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"I used to work in that pine tree. I was the branch manager!" As predicted, Dionepsoc came up with a winning punchline!
• Sasha Alex Sloan • Thoughts •
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T37QFDQak9M
Thoughts
Sometimes, I just can't control my thoughts
No medication's ever made them stop
All I think about is everything I'm not
Instead of everything I've got
But I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
'Cause sometimes I just feel like I'm a freak
When I wake up, I just don't like what I see
All the way from my head right down to my feet
I wish that I thought differently
But I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Change
Wonder if I'll ever really change, mmm
'Cause I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to
The voice inside my head that's telling me I'm okay
Entertain it for a second, then I push it away
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Thoughts
Sometimes, I just can't control my thoughts
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gauwfwfqka0
I dont know
If I am in the crowd do
I stand alone
You know all the words, but dont sing along
Everything single eye has been watching me
But they dont see
That I am a just another, trying to find a way
To hold on to your loving
Laugh away the pain
I dont need no cameras to see a point of view
I need someone to turn to
I guess my heart never learns
No use in finding the words
If youre never here when it hurts
All your mistakes
I dont want to make
I deserve the truth, but you lie
I dont know why Im so surprised
No matter how hard I try
If Im just a joke
Waiting for the punchline
You blessed love that we found
You laugh away
So laugh away
Im just a joke, you dont know
How you take
I guess my heart never learns
No use in finding the words
If youre never here when it hurts
All your mistakes
I dont to want to make
I deserve the truth, but you lie
I dont know why Im so surprised
No matter how hard I try
If Im still just a joke
Waiting for a punchline
It's not a joke....Dr Kalkonow dances his way down the stairs to freedom after Blue Beam's "excessive force" during capture was deemed to have made the evidence against him inadmissible in court.
Taken in Little World
How long do you think he let me struggle before he helped me out of there??
Thank you Mat, for all of the fun that you bring to my days. And for inviting me to take this picture! See his much better version
Happy Ass Monday friends!
You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me
I was alright
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine, Valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel
Like I'm livin'
A teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now, baby, I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel
And built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel
Like I'm livin'
A teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now, baby, I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
I'mma get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You make me feel
Like I'm livin'
A teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back, no
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now, baby, I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
I'mma get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
(tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight)
I'm pushing an Elephant up the stairs
i'm tossing out punchlines that were never there
over my shoulder a piano falls
crashing to the ground
i'm breakin' through
i'm bendin' spoons
i'm keepin' flowers in full bloom
i'm workin' out
i'm catchin' light
i'm climbin' mountains at around midnight
i'm sleepin' less, but dreamin' more
i've stopped drinkin' behind closed doors
i'm standin' tall and dancin' fast
i'm makin' pictures that i hope will last
i'm pinchin' salt, i've changed my clothes
i'm crossin' fingers and i'm crossin' toes
i'm in the rain, down on my knees
feelin' tired but rollin' up my sleeves
still seekin' answers ..
.. answers from the Great Beyond ..
.. with apologies to Michael Stipe :]
My person
My heartbeat
My slow dance
My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed
My know-when-you-know best friend
The stealin' of my t-shirts of my t-shirts
My reason for speedin' home from work
My saving grace, my everything
I've never been more sure that you're my person
Even when you blow the punchline
Nobody makes me laugh like you do
Every minute is a long time
If I ain't holdin' on to you
You're my stay-in on the weekend
You're my come undone
You're my call home, sayin' it's more than love
Momma, he's the one
Sasha Soan - Thoughts
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFOZIX7KY6E
Sometimes I just can't control my thoughts
No medications ever made them stop
All I think about is everything I'm not
Instead of everything I got
'Cause I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm tryin', but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
'Cause sometimes I just feel like I'm a freak
When I wake up, I just don't like what I see
All the way from my head right down to my feet
I wish that I thought differently
But I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm tryin', but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Change
Wonder if I'll ever really change, mmm
'Cause I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm tryin', but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to
The voice inside my head that's telling me I'm okay
Entertain it for a second, then I push it away
Yeah, I swear to God I'm tryin', but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Thoughts
Sometimes I just can't control my thoughts
Cranial impact seemed likely, but I presumed he intentionally missed my head as he flew over.
