Mock the Feast

I wonder if man-eating sharks, or killer crocodiles tell human jokes. If an advanced species on a paleo diet landed on Earth and started eating humans (hopefully the lawyers first,) would they draw cartoons about our struggles, our angst, our enhanced edibility when cooked with Bell seasonings?

Sound cruel? Well, we do it.

I did a search for Turkey toons and got pages of them - especially by the toonist, Mark Anderson. Then there was the memes above that were posted by FB friends. We probably should be ashamed of ourselves as a species.

I’ll feel the shame later. For some reason I feel too sleepy just now.

Should we mock turkeys when they are trying to avoid their fate?

By Trickery

Or By Appeal

Should we mock them as they are coming to terms with their doom?

It's not as though they didn't have troubles beyond our murderous holiday.

They mourn, but they don't react in anger.

Sometimes they even cooperate.

Though they have no objection to a bit of karma payback.

And maybe they dream of turkey revolution.

So that they can live out their lives in peace.

And the video.

Bill Davidson, Karma, and the Missing Music Video

Christian minister, musician, and song-writer, Bill Davidson is a Facebook friend. I’m not sure friending on FB justifies me ripping him off. Back 12 years ago when Headley and the Rug (and Cral) was still on, I needed a tune to go with some lyrics I had. Being compositionally tone-deaf, I stole Bill’s tune to Sit Still Christian.

Here’s the link to see his album. link The music video I recorded was accidentally tossed or recorded-over by a slothful, slovenly, slimy station manager (but otherwise – a great guy.)

I guess that’s how karma works for us tune thieves.

Just a Poet

lyrics written by Headley Hauser, tune stolen by Headley Hauser

Oh I started out being

A stock re-arranger

A butts and beer barter

And a dollar changer

But the shirt didn’t fit

And the store keys, they got mislaid

So now I’m just a Poet

And I don’t even get paid

So then I thought I’d be

A taxi cab hopper

A prom picker-upper

and a late night stopper

But my record was bad

Enough tickets to bring down a raid

So now I’m just a poet

And I don’t even get paid

(bridge)

Hey I’m feeling a chill

Cause I’m just a poet

I eat nothing but swill

Cause I’m just a poet

And now it’s making me ill

(spoken)

They said I’d blow it as a poet

Don’t you know it

I once dreamed of being

A french fry flinger

A burger topper plopper

and an onion ringer

But BK said no way

I guess I didn’t make the grade

So now I’m just a poet

And I don’t even get paid

(bridge)

My chances are nill

Cause I’m just a poet

No more dreams left to fill

Cause I’m just a poet

If some looks, they could kill

(spoken)

There would be no more poet

Don’t you know it

So if you’re tired of being

A pizza driver or a tumbler

And you think you’d find it freeing

To be a versifying mumbler

Hey c’mon over here

You know I’d really like to trade

Cause I’m just a poet

And I don’t even get paid

(spoken)

C’mon now, don’t be afraid

Cause I’m just a poet

And I don’t even get paid

(spoken)

Hmmm how can I persuade?

Cause I’m just a poet

And I don’t even get paid

(spoken)

I should have been a sculptor

Here’s a vid of a very young Bill Davidson when he was with the 60s Salvation Army band, The Joy Strings. I think it’s him they focus on around a minute and 5 seconds, but I can’t be sure.