THEM again?

There Beagles goes, he's gone again

Same old story all about them

Listening to his story is a one way street

And I have no idea how he dragged in red meat

You know I was a DOS man, as long as you knew the commands you could do anything you wanted.  You stood alone at the C prompt cyber winds tousling your hair, all below you was black and open and all you had to was type your command and it was carried out, promptly.  All these little boxes within boxes where you had to follow some tree to get to where you could click on something before your command would be carried out, was just cumbersome junk. 

But there it was.  It carried the day, I have to live with it. I can complain, as Beagles has about his stick shift.  If you substitute complaining for pissing and moaning I guess you have the rules of the Institute.  Cars, who needs them?.  Here in civilization we have mass trans and we never have to worry about crap like that.

Remember after that Florida shooting?  They had all those kids with their fresh faces and innocent eyes who were going to change the gun laws of this country, whatever happened to them?  Same thing that happened to the gun laws,. nothing.  But nothing will sway Beagles from his cherished notion that somebody is coming after his popgun, so there it is.

A few hunting seasons have come and gone since Beagles last reported on murdering Bambi, and I'm guessing, just guessing, that there have been no hits because Beagles hasn't mentioned them, so maybe this is what that red meat thing is about.  That carnivore/herbivore thing seemed a bit far-fetched, and aren't we omnivores, and aren't we the most aggressive animal on god's green earth? 

Maybe it's the deers (can I say deers in this context?  My mind tells me no, but my ears think it is okay, always follow your ears) who are withholding their red meat from his dinner table.  And as long as we are in far-fetched land, I would guess that the stick shifter, his mind on that complicated operation, obsessed with control, his tongue wagging in the breeze, sort of like this guy:

who is more likely to do in a deer crossing the road, than the automatic shifter whose attention is more focused on the road ahead,  Perhaps the deer are them.