PensionersRants
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Old Boats
On one of my trips to the Caribbean, a WW 2 landing craft was used to ferry passengers from the ship to an island. It would bump on the sand, the ramp in the front would drop down, and we would all walk off. It was a weird experience. I kept thinking of Normandy.
It's Customary
They have a custom in Spain on New Year's Eve to eat 12 grapes in the last 12 seconds before midnight. It's called the 12 grapes of luck.. I was at a ball in Madrid one New Year's Eve and tried that. 12 seconds is not long enough.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Friday, December 18, 2015
I read this in "Gone Tomorrow (Jack Reacher, #13)"
" If you take political candidates as a population example, then the United States is a third world country. Everyone grows up poor, drinking water is a luxury, shoes are rare, a square meal is cause for jubilant celebration."
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
This is how it all began….
Once
upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing.
He
called the royal weather forecaster and inquired as to the weather forecast for
the next few hours. The weatherman assured him that there was no chance of rain
in the coming days. So the king went fishing with his wife, the
queen.
On the
way he met a farmer on his donkey. Upon seeing the king the farmer said, “Your
Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time I
expect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area”.
The
king was polite and considerate, he replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in
high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. And
besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I
trust him and I will continue on my way.” So he continued on his way.
However, a short time later a torrential
rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their
entourage chuckled upon seeing them in such a shameful condition.
Furious, the king returned to the palace
and gave the order to fire the professional. Then he summoned the farmer and
offered him the prestigious and high paying role of royal forecaster.
The
farmer said, “Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting. I obtain
my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with
certainty that it will rain.”
So the
king hired the donkey.
And
thus began the practice of hiring dumb asses to work in the government and
occupy its highest and most influential positions.
And
the practice is unbroken to this date...
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