Tolerable Tolerance For Intolerance

Good morning readers.  Thanks for coming by for a read this morning. 

I entered a friendly discussion yesterday about the particular issue everyone’s bathing in today, yesterday on Cheaprvliving forum, so I’m cleansed of any temptation to discuss it here.  

 http://www.cheaprvlivingforum.com/post/Remembering-911-6005480

I’m gratified to have certain suspicions confirmed regarding a particular sort of individual in the virtual bathtub, but the thread got locked before all the usual suspects came up out of the woodwork.

Anyway, we ain’t going to discuss that here. 

Been doing a lot on the RV, filling in voids with insulating foam, preparing to lift the rearend to install the shocks and helper springs.  Devising a means of keeping the cats in the overhead during travel, and sleeping inside it nights with one, or another cat as company.

The felines tend to become a lot more affectionate when I’m trying to sleep in there, I’m finding.  I attribute it to a recognition we’re going to be on the road together soon and they figure I might put the top-cat position up for grabs.

They’re running for election, in other words, telling lies, saying lies about themselves and telling the truth about the others.

But Hydrox is savvy.  He knows Top Cat is a position comes without anyone having to vote, without me having to lift a finger or make any contribution to the process at all. 

So, shouldn’t be any reason at all for Jeanne to have to lock this thread.  I’m staying low-key, not planning any bathing in synthetics or simulations to influence the outcome of the Top Cat issue.

Old Jules

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3 responses to “Tolerable Tolerance For Intolerance

  1. During that period of time I was pretending I wanted to be a school teacher, there was a fight between a couple of guys. It was classroom headline news for several days. This was a period when I often sat in my classroom during lunch and ate quietly, enjoying the solitude. He came in, asked if he could stay. I motioned to the empty desks with a wave of my hand, then got up and closed the door. Sitting down, I looked him the eye. “I have nothing at all to say about your recent adventures.” He stared for a moment, then smiled and said, “Thanks.” Nothing else was said, and there was no fidgeting, for the next half hour before he quietly left. Silence can be a treasure.

  2. read the thread U refer to before all the comments were deleted.
    U certainly made their day……

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