I was walking on the ocean floor the other day, when I ran into a school of dry fish. I stopped by the local full service center, filled my tank full of water, and sped off to spend the day at the local baseball field. No one was able to find any baseballs because the golf course store was closed, and the barber told me that he just sold the last one. I decided to stop by the local bowling alley and get my annual haircut. After getting my haircut at the used car lot, I stopped by the funeral home to shop for groceries, but the bartender was not there, so he sent me to the local bus station. After getting my groceries from the doctor’s office, I stopped by to see what was going on at the local burger joint, but no one had any bed sheets for sale. Darn, I thought, why is the swim club sold out of bed sheets?

Anyway, a day on the ocean floor is not at all, what it’s supposed to be, so I flew into space, golly, ever fly into space?, your arms sure do get tired. Well, before I flew into the sun, I decided to pull up my swimming shorts, so they would not slide down from the impact of the heavy water. After flying past Jupiter, I stopped at the eye doctor on Mars, who told me the baker had picked up all of the spectacles. Funny thing is, I never found the bakery, they had picked up, moved out, and moved back to the ocean floor on Mercury! Right away, I knew space was going to be about as productive as ocean earth, the water planet!

Just when I thought gravity could not get any lighter, the feathers on my arms fell off, leaving me adrift in space, lucky for me, a heavy flying hog was going my way, and allowed me to hitch a ride to Neptune, guess what?, the Venus travel agency lied to me, the bakery was not on Mercury at all, but 34 miles underneath the skyscrapers in the heart of the post office. What a day, guess I will go back to Pluto and see if I can find any rocks to eat, my head is getting hungry.

Well, here I am, back on the moon, where I started my day, it’s good to be home, I see the dry fish are still teaching all of the insects, to stay in the water, where they belong.

If you are thinking that the following blog made no sense, your right, well done. It was after all, a tribute to progressives, who seem to be pushing laws that make no sense, or working to strike down other laws that are simple common sense. The tribute included much of pop-culture, because much of contemporary thought has become insanity. Many conservatives have embraced a thought process, that is a sister theme, that only gives way, to the greater lunacy of progressives, so much so, that many conservatives, have gained, what is a little better than a reprobate mind. The last tribute is to many in our government, who are adamant, about making up and supporting new twisted rights, all at the expense of existing rights or moral traditions, rights and traditions, that have been long established in our former culture, a culture that once belonged to the sane man and woman. The blog above would make no sense 20 years ago, or it would have been just a kind of joke writing exercise, and it still may be that to me, and some others, but today, maybe that’s how someone feels, maybe it’s a reality, maybe it’s real to someone, who are any of us to judge?

Up-coming blogs shall reveal the absolute lunacy of our culture today. Write ya soon.

Mark Damon