In the mad rush to simultaneously prepare for and ignore President’s Day (“President’s day, president’s day; the mad scientist grafts a two headed President of Lowest APR and Mattress Discounters“) I missed Nirvana Day .
As chance would happen, perhaps because yesterday was Nirvana Day, it did provide some measure of resonant contemplation of that teaching of the Buddha that “after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it“.
Our American President pointed out that “I am an eternal optimist [but] that doesn’t mean I’m a sap,” when the issue of Rethuglican petulance (their not amused response when offers of coalition building were made) was brought up in a conversation.
Speaking of Presidents, I recently mentioned Old School Republican President Warren G. Harding. Turns out he lost an irreplaceable set of White House China in a poker game, so there’s that to add to his Bacchanalian political luster. This may be the reason he scored as a worse President than our dis-loved Emperor Chimpus Maximus in a recent CSPAN poll that ranked past presidents best to worst.
Surprisingly, Chimpy also ended up higher on the dip stick at number 36 than did Franklin Pierce at 40, and all that he was accused of was running down an elderly woman while driving his carriage willy nilly through the rough streets of D.C. The historical record does not reflect if she had to apologize to Pierce as did Harry Wittington, who was the combination shooting companion and live target of Sith LLord Shotgunnus Dickus.
I also neglected to add in my history of the Rethuglicans that were it not for Pappa 41, the Japanese would not have the verb “bushusuru“, whch other scholars may better define. I would only add humbly not to wear your good shoes, reader-san.
And perhaps Chimpy and his ilk might prefer to stay away from this side of the Boardwalk:
Meanwhile, here’s the results of a recent poll:
On another matter, The Good Doctor is flabbergasted to find that the mix cut sent into deep space when launched with Voyager back in 1977 didn’t include “Ode to Joy” (or anything off of Beethoven’s Ninth). That ‘Ode to Joy’ was based on Friedrich Schiller’s call for unity only underscores the imperative in including it on our calling card to the universe. Feh, sez I.
Finally, a reminder about our holiday schedule, Monsieur Roboto:
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