And I was a real estate developer........
Or mebbe Mayor.... No, not Mayor. Howabout President of Sertoma? Yeah, that'd work. 'Cept I might rename it Sertomawa (Service to Mankind AND Womankind.).........
(Side note, which has not one damn thing to do with this blog, but... I liked. Two older chaps were visiting... prolly McDonalds, I dunno, mebbe Trail's Inn or similar... one guy says "Were you aware Elks have sex six times a day? Other old guy remarked "Damn, and I just joined the Knights of Columbus.")
I'm back. Forget that story. We're back to flat Earth... President of Sertomawa... I would enlist good Samaritans..... (The HELL is that Victor?) It's folks who act selflessly to benefit others, even if a total stranger...... and I'd equip 'em with shoulder pads, knee pads and elbow pads.
We'd call 'em "Sense-us takers"... They'd go about the land... They'd get free gas, donuts and coffee at QuikTrip... and we'd have 'em weed out certain sorts.
Victor? You JUDGING? Whaddaya mean?
I'm so glad you asked. Let's take tailgaters for example. It ain't that we, the residents of Sertomawa are better'n em, its just there's a better place for 'em. So, our Sense-us-takers find 'em, use their pads (shoulder, knee, elbow) to scoooch 'em over to the edge of Sertomawa, and push 'em off.
VICTOR! You're killing them? Pushing them off into thin air? Well, no, not really. A bit below our flat planet of Sertomawa, there'd be another flat planet. I'm the developer, so, I'm gonna entitle this land Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville. Ya know, folks who cut in line during plane delays, demand "me first"... mebbe folks who kinda just think "I'm a tad better than you.." due to... much.. 'I must demonstrate my superiority to feel more comfortable and to validate my self worth.' 'I'm entitled, you ain't.'
In the town of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville there'd be streets....... Ego Avenue.. High Horse Way.... Attitude Alley... Cockiness Causeway.....of course there'd be some high rises for these 'high risers'... The Loftiness Lofts.. Superiority Complex.. and for Senior Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am folks, there'd be some ranchstyle Strut Huts.
Just below the planet Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville which is just below Sertomawa, there'd be a 'resort town' (kinda).. a big ole lake "Dirty Water", surrounded by jail-like homes for muggers and theives... and, swindlers, computer hackers.. able bodied folks that desire not to use those able bodies, instead, live off of others. When our Sense-Us-Takers bump 'em over the edge, yes, there'll be a bigger, longer drop than those of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am, but, we'll equip em with floaties for their arms, land safely, then they can swim ashore from Dirty Water lake.
The streets are gonna be......Bilk Boulevard.. Double-crosser Crossroad.... Lazy Lane..... Fox Freeway... Rascal Road.... They are on their own for Infrastructure, Commerce, Public Safety, Trash Collection, yada.
Hey, we ain't named our own streets here in Sertomawa... OK, thanks. Charity Carriageway... Pleasantness Parkway.. Tolerance Trafficway.... Understanding Avenue....
So Victor, you damn flatnose, biased, better than, uppity, judgmental idiot I don't believe you!
Eh, call me what you want. Just seems like it'd be a better World than the one we're wakin' up to today. Say what you will........ I'm going to grab a bite. Gotta urge for something flat.. Pizza.. Tortilla.. Waffle.... somethin.
Love, kindness, niceness, the Golden Rule, Sunshine, puppy breath, smiles, hugs, all that, make the World go round. Or flat, 'pendin' on howya look at it.
By Earl Scruggs, Lester Flatt and Rascal Flatts.......
Love, President Victurd
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