SPRING TIME IN THE ROCKIES….rules committee has a winner

Good Morning Worshipers of Shamash,

I was working on my second cup of coffee staring out my window admiring the great beauty springtime in the Rockies affords. Those of us lucky enough to reside here generally must wait six weeks later than most Americans for spring to arrive, but when it does it’s like no other place. The wild flowers, crab apple trees, and the splendor of leafing cottonwoods explode over the landscape with vibrant color injecting tranquility directly to the brain. More importantly though, the women are wearing fewer outer garments revealing God’s handy work at every crossed leg or picking up of pencils. Yes the sap has begun to flow coursing its way through every leaf, limb, and bud. I’m not talking shrubbery here! Everyone is affected by spring’s reawakening! We tend to linger a few moments longer on the steps before going to work, allowing the sun to thaw months of glacial bleakness and melting the permafrost collected in our souls. We don’t realize just how much the harsh cold winds permeate our character effectively altering our personal interchanges. Only now when we’re filled with the warmth a gentle breeze sends our way do we recognize its power over us.

It’s no wonder many ancient civilizations worshiped the sun. Egypt, Indo-Europe, and Mesoamerica, were urban civilizations that tied their kings to the sun, even claiming they were descended from it. “The imagery of the sun as the ruler of both the upper and lower worlds, which he visits daily, was prominent. Sun heroes and deities also figure in many mythologies, including Indo-Iranian, Greco-Roman, and Scandinavian. In late Roman history, sun worship was of such importance that it was later called solar monotheism.” This makes perfect sense to me now! Riding the light rail last week I was able to observe the many co-eds attending Metro College who have obviously been coerced by the sun to remove their clothes, oil their bodies, and lay on their backs absorbing the life giving rays the sun so generously provides. I think it’s safe to say that in the Pantheon of everything we deem important the sun ranks right up there with ‘Madonna!’

With this blessing as is the case with many of our natural gifts arrives as a double edged sword.  While most would agree this slight tilt toward the sun brings many pleasantries it also stymies reasonable thought. For every perfectly filled tube top there is someone who thinks they look good in spandex! For every beautifully toned leg or breast, there’s an ass escaping its constraint. For every string bikini barely covering perfectly proportioned nipples, there is someone wearing a speed-o or showing enough skin to create a glare harsh enough to divert air traffic!

While I don’t mean to put a damper on our collective may-pole, but somehow laws need to be passed regulating how much skin an individual is allowed to show. Being the community minded citizens we are an emergency meeting of the ‘rules committee’ was held at Blondies and unbelievably came up with a realistic plan submitted for review by City Council.  To briefly summarize it could be easily enforced with minimal height to weight ratios and be under the jurisdiction of the city code compliance team. Just like the assholes that ticket you for a shabby back yard the same weenie cites offenders grossly out of compliance.  The first offense results in only a warning. A second indiscretion garners a fine. The third such sin against humanity would result in being incarcerated. Calorie intake would be controlled and the criminal would be forced to exercise until a 25% loss of weight and body mass were achieved incentivizing the prisoner to expedite the process. The idea of course is to get the ball rolling and motivate the offender to finish the job once released and minimize recidivism.

This humble plan would go a long way in making our collective spring time activities much more enjoyable without the ever present danger of being subjected to a glaring ‘Shamu’ moment leaving one scarred for life!

“Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.” Kurt Vonnegut

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  • Bagwan

    Is this the First Friday when Zuki is finally discovered as the artist he truly is?

    • Zuki

      Absolutely !!! If not this month then next month four sure

      • Bagwan

        It is just like the Chicago Cugs — wait till next year.
        They have really only had a bad century or so.

  • fez

    Zuki I hesitate to get in the middle of Bagwan’s and JJ’s pissing contest but about your posting. We in accounts receivable think your issues with people of size and bulk borders on obsessive. Although the bit about the fat police was a beauty!

  • Just JOE

    I really don’t feel qualified to make important decisions like this on your behalf without some guidance… could you enlighten MOI as to your preferences.

    Enunciate MOI, enunciate MOI very much.

  • Just JOE

    The proper pronunciation: “Sss-ter!… Sss-ter!!… Sss-ter!!!”… Note accelerating urgency.

    • Bagwan

      Did you mean “enunciation” or did you mean I should just go fuck myself?

  • Just JOE

    YOU, OH GREAT BAGGED ONE, SHOULD BE G-I-V-I-N-G THE CC SEMINAR!!!

    • Bagwan

      I’ll tell you one thing, if they ask for volunteers from the audience, I will be the first one with my arm up yelling, “sister, sister, sister” (Catholic school reference).

  • Just JOE

    The irony is that I won’t be there because I am ALREADY too fat to be in public.
    BTW, I apologize for thinking it was a repeat story… It is just written a little better than yer average post. Plus I know how VERY busy you are with your ceramic “Art”!

    FREE PLUG DEPT: this Friday is First Friday in the Santa Fe Blvd Fine Arts District. Stop by 747 Santa Fe (Artists On Santa Fe) and view the ceramic creations of Our HOST! You’ll find him and “Marzuki’s House of Bricks” in the deepest lowest bowels of this building! I highly recommend unless you are claustrophobic or agoraphobic.

    • Bagwan

      That is very nice of you trying to drum up some traffic for Zuki’s exhibit. I was planning on making this Friday my first visit and then I saw in today’s Denver Post that the Commerce City Rotary is running a seminar at exactly the same time titled: “How to Pound Hot Coals up Your Ass.”
      Well, maybe next month.

  • zuki

    Every time the Bagwan looks out his window it’s raining or otherwise dismal. It’s become his way of perceiving life’s rich pageant. JJ’s entry is of course WRONG! That’s precisely the role of government! Ordinance writing and code enforcement is specifically designed to make everyone’s life miserable. This is what all levels of government do best. The ‘rules committee’ had to override JJ’s tantrum with absentee ballots but it got the job done. The “Too Fat for Public Viewing” ordinance get’s it’s second reading next Tuesday and I plan to be there.

  • Just JOE

    I know for a fact that ZUKI still “lives” in Littlewood… So MOI guess is that the above story is a repeat.

  • Bagwan

    Zuki must have moved away from Littlewood because when I looked out my window this morning (4/4/12) all I saw was a bunch of fucking snow.

  • Just JOE

    This is NOT Government’s role!… next thing ya know, you’ll be wanting The Government to run the health care industry!

    Bare MOI, bare MOI very much.