A Tale of Two Poles

Let's go directly to the non-point of this post: Anthony Weiner and his problems with his own. (LINK) My primary reaction to his latest mess is to say, Forget About Becoming Mayor of anything, anywhere, at any time. Why? Well, why not? 

Did you see how tattered he looked during his Mea Culpa Press Conference yesterday? Does he look a tad unhinged to you? Why is he bothering to run for any political office again?

Obviously, his judgment is off, off, off on soooo many levels. "Delusional" is what I think The Weiner has become. But then, our country has a tendency to give most Menz Of Power a pass for their crude behaviour. However, I believe this time the Prior Weiner Sympathizers are now feeling a wee bit nauseated.

Wife by his side, wife speaking-out on his and her behalf – oh, how cringe-worthy! Please take your Hot Dog and go home. And, BTW Mr. Weiner, did you know that yesterday was National Hot Dog Day in America? See what I mean about being delusional = out of it = poor judgment. 'Nuff said.

Hey, I have another idea on today's Post Topic: How about Climate Change? Sexy stuff, eh? Or GMO's? If I were to add a sprinkle of sexually-charged double entendre's (or something) in-between facts about how soon it will be before we find ourselves underwater beginning on/in Major Coastline Cities such as Manhattan, perhaps someone will perk up and pay attention.

What do you think? Should I try it? Creating a little story about Climate Change/Global Warming could be a fun way to begin the sordid, sizzling, tale.

PG-13 Version:

Once upon a time (that's how all tales begin, right?) a lusty ball floating in space rife with succulent life in all forms began to feel hotter than usual from its bare-backed exposure to a glowing orb nearby. In the early days, one area of the ball was frigid, choosing to decline the seductive advances of its fiery neighbor beyond a few minor flirtations here and there. Surrender was not an option for the Icy Layers of sensuous liquids, as the Private Parts of the plump beacon of Wild Things enjoyed the company of its inhabitants who were free and beautiful and cute and innocent Beings. Their presence tickled the heights of the area's naturally fine-chiseled mountains, causing it to feel loved and happy.

But then, as time passed, the atmospheric condom the Rotund Entity had been using for eons to ward off excessive exposure to the seething, sweltering, potentially destructive advances of The Orb began to break, allowing streams of passionate heat emanating constantly from the Horny Neighbour to intrude on the Private Region's celibacy. And when the leak of heat began, our once-pure North Pole became dizzyingly overwhelmed by the intense, hot desire drilling into its icy caps, feeling weak, fluttery; and then, grudgingly, began to melt as only lovers do upon deep surrender until it discovered that it had lost its identity. Following years of decadent pounding by the Hottest Orb Around, it realized that it had become a Huge Mass Of Liquid Shame for all to see.

The once-happy sexually active inhabitants of the Pole Of The North were no more. Other creatures in different parts of the vibrating, throbbing planet were running for cover. And, akin to the dismay of awakening to an undesirable person following a drunken One Night Stand, the once beautiful, shimmering gleam of Arctic Bliss looked around it's environment in horror, blistered and burned from its Lover's Constant Presence, wondering how it got to where it was; why didn't its Keepers Keep It Safe from the insidious approach and assault from a known predator when, unlike a one-nighter, there were years and years of warnings.

I'll stop now.

Please place some constructive attention Without Negativity behind becoming further aware of Climate Change and do whatever you can to prepare yourself and loved ones because it IS happening. Can we save ourselves from the damage we know will happen? I don't know. I do know, however, that despite the glistening seas and beaches and spectacular sunsets one can experience living directly on a coastline, building more structures on "the beach" or anywhere below or at sea level is simply foolish.

We can adapt. We'll have to.

On that note, I take my leave for the day. Have a Great Whatever, and thanks for stopping by!

Image via: Andrew C. Revkin/The New York Times