The Sun” – The Beatles – circa 1969)
There are, however, other folks who are not woke and they don’t want you to be woke, they prefer to be mean and miserable. As for me, I’m as woke as I can be, socially conscious and enlightened, so I will continue marching to the beat of a different drum.
You and I march to the beat of a different drum. Oh, can’t you tell by the way I run every time you make eyes at me? Whoa, you cry and moan and say it will work out, but honey child I’ve got my doubts, you can’t see the forest from the trees. (“Different Drum” – Linda Ronstadt/Stone Ponys – 1967)
Stay woke and, whatever you do…
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
0 Comments