Like many who drink to excess, sheep are no different. Our systems are not meant for large doses of alcohol. The blotchy fur, near purple, blood shot eyes, bags under her eyes, and breath-like snarl. Yep, the afterglow of a hangover. The smell of snarl coming thru the fur is beyond the pale. Was this due to St. Patrick’s Day? No. Although you would not want to see her after that either.
The kind of hangover we are talking about is the afterglow of job loss, healthcare, free speech, ability to go buy deodorant at the market. Oh Bertha!!! Just got a whiff, oy, lady go take a shower. You tried and the stench won’t come off? That’s not good. Folks this is happening all over to both democrats and republicans. The smell of frustration, mental B. O., depression, malaise, the feeling you were played like a violin.
Go take your showers, try to shave off the stench, gain some insights and realize we are all in this together. This is not the time to play prima donna. This is the time to get the chastity belt out, arm us with powerful weapons that don’t require bullets. We need power in numbers, grab your republican sisters and brothers, put your heads together (after a complete delousing) and let’s try to get our country back. This is time to use those claws on the people who are wronging you, not those of us who are in the same boat. You do not throw a life preserver to the iceberg that will sink you.
Your kids will thank you for this, as in time this will come back to haunt them. Take away their rights to read the books they love, be healthy to play ball, or go to soccer camp? They won’t understand how you let them lose out on part of their childhood. They don’t care about guns, or prices of produce, apples, or eggs. They will want to know why you let a dictator with no scruples, nor empathy steal their childhoods, inheritance, jobs. They will want answers. Kids don’t care about republicans or democrats; they care about their families and friends.
Bertha’s hangover is a symptom of how we all feel. We all feel like we have been sitting in a schwitz a little too long, had one too many hits on the hookah, spent too much time in the swing bar, dated too many men/women, drunk too much Jack and Coke, felt up too many sheep, or cats/ dogs, (pick one), done too much produce in a closet, no really, puppy knows all about this.
It’s a feeling of why did I go there and who the hell was I with the night before? Yes, it is that feeling when you think you have gone to bed with Gilda and awakened to find Elon Musk. Hell No!!! You still might get that feeling after downing too much Irish Whiskey, but that is more like seeing aliens in the loo.
No amount of Pepto can fix this. This is one of those hangovers that will take a Mac truck to blast it out of our system. One that is equipped with jail time, hand cuffs, whips and chains. Bertha, they don’t offer that in jail. She is snarfing. Puppy said it can be smuggled in. Do tell puppy is this a confession?
Humans have to decide how much they are willing to put up with, how far it can go before the ulcers start kicking in. Losing jobs, rights, healthcare, safety nets is a lot to put on one person. Multiply that by millions and its asking for a heart attack. Ignoring it, hoping with prayer and scotch it will go away is putting acid on a hemorrhage and praying you don’t bleed out. The time to take off the blinders has passed. Your hangover. your way, might be ok for a little while, but when it becomes an addiction, and its end game is total pass out? It is time for rehab.
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