Thursday, January 14, 2016
The Farming Life
Acting Their Parts
-Is there bullshit in Heaven?
-Do you mean actual droppings?
-You know what I mean!
-Well, a misdemeanor here, so practitioners could get there and
spew their endless nonsense.
-I'd hafta hear it?
-Nah! Must be a lotta tune-out mechanisms there.
-I just happened to think, real farmers when they talk about bullshit,
the metaphor, must have the actual stench in their nostrils too.
-Thus meaning much more! But I didn't know that farmers are big
on metaphor.
-A lot we don't know. You be Farmer Joe and I'll be Farmer Jim.
-Like we played as kids?
-But better, fuller. By talking we'll discover Truth! Of others and ourselves.
-A definite first! uh, Farmer Jim.
-Farmer Joe, what do you think about all that space in Space? Does it prove God?
-Moving ahead too fast there, Farmer Jim!
-Maybe so, Farmer Joe, let's give it time.
-A week.
-And Gwen and Ceci?
-Farmers' wives! They'll do their chores and shut up!
-Don't think so. Modern wives regardless.
-That means they'll try to ruin it for us farmers!
-Why change anything?
-Well I don't wanna come off a blistering afternoon
plowing the North Forty, and listen to her complaining about…?
-Lack of similar attention? I’ll speak to her.
-Who put you in charge?
-As always, someone must pick up the reins!.
-But we're tractor guys!
-Okay, I'll lead in my John Deere.
-Right behind you in my HUGE Massey-Ferguson!
-See? Know a lot already!
-I’m brutish!
-Noted!
Labels: farming, John Deer, marriage, Massey-Ferguson, role-playing, sexism
