"It's either immediately understood or can not be explained."

Henry Edward Fool

Emma Moonsinger

Darryl Mockridge
THE RECIDIVIST: The Never-Ending Trials of Henry Edward Fool


I was thinking out loud, delineating my most highly developed natural skills for my poor forbearing wife,
and I realized that none of them is what you would call a ‘marketable’ skill.

Briefly, I can;
using an apple, knock another apple off a tree from thirty paces,
recognize people I know or have met from the back of their heads, on the street;
recognize facial characteristics of people my wife and I both know, in people we don’t know, typically of
another race,
detect, within forty seconds, the moment at which a dog will choose to evacuate his bowels,
AND my wife tells me that I do a remarkably convincing imitation of a drunk.

I had to admit to her—as I believe I’ve already admitted to you—that none of these skills individually is
very impressive—anyone might possess one of them, or even a couple, and go unnoticed through life—
but, the unique combination of all of these skills certainly says something about me.
Buy this booklet
for someone you know
who is far too intelligent
to continue nursing
such a stupid habit
"Smoking is largely a mindless activity. The answer
to mindlessness is CONSCIOUS THOUGHT-- you
know, actually thinking about what you are doing."
--------------------------.                   Darryl Mockridge
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Ah, Blétante, where illegal aliens pay for their own
deportation, where a woman’s right to all
necessary medical treatment does not negate her
taking responsibility for her own actions, where
idiocy is still called idiocy, liars are called liars and
no one apologizes for telling the truth. Blétante,
where celebrities, sports stars and politicians
gladly work under a self-imposed salary cap, where
every representative can tell you what any tax paying
citizen wants his tax dollars spent on, where no
criminal, no matter how stupid or desperate, is
stupid or desperate enough to draw a gun in public,
and all the roads are smooth as glass.
WHY I Don't Like Some Things