Ahh, Arizona! The proper weather has returned and the smiles abound. Even sworn enemies are making nice. I actually saw a Republican and Democrat having coffee at the same table! Will wonders never cease? And this weather affected behavior spreads across the board; even the migrating waterfowl are subject to its influence. It was just the other day while on a photo safari I witnessed the wild geese applying sun tan lotion and lounging at the lake next to the loons. You know the loons they’re that gang that just can’t sit still. Always ducking, diving and going here and there. Next it will be hummingbirds covering their little beaks with sunscreen to stop the sunburn and then sharing the nectar with the butterflies. It’s a wonder how the weather and the elements can affect all of us, isn’t it. Now if I can just convince some of the ladies about this being nice stuff. Oh forget just the ladies I’ll settle for my fellow compatriots.

Meanwhile all of you readers, you should check out the latest comment which is from Pumpsie. She gets the Social Contract and its variations and subtleties. For the uninitiated the Social Contract is that hand me down from philosophers such as Hobbes (not Calvin’s buddy as he lived a couple of centuries earlier), Locke and Rousseau. While these fellows sought to establish a set of principles for political rights we here at the Café have taken it up as a yardstick of behavior for our neighbors as well as the greater world around us. In this instance, poor Pumpsie suddenly found her self trapped in an elevator with some social scofflaws one recent day. Now a ride in the elevator is a necessity in many of our lives as it is in hers and there she was trapped. What to do, what to do? Well, you’ll have to go to the comments and read it. It’s listed as lizzio on Warm Coffee. But what must be done if we are to bring true justice to these violators of the Contract is the pending question. What punishment fits the crime? This is no small matter as justice properly meted out must match the crime. So add your voices here or look me up on Fbook, as I’m setting up a Social Contract group there. A stand must be taken and the vox populi must be heard. And in so doing we will prove that we are self-regulating and without need of a voice from above or from the tube or from the local politicos. Sitting here at the Rush Rush I’m reminded that loud motorcycles being revved up upon arrival should fall under scrutiny as well. First we should probably try to understand the psyche and whatever underlying need spawns this action and that can take quite a while. Probing into the minds of those who cherish their minds so much that they refrain from using them except when absolutely necessary can be a daunting task. Yet at times like this it pays to remember that the party rises only as high as its lowest member or put another way for a good time to be had a good time must be had by all.

It’s the evening shift here at the Rush Rush with J Cool and Lady J working the counter, the weather as mentioned before is definitely shirtsleeve weather. The Bulgarians are Bulgarianing, the Jordanians are Jordaning and the youth of the day are well being the youth of the day. Does the Social Contract function here? Well yes most of the time I think. But I do think breast augmentation while delightful to see at first glance is really cheating. And thinking of it, can’t this be construed as starting a relationship off with a false front. Everyone knows that the guy exaggerates to a greater or lesser degree. That is a given. The tattoos? Well they are the trend of the day, aren’t they? There must be some sort of charm in seeing a mother and daughter with matching tattoos, I think! And the fellas habit of walking off and letting the lady catch up after cleaning off the table and getting her own door will be addressed at some point in time, I’m certain. We all know that he really isn’t that tough, at least in most cases. But this false front business is a whole different matter. I mean how does one ascertain the truth? Do you just reach out and touch someone. I wouldn’t suggest it. Do you sit back and stare looking for signs of a remodeling? I think that might but a damper on the old conversation. How about asking? But if that is given thought it can be easily reasoned that such a tactic won’t work. Any how what would the question be – “pardon me miss but can those be real?” Once again, I don’t think so. I can’t say that I have an answer for such a dilemma but would look forward to dealing with such a problem should the occasion arise. I know Shakespeare said that “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” It’s just that when I view myself as the star not just in my subplot but in the greater picture I lose the story line and all goes awry. So if I were a female would I put a false front? Well, for a guy that kind of thinking can only lead to gaga, drools and then tata and off we go to that nice little home where everybody will take care of me.

I don’t know about you but I think I’ll give it a smile,

Gump’s Brother

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