I’ve been coming across the word disambiguation somewhat frequently on the web lately. It always brings a smile when I see it, gives me a momentary ambition to disambiguate something.
But the problem is that I don’t know anything much. Even inside the 21st Century where uninformed opinion is respectable, almost universal, and carries the certainty and power of positive speaking, I just don’t know anything much.
Besides, the dialup connection, or WordPress is being a pure D Communist this morning. It’s taking me forever to even load the site. I’m rolling on the floor with joy everytime it tells me it can’t find the webpage.
So instead of disambiguating you readers on some uninformed opinion I have, I think I’ll give you a quick and dirty on something I know something about because I’ve discovered it around here and watched it happen.
I’ve told you about the Great Speckled Bird and how he’s in decline because of something he did in his youth to cripple him up something awful. One side of him just doesn’t work the way it ought to, and it causes him a lot of pain and distress. I’ve expected him almost every morning to be dead when I go out to turn them out for free ranging.
But I’ve been making up orange-peel tincture and treating him with it for a longish while, and it always makes him feel better after I’ve done it. Sometimes when he’s in particular pain he actually volunteers, gimps over and sits around near where I am, hinting.
I don’t have arthritis troubling me, but if I did, the Great Speckled Bird testifies it’s the way to the truth and the light, orange peel tincture. He says it’s the difference between Chit and Shinola.
Costs almost nothing to make, too. Just put your orange or grapefruit peels into a jar of vinegar instead of throwing them away. In a while you’ll have a tincture.
Chit and Shinola disambiguated.
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