It’s hard to look dignified when you’re shaped like a football, wearing orange galoshes, and sporting a beak that resembles a novelty kitchen gadget. But the puffin doesn’t seem bothered. He’s out there, wings buzzing, feet flailing—doing his very best impression of a flying potato.
There’s no grace to the landing. He flaps like someone late for a bus, then drops out of the sky in what can only be described as a controlled plummet. If he landed on his belly, it’d be a belly flop. But he doesn’t. He sticks the landing on his feet. A foot-flop.
And yet, somehow, it works.
Because once he hits the water, the puffin becomes… someone else.
The awkward comedy vanishes. Those stubby, flapping punchlines become engines. He flies underwater like a feathered torpedo, chasing fish with the grace of something that absolutely does not own galoshes.
Couplets
Above water? A joke.
Below water? Lethal elegance.
With feet like flippers and a bill with panache—
He swims for his dinner, but lands in a crash.
... a train, and a pair of birds walk into a bar...
Okay, sorry, I couldn't think of a good punchline. HFF!
This heron isn’t just majestic, it’s the king of Dad jokes. Standing tall in the marsh, it’s ready to deliver its favorite line: “Why don’t herons ever get lost? Because they always wing it!” And if that doesn’t get a chuckle, here’s another: “Why did the heron bring a ladder to the swamp? Because it wanted to take its career to new heights!”
Captured in its natural Florida habitat, this bird blends elegance with goofy charm. Regal posture, comedic timing, and a beak sharp enough to deliver punchlines—it’s proof that even wildlife can’t resist a good Dad joke.
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This flower didn’t bloom, it made an entrance.
With petals dipped in drama and a center that screams “look at me,” this Desert Rose is the garden’s undisputed diva. It doesn’t just grow it poses. The buds nearby? Backup dancers. The leaves? Stage lighting. The soil? Just there to hold its ego.
This image captures peak floral fabulousness; bold, unapologetic, and ready for its close-up. It’s not just a bloom.
It’s a statement. And if you listen closely, you can almost hear it say, “I woke up like this.”
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These berries aren’t just growing they’re networking.
Each cluster is deep in conversation, discussing soil trends, leaf gloss strategies, and which bird tried to flirt with them last week. The red hue? That’s not ripeness, it’s confidence. The glossy leaves? Just there to make the berries pop.
This image captures peak berry drama: bold, packed, and ready to be the center of attention. It’s not just a plant—it’s a fruit-forward power move. And if you listen closely, you’ll hear them whisper, “We’re berry good at what we do.”
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Sasha Aleax Sloan - Thoughts
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T37QFDQak9M
Thoughts
Sometimes I just can't control my thoughts
No medications ever made them stop
All I think about is everything I'm not
Instead of everything I got
'Cause I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
'Cause sometimes I just feel like I'm a freak
When I wake up, I just don't like what I see
All the way from my head right down to my feet
I wish that I thought differently
But I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Change
Wonder if I'll ever really change, mmm
'Cause I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to
The voice inside my head that's telling me I'm okay
Entertain it for a second, then I push it away
Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be
How to be a good friend to me
Thoughts
Sometimes I just can't control my thoughts
"...Get it?!" This Rainbow Lorikeet is just making sure the punchline landed. (Balyang Sanctuary, VIC)
One cafeteria worker to the other:
"I shredded the Big Beautiful Bill and served it to the kids. Even gave little Tommy a scrap of toupee I found yesterday. Still not enough. They said they prefer food. Ungrateful little socialists!"
Two stellar's jays meet on a feeding perch ......stop me if you've heard this one .... the punchline is they don't get along - at all. The one on the end clinging by his fingernails to the post was first on the perch but his buddy pushed him over to the end so he could have more room.
Fawke Photo Club Theme: Half Assed. We were to half-ass our photos, putting in little effort. I opted to half-ass the punchline.
Have some fun and finish the joke in the comments below!
Photo take at Fawkesboro. Come and join us!
A bumble bee and a buckeye butterfly buzz into a garden. Punchline, anyone?
Arcadia Community Garden
DeKalb County (Avondale Estates), Georgia, USA.
