Bags of Bran


This morning I was greeted by the caws from the rookery
November 7, 2012, 10:04 pm
Filed under: Biography, Personal Adventures

The crows were still out in the trees today. I nearly joined them: their society, though a bit raucous at times, and not particularly noted for good cuisine, is downright inviting when compared with the society of ghettizens.

I wonder if the cooler minds that watched the hordes marching on the Bastille through their kitchen windows ever thought to themselves that the following day would be much like the previous. Were the crows in the trees on the morning of July 15, 1789?

Hordes marched on a Bastille of sorts here in America on Nov. 6. Again. They did the same thing four years ago: I wonder if anyone is getting the idea that the Bastille isn’t going to be there much longer if hordes keep storming it. Hordes gotta eat, and these particular hordes are of an exceptionally lean and hungry aspect. The hordes will figure out that they can eat the Bastille at some point. Hordes are not bright, but they can be practical when motivated.

Soon the hordes will turn on the church though: if we interpret Burke typologically, we can dimly see the hordes breaking down the steeples, or at least tweeting about breaking them down.

How do you motivate a horde? What do hordes love, or esteem?

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