Please stick with me on this because I’m going to be pulling a lot of this blurbage out of my ass. I know. Not a pretty image, but I have to get this out, because frankly, it’s constipating.
Woody Guthrie said it best with the song, This land is your land, this land is my land, etc.
In this great land of ours, most of our grandparents and great grandparents came from other places across the sea. My father’s father was born in Hungary, my mother’s father in Russia. My mother’s mother was also from Hungary.
For my Denver grandmother, or nanny, as I used to call her, there was no ocean, just a jug of water, a wagon, and a horse. I have a picture of her, somewhere, riding on a wagon when she was a child. Pretty cool. I know. A time before there were cars and car recalls.
I’m talking to you, Toyota, which is also from across the sea. Maybe the parts dropped in the ocean along the way.
Apologies for the off topic ramble. I’m tangentially inclined.
So, bottom line, America. Like my two adopted mutts, Jenny, from Puerto Rico . . .
and Jake, from West Virginia . . .
I, too, am a mutt, although I never poop on the lawn or eat food from the floor, unless the ten second rule applies.
WAXING THE FLOOR POETICALLY.
I am no better or worse than the other mutts that frolic in the malls, supermarkets, and food joints across America. Even the purebred are part of the mix. Just stop by any dog park and you’ll see mutts and purebreds playing together after just saying hello with a sniff of the butt.
We, the people, need to follow our dog’s lead and sniff the butt of our neighbor, pharmacist, and stranger we pass on the street, as we are the sum of our parts, all of them. It is because of these parts that we can only be whole, kind of like multi grain bread, which is good for you, btw.
If we lose sight of who we are and who we live among, we lose sight of what binds us together as a nation.
I’m not talking about fiber. I talking about fabric, specifically, the fabric of our society and keeping it from unraveling, leaving our nation tattered, fragmented, and frayed.
After all, we are a nation of mutts wearing mutt clothes.
Disclaimer: This site, in no way, shape, or form, encourages the sniffing of butts among two-legged animals. It was purely a metaphor and should not be interpreted as anything other than that. Really!!!!
Are you a mutt or a purebred?