29 August 2022.
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▶ Be that as it may, a thank you to Plantaholic Sheila for identifying the buckeye butterfly (Junonia coenia)! (See the comment section below.)
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Yesterday morning seven wild turkeys strolled along my neighbor's roof. It was a magical sight and I took this picture right out of my bedroom window!
It's also a timely reminder that turkeys aren't just a meal or a punchline for a holiday. They are beautiful and interesting animals who take great care of their young.
I highly recommend the documentary "My Life as a Turkey."
The following is a Joan Didion (’Where I Was From’, 2003) excerpt from a United States Bureau of Reclamation web page describing how California’s San Joaquin Valley, for over a century known as a “plain of absolute desolation” and “bone dry, parched, and baked and crisped” could “bloom as the nation’s garden” by simply adding water. Personally, I think the example of the bristlecone has the millennial chops, but the deadpan zen punchline of the excerpt is worth the taking of the tour -- and, no, I neither know nor care who all those names (presumably on brass plaques) belong to, but this tree represents something far, far deeper (and...well...actually synchronized).
“Melting snow and runoff high in the mountains of Northern California are the first steps of a trek through the heart of the state. Once in the Sacramento—San Joaquin River Delta, water is released from storage and lifted 197 feet by the Tracy Pumping Plant. The flow is then conveyed about 70 miles south to the O’Neill Forebay via the California Aqueduct (a State Water Project, or SWP, feature) and the Federal Delta-Mendota Canal. Delta- Mendota carries water southeasterly from the Tracy Pumping Plant, eventually arriving at the O’Neill Pumping-Generating Plant. Running parallel to the Delta-Mendota Canal, the Edmund G. Brown California Aqueduct
travels directly into the O’Neill Forebay. The O’Neill Dam, Pumping-Generating Plant and Forebay are all a half mile from the San Luis Dam and Reservoir. Units of the William R. Gianelli Pumping-Generating Plant (formerly known as the San Luis Pumping-Generating Plant) raises water from O’Neill Forebay into San Luis Reservoir. Releases from San Luis Reservoir are directed into the 101.3-mile-long San Luis Canal. Seventeen miles south of San Luis Reservoir, the Dos Amigos Pumping Station lifts the water again, so the flow can continue another 85 miles across central California. Journey’s end for the San Luis Canal is the Federal terminus
at Kettleman City. At Kettleman City, the SWP’s California Aqueduct carries on to service farms, recreational users and municipalities as far south as Los Angeles. When drought strikes California, and Delta flows cannot supply State and Federal water projects, water is released back into the O’Neill Forebay, coursing southward through the California Aqueduct. During irrigation season, water is released from the reservoir back through the pump-generator units of Gianelli to the O’Neill Forebay, generating electric power. Protecting the canal from streams crossing its path are the Los Banos and Little Panoche Detention Dams and Reservoirs. Other Unit features include the San Luis Drain, Pleasant Valley Pumping Plant, and the Coalinga Canal.
The operation of the San Luis Unit is a fairly simple procedure for those brief periods when man and nature are in harmony, but both seldom have been in synchronization.”
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Wine Label Series V
You didn't expect this, did you? Uno is an unincorporated town in Madison County, Virginia. This building was the old post office and general store, built in the 1890s. The area is now farmland and estates, with no downtown, actually no town at all. During the Civil War, the road was strategically important because it led directly to the Virginia Central Railroad in Gordonsville. The views here are rolling farmland, but this dilapidated building is iconic for Uno. Everyone knows it. So I took this shot, because, well, you know...
There are a lot of 'Uno / you know ' jokes still making the rounds. They all involve activities taking place on the second story of this building. Sometimes the second floor is a bar, sometimes a gambling joint, sometimes a brothel, and sometimes all three. But the jokes all end with the same punchline. One man says to another with a wink and a nod, "see you tonight at... you know..."
Chapter I: The Fallible Revelation.
"Somewhere along today's modern prairie of debauchery and forgotten ambition lies the essence of humankind's ego. A fine and convoluted mess of what-ifs and soon to be has-beens. This fact remains the unspoken and sad perennial truth of your reluctant ontological overview on reality, doesn't it? And the real truth is.." The vampire explained before slowly willing herself to emerge rather gracefully from the shadowy depths, which had previously only exposed a luminous pair of sleepless eyes. ".. The moment you set foot down here you became inescapably doomed," the creature finished with the tiniest timbre of melancholy invading her somber explanation.
