Riding Along

Bicycles are the finest of all the means of transportation. That’s because most of the best thought the world has ever known was thought on a bicycle seat. Consider the many great inventions, such as refrigeration. Refrigeration was invented on a bicycle, probably. Then too, you don’t have to spend a lot of time maintaining your bicycle, compared to a pony, burro or llama.

As Crumby rode along today, his noggin brimmed with notions, fantasies, conceits and opinions. He also had a brilliant idea or two. But why should Crumby share his brilliant ideas? What good would my brilliant ideas do anybody? No. Their fate is sealed, potted meat, for export.

Yes. Potted meat for export is the best hope for those many Americans who can’t or won’t work. Anon, their ship shall come in. Anon, once that ship is loaded, it shall metaphorically set sail or depart for the various ports of protein starved Asia. Mercy! Those protein starved Asians can and will work. But they need potted meat to boost their productivity even more. Goodness!

Does anyone dare suggest that some of the potted meat could wind up on, uh, the dark continent, uh, Africa? Well it could. Maybe a stray can or two could fetch up on a sunny beach of the dark continent. How ironic would that be?

Personally, Crumby does not feel like potted meat is exactly like cannibalism. Potted meat comes in a can. You have to employ a machine to open the can. That’s not cannibalism. That’s civilized.

Anyway, no since Crumby sharing brilliant ideas with future potted meat, civilized or not.