Ray's Thought for the Day - A Druid Ethics Lesson
Well now, I just did a good cleanin' of this computer keyboard holder as one of my many chores of yesterday's spring cleanin' of the CB. Yet here on this very keyboard holder I do espy some tiny grains of fine cut snuff, scattered about. Then, as I check on the proceeds of the venue I see that Crumby has been at it in the wee hours so that explains the snuff granules.
Rayetta! Crumby has been in here dirtyin' up the keyboard holder with snuff agin'. Right after I cleaned it up and all.
All righty then Ray. I'll get on Crumby about that subtopic yet agin' for sure, and he shall have to clean it up, anon.
Ha! Justice!
But then consider this scenario that may have occurred to someone a while back. This young feller fer example works at an office and one day the bosses are after him to do some work real fast, but his computer won't work so he borrows a neighbors computer and after getting cleared to log in on this other computer, he commences workin' away forlornly but dutifully. But then his energy and enthusiasm level falls as his alienation increases and to compensate he pulls out a brick of Days Work chewin' tobacco. He bites off a hunk and thus distracted by the nice chaw and the blood rushin' to his head and the familiarity and comfort induced of a nice chaw, he proceeds more contentedly and resignedly to his task.
Purty soon though, he needs to spit and he is reluctant to spit in this office because he is purty sure the regular of the office may not want tobacco spit in the trash can or some other potential receptacle round about. Thus ruminating he happily goes off to take a little break and find somewhere to spit. Having spat, this young feller then says to hisself, perhaps I should get rid of this tobacco now? But he decides against that option due to the potential juiciness still retained in that particular chaw which, as ye may recall, was only just a few minutes previously put in, and thus retains much potential juice. So back our young office worker goes to his temporary cubicle where he plans to industriously continue with his important assigned duty until he needs to spit agin'. On the way back to the cubicle though he espies a stray cat. This young feller says to hisself, ha here's a nice kitty and proceeds to pick the stray cat up and rub it all over his face for this particular young feller enjoys rubbing kitties on his face.
Done with kitty rubbing on his face and much satisfied and happy our young proletarian dutifully heads on back to his cubicle and after but a few involuntary fidgets recommences on the assigned important duty. He works and works and works some more, and a good while passes with him a workin', but then all of a sudden and out of nowhere and fer no good reason he, of a sudden, sneezes violently, his mouth to overflowing with tobacco juice.
The spasm passed he surveys the damage and yes indeed tobacco juice has gotten onto most of the electric gizmos set before him and he assays to clean up the mess. This he does do efficaciously, clean up the most conspicuous of the mess, except for that component of the juice that has inexplicably disappeared into the innards of the keyboard under and around the keys.
The question now arises, what are this young fellows upcomin' ethical responsibilities? What would you do if this was you?
However, I just went out to check the rain guage and made the happy discovery of almost three tics. So now I have to sum that up into the onrushin' precipitation total fer "I am a Mighty Snark in the Formerly Cutivated Area and the CB Tree is Phaestoglochin Caric Sedges Month".
Rayetta! Crumby has been in here dirtyin' up the keyboard holder with snuff agin'. Right after I cleaned it up and all.
All righty then Ray. I'll get on Crumby about that subtopic yet agin' for sure, and he shall have to clean it up, anon.
Ha! Justice!
But then consider this scenario that may have occurred to someone a while back. This young feller fer example works at an office and one day the bosses are after him to do some work real fast, but his computer won't work so he borrows a neighbors computer and after getting cleared to log in on this other computer, he commences workin' away forlornly but dutifully. But then his energy and enthusiasm level falls as his alienation increases and to compensate he pulls out a brick of Days Work chewin' tobacco. He bites off a hunk and thus distracted by the nice chaw and the blood rushin' to his head and the familiarity and comfort induced of a nice chaw, he proceeds more contentedly and resignedly to his task.
Purty soon though, he needs to spit and he is reluctant to spit in this office because he is purty sure the regular of the office may not want tobacco spit in the trash can or some other potential receptacle round about. Thus ruminating he happily goes off to take a little break and find somewhere to spit. Having spat, this young feller then says to hisself, perhaps I should get rid of this tobacco now? But he decides against that option due to the potential juiciness still retained in that particular chaw which, as ye may recall, was only just a few minutes previously put in, and thus retains much potential juice. So back our young office worker goes to his temporary cubicle where he plans to industriously continue with his important assigned duty until he needs to spit agin'. On the way back to the cubicle though he espies a stray cat. This young feller says to hisself, ha here's a nice kitty and proceeds to pick the stray cat up and rub it all over his face for this particular young feller enjoys rubbing kitties on his face.
Done with kitty rubbing on his face and much satisfied and happy our young proletarian dutifully heads on back to his cubicle and after but a few involuntary fidgets recommences on the assigned important duty. He works and works and works some more, and a good while passes with him a workin', but then all of a sudden and out of nowhere and fer no good reason he, of a sudden, sneezes violently, his mouth to overflowing with tobacco juice.
The spasm passed he surveys the damage and yes indeed tobacco juice has gotten onto most of the electric gizmos set before him and he assays to clean up the mess. This he does do efficaciously, clean up the most conspicuous of the mess, except for that component of the juice that has inexplicably disappeared into the innards of the keyboard under and around the keys.
The question now arises, what are this young fellows upcomin' ethical responsibilities? What would you do if this was you?
However, I just went out to check the rain guage and made the happy discovery of almost three tics. So now I have to sum that up into the onrushin' precipitation total fer "I am a Mighty Snark in the Formerly Cutivated Area and the CB Tree is Phaestoglochin Caric Sedges Month".
posted by ray pistrum at Thursday, March 09, 2006
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