"I'm sorry to say that I spin no greater comedy upon either of you. Consider yourselves unlucky - curse your specific god, if it helps. It is what it is. And remember - this whole farce is Mother Earth's eternal punchline, and she ought to be afforded that credit."
Before the confused pair had digested the gravity of their situation she pounced at them with an indiscriminate and preternatural speed barely visible to the naked eye. Anguish, screams and finally their whimpering pleas came to an end - and as death passed the vampire by like some nameless vapor, which ultimately turns out to be nothing at all, she obtained some semblance of tranquility.
In regards to the unsuspecting couple who in their ultimate blunder had engaged this darling figure in curious pursuit down into those dank and subterranean maintenance tunnels - yes, it was their unmistakable end. As expected the vampire initially felt little to no remorse during any blood repast. By now it could be surmised and perhaps underlined that such a manipulative being had the intellect of a serial killer and the hunting prowess of a panther.
It was an elementary thing to tow victims into their final vista before the butchery began. This barbarous routine rarely demanded these extravagant mind games, but the vampire was nothing if not self-absorbed and theatrical in nature .. And it kept things somewhat interesting.
Or at least that is what she had been continually telling herself for untold centuries of time. Yes, an ocean of time had probably elapsed by now. Though perhaps within some violently repressed section of where the heart formerly pulsed epiphany and the sting of folly in pure nihilism was finally beginning to take its toll on her. No one knew, and certainly none were alive to speak otherwise.
I’d heard that there was a lovely waterfall somewhere on an island just off the North-West coast of Wales, so given my obsession with WR&S, I tried to find its location online.
I found just the video on You Tube entitled ‘The Secret Waterfall of ********.
Great!
The video has some lovely shots of this beautiful little waterfall in all its glory with glowing descriptions, ‘a fantastic find, fantastic place to be, quite magical!’
Ok, come on then, where is it?
Then we get to the punchline, ‘the waterfall is a little bit inaccessible but I’m not going to reveal where it is because, well, as I’ve said it’s a bit of a secret!
FFS!
I suppose the clue was in the title ‘Secret’.
There are some great Tog vlogs out there, sadly I found this one just a wee bit frustrating.
I’ve never understood this Gollumesque protection of locations, youtu.be/Iz-8CSa9xj8 !
I mean, it’s not as though there will be an avalanche of Tog coach parties, jostling for position, all wanting to capture a little cascade!
We’ve all been to famous locations and stood in exactly the same spot with the same settings and same composition and our images are never identical.
To the rescue came one of my Flickr friends who not only gave me detailed directions on how to find it but also offered to meet me and show me the way. Sadly, due to his work commitments, that never came off, but the directions were spot on. I managed to find it easily even with my less than optimal navigational skills. Many thanks Meurig, this one’s for you.
Oh, and if anyone would like to visit this really beautiful, tucked away spot, just let me know and……………..well, I couldn’t possibly tell you, it is a secret after all. 😉
OK, just a little clue, the island is quite large, one of my favourite places, separated from the mainland by two marvellous bridges with some fast-flowing water rhyming with Chennai Gates and very close to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch*
Oops, I've mistakenly geo-tagged it too!
Seriously, if anyone would like to visit, just let me know. It's not the sort of place you will find by chance.
Here’s some new music to me, I stumbled across them on Spotify recently and I haven’t listened to much else since. Not sure how I’ve missed them so far, reminiscent of Editors and actually on a UK tour at the moment……
youtu.be/MPEZzucLv5g?list=PLBsLs81fD0ZvPJ52FBRsQbjbrDBf4wAVP
... fortunately whatever temporal anomaly caused this also swallowed up any lame punchline I might have been trying to think of!
