the lying leaders of tomorrow

A thrilling tale from Old Dog about his brother-in-law.  Glad it had a happy ending.  A taco buffet?  Is that where you have the hard shells at one end and then a bunch of bowls with like onions and pico de gallo and picadillo and whatnot and you make your own taco.  As I recall that's the way Mexican food hit the scene in the taco craze of the seventies.  It was all about the puzzled guest and the charming hostess (women still did all the cooking in those days) explaining how to go down the line and fill the hard shell and come up with your own customized taco, one that expresses the real you in every way.

I think the Brits have a whole range of things they call puddings while on this side of the pond it is the chocolate, butterscotch, or chocolate goo.  I wonder about Mexican (Tex Mex) food being better here in Chicago than the west coast.  But you know those west coasties, they have to be all healthy and organic and trendy with their food.  I like those mom and pop Mexican restaurants where the gringos are in the minority and novellas are blasting from the tv and distracting your waitress.


Have I at last brought up a subject that interests the dawgs?  The thing I was wondering was can you think without words?  How can thinking come first if you can't think without words?  Well when your subconscious solves problems it doesn't use any words, and there are times when it seems like a make a decision without going through that if/then thing.

Beagles brings up the subject of body language, particularly learning to be deceptive with it.  But how much more deceptive we can be with spoken language.  Ah the art of the lie.  I've probably said this before, but as Beagles sez, that has never stopped me from saying it again.  Below about five years old, kids don't lie because if they broke that lamp they think everybody must know it.  But at a certain point they realize that if nobody else was around nobody else knows, and if they say the cat did it, and maybe throw a little adorableness into their presentation, they just might beat the rap. 

The white lab crowd rounded up a bunch of kids, maybe six years old and they cooked up some scenario where the kids had to lie to their cohorts.  They all could do it, but like kissing ass, it's not good enough to just do it, you have to do it well.  They noted the kids who did it well and then they observed them on the playground and the best liars were the natural leaders.

Just as I am happy for Old Dog's brother-in-law, I am happy for Beagles' broken pelvis cat, glad to hear it lived long and prospered.


I suppose you could say that the whole shebang of the big bang is God's way of doing things.  Equally you could say it is not, both sides are logically tenable.  But as I understand it intelligent design of the kind that the bible thumpers are always trying to get into the curriculum goes considerably beyond that.

And speaking of crazed bible thumpers, this just in, Roy Moore is demanding a new election claiming voter fraud.  How can Donald not just love this guy to pieces?  I expect tweets to that effect to be floating in from cyberspace in an hour or two.