fever days

Toronto, 2017.08.17

Nothing quite like a fever in the warmest weather of the summer. I once decided that I must have been some member of the Nazi regime to deserve all of the bad luck I seem to attract. On a whim I looked into which of the old gang died around the time I was born. It turns out there's a wingnut theory that Hitler himself lived to a ripe ol' age in exile in Paraguay, and that he died about five weeks before I was born.

Enough time for the system to assign a new body to take on all that bad karma?

I kid, I kid. I mean, I did look it up, and that was the result.

But I'll accept that I'm sick yet again as a matter of course and admit I've had an amazingly good life. And with that, it's time for:

Three reasons to be thankful:

  1. I'm not actually the reincarnation of Hitler, paying his dues.
  2. That's not a thing.
  3. I am surrounded by a loving and healthy family, and live in a peaceful country where I make a semi-stable living doing moderately interesting stuff.

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(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)

Satire is tragedy plus time. You give it enough time, the public, the reviewers will allow you to satirize it. Which is rather ridiculous, when you think about it.

-Lenny Bruce

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