So, The Pope, Dick Cheney and a boy scout were sharing a plane ride back from a "hunting" trip when Dicks shotgun accidentally discharges towards the cockpit, they rush to the front of the plane only to find both pilots dead, Cheney looks to the other two and says, "It wasn't me, damn cheap ass Italian shotguns, quick, grab the parachutes and lets jump before this thing goes down"
They scramble around but only find two parachutes, they are mortified at the decision they are facing and decide that the only way to make the life or death choice is too convince the others that they are more deserving. The Pope goes first, " I am an inspiration to 100s of millions, my words bring comfort to the suffering masses of the world and I guide the prayers of so many to the Lords ears, I must get a chute."
The boy scout goes next " I'm so young and have such a long life ahead of me, I have spent the last ten years helping others and serving my community, it's gotta be me". Dick thinks for a second. " I'm the smartest man in world, I rule the worlds only superpower through my Puppet George , he gets all the blame and looks like the idiot for any blunders that occur, besides I still have two rounds in my shotgun, see ya later suckers!" with which he grabs a chute, straps it on and leaps out the door. The Pope looks at the boy scout and says " What we gonna do now, there's only one left?" The boy scout smiles and replies, " No Problem, the smartest man in the world just jumped with my backpack!!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlmz2_6a4M
When I think I know everything, life comes and shows me that I was wrong.
From wikipedia:
"Robert McKimson based the character on the real-life Tasmanian Devil. The most noticeable resemblance between the Australian marsupial and McKimson's creation is their ravenous appetites and crazed behavior. Although the Tasmanian Devil's appearance does not exactly resemble the real marsupial, it instead contains multilayered references to other "devils"; he has horn-shaped fur on his head (similar to the Devil's appearance) and whirls about like a dust devil (similar in appearance to a tornado) which sounds like several motors whirring in unison. Taz is constantly hungry and devours everything, animate or inanimate. His efforts to find more food are always a central plot device of his cartoons.
In fact, this appetite serves as the impetus for McKimson's Devil May Hare (first released on June 19, 1954). In the short, the Devil stalks Bugs Bunny, but due to his dim wits and inability to frame complete sentences, he serves as little more than a nuisance. Bugs eventually gets rid of him in the most logical way possible: matching him up with an equally insatiable female Devil. The character's speech, peppered with growls, screeches, and raspberries, is provided by Mel Blanc. Only occasionally would Taz actually speak, usually to utter some incongruous punchline, (eg. "What for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?") and yet is capable of writing and reading.
After the short entered theaters, producer Eddie Selzer, head of the Warner Bros. animation studio, ordered McKimson to shelve the character since it was "too obnoxious". After a time with no new Devil shorts, however, Jack Warner asked what had happened. He then saved Taz's career when he told Selzer that he had received "boxes and boxes" of letters from people who liked the character."
Rakugo is a form of Japanese comedy wherein stories are told, filled with pantomime and prop-play! The catch? Only two props can be used, at most: a folding fan and a hand towel! Oftentimes, witty wordplay is used in the punchline, making for a fun linguistic adventure. If you've never seen a Rakugo performance online, please consider looking some up!
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A random horse statue near Bishopsgate.
[edit] 2 months have passed and no-one has followed up with the punchline to the joke :( ....so here it is...
He's a dark horse...
Who is?
Black Beauty
its true...
lyrics from this great song by The Walkmen "That's the Punch Line" listen here www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCkS2o5P6Yk
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my edit
Walkmen lyric
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For the Macro Mondays group, on the subject of 'Layers', this is a chocolate hazelnut wafer biscuit, showing off all the chocolatey layers between the crispy wafer...
The title is, of course the punchline to the old joke "Why did the baby biscuit cry? Because his mother was a wafer too long" - look, I never said it was a GOOD joke!
The first thing I want to bring up is that Mr. Brown Pelican's ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, his core principle has remained the same: to resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. If you don't believe me then note that even Mr. Pelican's lieutenants are afraid that Mr. Pelican will burn books before you know it. I have seen their fear manifested over and over again and it is further evidence that if Mr. Pelican's projects were intended as a joke, Mr. Pelican forgot to include the punchline.
For example, when I say that Mr. Pelican should just quit whining about everything, Mr. Pelican seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that he wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving him lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that every time Mr. Pelican tries, he gets increasingly successful in his attempts to preach hatred. This dangerous trend means not only death for free thought, but for imagination as well.