ROHINGYA REFUGEES AND ZUKI SEEK COMMON GROUND…..more fun than a bag of squirrels

Good Morning Imbroglios Arrangers of Things,

In the grand scheme of things, I suppose most of us take life’s rich pageant for granted. Can you imagine being well fed, clothed, and housed looking forward to perhaps a lovely evening one minute, and then all of it gone in the blink of an eye?

The two or three of you reading this flotsam couldn’t possibly relate, but please understand I’m probably the only one of us that has shared much the same tragedy and life-threatening events with the Rohingya refugees. Not so much the rape and pillage, rather the taken away part.

At one time or another, I’ve had everything dear to me forcibly ripped away from me. I can remember clearly while clutching my duffle bag (everything I owned could be stuffed into it) as I watched my VW burn to its hubs. This scarred me in much the same fashion as taking a beer away from Duncan by mistake. It’s haunting.

Then I’ll never forget when Mother Nature blew the butterflies into oblivion when released on cue! Oh the horror! I couldn’t sleep for days thinking of their symbolic emergence straight from the cocoon to their immediate deaths….shameful.

Have you ever had your shoes stolen? Some moron took my old comfortable sneakers then put salt in the wound by leaving a worn pair of flip-flops in their place. This is also disturbing. I came home from an extended road trip several years ago to discover I’d been robbed! They took everything! I’m not kidding; they took the curtains, dishwasher, light fixtures, and even the toilet seat. Give me a break!

So you see I have great empathy for those poor souls in Bangladesh and pray things get better for all of us. I suppose even after one has lost everything but the clothes on his/her back it comes down to how one moves forward from square one. Victor Frankl said, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing; the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” I think about Jimbo, Brent, the Bombshell, Joe, Baggy, Dan, Murph, and our own Cush pondering our multifarious lives and can’t help but think there’s a deep-seated meaningful reason our paths crossed. However, outside of imbibing, I’m at a loss to come up with one.

The hubristic nature of those I associate with tells me each of them would bounce back from adversity. Why just the other day I saw Murph the ‘Hairdresser’ try and try and try to get into the pants of one of our own but couldn’t close the deal. Do you think for one minute that stopped our dear associate? Hell no! Murph turned to his left and immediately humped the leg of a fat woman who didn’t seem to mind!

Of course, this was more desperate than ballsy but this is how we roll! This is what makes ‘Curmudgeon Corner’ such a positive place to be!

Never say die.