Sugar and spice, and everything nice
That’s what little girls are made of.
Snakes and snails, and puppy-dog tails
That’s what little boys are made of.
Folks – some of them smart and educated – used to think that people, and the Universe, were made of some strange things. They thought that all things were made up of four ‘Elements.’ Not elements like carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and oxygen, but the Elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water. You can build a fire, but I don’t know how even God could build anything except panic and destruction, from fire.
Having been constructed of the four ‘Elements,’ the human body then somehow related to them with the four humors of Black bile, Blood, Yellow bile, and Phlegm. Our ancestors seemed to be a dour lot, not having any room for silly, playful, happy, or even Woke.
Black bile – Earth – melancholic
Blood – Air – sanguine
Yellow bile – Fire – choleric
Phlegm – Water – phlegmatic
The four humors somehow worked the body through hot, cold, moist, and dry, but in hot/moist, hot/dry, cold/moist, and cold/dry combinations.
The four Humors were also known as the Four Essences, which, at long last, brings us to today’s word.
Having decided that only four Essences comprised and controlled the human existence and behavior, they realized that there were actually times and situations where a Fifth (Latin – quinta) Essence was present, or required – that indefinable, indescribable property that made a genius, a genius, or a great leader, a great leader.
Today’s archaic word was brought to you with a smile, by toast and crab-apple jelly. Wednesday’s post will use more modern words to complain about how “Black Friday” isn’t really over, but like a zombie, keeps lurching onward as Black Friday Weekend, and Black Friday Week sales. Then I’ll really get into character by ranting about all-Christmas carols, all the time, from now till the 25th. 😉
Where’s a good old insult when you really need one, especially when there are a plethora of politicians who so richly deserve one??!
The quality of leaders in the developed world has seriously deteriorated. At its inception, Canada had Sir John A. MacDonald. He drank like life was one long frat-boy party. He was only slightly less racist than his contemporaries, but he knit together a handful of disparate colonies into a Dominion that became what Canada is today.
William Lyon Mackenzie King was Canada’s longest serving Prime Minister. He did it in two stretches. He got voted out, then later got voted back in, from the end of the ‘30s to the end of the ‘40s. He got us out of the Great Depression, though World War II, and put Canada – and the UK – back on its feet.
He was a Mama’s boy who frequented psychics and séances. He thought that the Parliament Buildings were haunted. More recently, two MPs were conversing near the elevator. Neither had pushed the button, but down it came. When the door opened, and there was no-one inside, one looked in and said, “Good day, Mister King.”
It all began to go bad with Pierre Trudeau. He had – not one, but two – sons born on Christmas Day, so he always thought that he was one better than God. Already famous for his Salmon Arm Salute, https://archonsden.wordpress.com/2020/05/11/20-a-to-z-challenge-c/ he violated protocol and photo-bombed Queen Elizabeth herself, by pirouetting behind her like a drunken – or gay – ballet dancer, at an official photo session. Richard Nixon described him as “an asshole.” His response was that he had been called worse things, by better men. I’m sure that’s true – lots of them.
The Excited States has had the Emancipation Proclamation, Honest Abe Lincoln. There was, We have nothing to fear but fear itself, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and The Buck stops here, Harry S Truman. The middle ‘S’ is not an initial, but an entire name, honoring two grandfathers with ‘S’ names. He once told a group of high-society garden club ladies, that the White House roses grew so well because his gardeners added lots of manure. One of the snootier women complained to his wife about his use of the vulgar word manure. Bess replied that it had taken her 20 years, just to get him to use that word.
It is hard for a Canadian to judge where and when America began slipping off the rails. It might have been with I am not a crook Nixon. I think that it was somewhere between the two Bushes – Sr. and Jr. – although Burning Bush Senior’s declaration that Atheists should not be allowed to be citizens or patriots, indicates that the rot had already set in. Slick Willy Clinton’s presidency could have been a skit written by the Three Stooges.
A fool or simpleton From Latin: non compos mentis – not of sound mind; mentally incapable of managing one’s affairs.
Trudeau-Lite is such a nincompoop that even Trump doesn’t bother to call him an asshole. Trump is not fit to manage his own affairs, much less the nation’s. He believes conspiracy theories, thinks that we should drink drain cleaner to combat COVID, and has gone bankrupt more times than George W. Mission Accomplished Bush – and that’s a low bar.
I would like to say that we deserve better, but if WE, as nations, vote these clowns into the positions of Chief Executive Nincompoop, we deserve the governments we get, and (collectively) we are the nincompoops. Think carefully – I’ll settle for just think – before you vote. 👿
A young man from New York State decides to take a gap year between high school and college to tour America. He ends up in California, visiting a friend who went west to find fame and fortune.
When the time comes to leave, he says to his buddy, I’d better get down to the Interstate, to start hitchhiking home. His pal says, I have my job at the airport. Rather than hitching rides with semis, maybe I can find you a spot with someone flying east.
The next day he is placed on-board a luxurious 4-passenger private jet, which, he is assured, will get him to NYC. Soon he is joined by an impressive, older gentleman who introduces himself as Howard, and says, I own some banks back east.
In a few minutes, a Rolls-Royce glides up to the plane, and Donald Trump climbs aboard. He is travelling incognito, with just one Secret Service officer. Soon they are in the air. As they are passing over the Rockies, suddenly the pilot comes out of the cockpit wearing a parachute, and carrying three more, which he dumps on the floor.
He says, The computer crashed, and neither I nor ground control can get it working. She’s on auto-pilot, but sooner or later she’s gonna fall out of the sky. I didn’t know that we’d have a guest, so I only loaded four parachutes. I’ve got mine. Good luck…. And he opens the hatch and bails out.
Donald Trump stands up, puffs out his chest and says, I am the smartest man in the country. The citizens need me to lead them. He straps one over his shoulders, and jumps. The Secret Service agent says, Where he goes, I go, grabs another parachute and bails out.
The banker looks at the student and says, I have a wife and children. Thousands of employees and millions of customers depend on me….and it is my parachute. I’m sorry. As he heads for the open hatch, the young man says, It’s okay. I’ll be right behind you. The smartest man in the country just jumped out with my backpack. 😳 🙄