Ray's Thought for the Day - Off Goes Rumpler

Off goes Rumpler, his tear-stained underwear perched on his old oily noggin. Yepper, Rumpler is gone off. What will he do now? Hopefully he will confine his antics to the Mammonite opining circuit, babbling at the ignorant and vulgar. But more likely, he will have a hand on the trickle down spigot, making sure plenty of trickle down drips on out to the always thirsting and hungering agents of global population control, plus our brave interrogators. Maybe, some of the trickle down will go towards teaching some of them Arabic. But more likely, considering Rumpler’s predilection for babble, most of the trickle down shall be intended for the netherworld of virtual security.

But I weary of all this. After all, Evil Vice Minister Chitlin opined that Rumpler was the greatest Secretary of Defense (SOD), ever. The Kinglet echoed Chitlin’s praise, Uh, uh, uh. Why worry? Let the Wicker Man sort it out.

I have my own problems to consider; potential chafing events, maintaining myself in good standing with two girl friends and a rambunctious sister, making good progress as a Sun God Trainee, keeping up with the CB calendar (uh oh), monitoring my bosom companion part time, the bur-clover crusade, a failing moisture regime in these parts (Effective Immediately- Critical Stage Drought, Water Restrictions - Enforced), and some other stuff I don’t have time to spell out in this venue. No wonder I need a delicious cinnamon bun once a week to keep me perked up.

Yepper. It’s that time again. Time to strap on the lead boots and head on out, adventuring onward until I gain my treasure, my delicious cinnamon bun.