Been Sick Feeling Better

Alrighty then, Children of the Corny, we are gathered here this morning to dispel the rumor that Monkeymind has buried his head in the sand and asks not what he can do for his blog, but rather, what the blog can do for him. Tear down this wall Mr. J. Crew Chef and put up a fence so we can see what the hell's going on over there. Remember, this is a blog by the people, for the people, up with people and down by the old mill stream. Tip a canoe and your waiter too for has it not been said that he who laughs last is slow to get the joke? Remember the Maine because if you don't, who will. It is our right, it is our doodie to put forth the truth as we know it even if it's a downright falsehood instead of a realhood like Capone. Move with me into the future which is right now, no, wait, now, tough to get a handle on as I go where no man has gone before without knocking first to see if there are any women inside to verify the existence of all things known throughout the ages as unknowable. Follow me as I lead the way from the back of the pack to the top of the heap where through the fog you can see forever. Am I not right? Is it not so? Wherefore then I ask because wherefore is not only a word but a question in its own right that needs no answer. We know wherefore, don't we? It's onward and upward to a greater glory that awaits the new day over the hill and through the woods to grandmother's house of cards. So walk to the beat of your own drummer, don't shoot the piano player and do exactly as I tell you. Rise up I say, rise up and greet the new day as it unfolds with all its splendor and promise. Unless it's raining. In a case like that go back to bed.