My friend Elmo used to tend bar at a joint up on Greenmount Avenue in Baltimore. I asked him where the heck a guy had to go to have a civilized political discussion. He told me pointblank that one could find better political discussion at the local petting zoo than on social media or some upscale ‘pub.’
His advice intrigued me so it was off to the zoo for me; figuring cuddly critters would be a relief after the internet. It was a sobering experience, nothing like my friend had assumed.
The bunnies and puppies had all become liberals and scolded me endlessly.
The cats and llamas had become conservatives and kept trying to boss me around.
There was a hamster hiding under a bush, it admitted quietly that it was a libertarian but was afraid of the liberals and conservatives, they have such sharp teeth.
I had a bottle of Absinthe under my jacket so I gave it to the hamster and then slunk away, weary of politics.
Talbot
His advice intrigued me so it was off to the zoo for me; figuring cuddly critters would be a relief after the internet. It was a sobering experience, nothing like my friend had assumed.
The bunnies and puppies had all become liberals and scolded me endlessly.
The cats and llamas had become conservatives and kept trying to boss me around.
There was a hamster hiding under a bush, it admitted quietly that it was a libertarian but was afraid of the liberals and conservatives, they have such sharp teeth.
I had a bottle of Absinthe under my jacket so I gave it to the hamster and then slunk away, weary of politics.
Talbot