Don't worry little bird, you have health care

I took a little bit of a nap, nothing really to be sorry about. Seems that half of Marietta burnt down while I was out, and apparently the country is now under the control of Democrats.

I try not to talk about current events, unless one is feverishly for or against a particular plight. Right to lifers, staunch Republicans, now Teabaggers (by the by, "teabagging" used to me something altogether different in my youth) all are determined to sway the minds of all of the mindless humans with their quippy soundbytes and rhetorical questions. Their snickering reminds of huffy children who aren't getting their way or birds who complain because I want to try on their wings.

Birds.

They lord over me on their high-tension wires and try to poop on my dog, Beatrice. She may wag her tail at the attention, but if you think that trick will ever work with me or my kind, why don't you come a little closer and show off your brilliantly colored feathers. Closer dear. Closer.

All this talk of politics is making me hungry.