Gerbil Freedom
 

As is with all things whether new or semi-new to the end user, this is an attempt to break thru the very fiber of what is deemed as normal and or rational and still at the same time adhere to the fundamental foundations of good hygiene and correct posture.

For that is the reason of all pursuits and admonition in our society.

One man's use of a verb is another man's lactose intolerant scandalous behavior.

How is it that when we are grown, the smallest of annoyances can become grievous blemishes on the face of humanity when we are otherwise and hence forth instructed to maintain an air of understanding and equality among those we inhabit the abode of this crust with who may have as of yet acquired fundamental knowledge of soap and water or the ability to disregard the "F" word in each spoken phrase?

It behooves me to ponder what possesses a man to join the circus and leave eight starving gerbils in a coconut hull.

It only leaves me gasping and searching for more clues to this anomaly we call existence.

Are the children the clown is entertaining entertained?

Possibly.

Are their lives enhanced as a result of the clown tooting his horn?

Possibly.

Are the gerbils in the coconut starving? Yes. And don't even ask me what gerbils do to their young if left unattended.

So can the overall outcome of one's actions be attributed to the overall scheme of things?

Well, the clown may be happy hitting himself on the head with a hammer but if the children became aware of the gerbil neglect they may possibly turn on the clown and also hit him on the head which could result in a dead and or dying clown.

The dead and or dying gerbils might have some sense of satisfaction in knowing the selfish clown had reaped what he had sown but therein lies the rub.

The hull of the coconut and proximity of said coconut would diminish the possibility of the fading gerbils seeing their one diligent master being bludgeoned by weeping children.

It is my goal in this world of ambitious clowns to interject a moment of reason and personal  accountability into their fading conscience.

If only one coconut hull could be a home then my journey has not been in vain.

For what is a man if he has ignored the less fortunate and helpless gerbils which surround him?

Vigorous and athletic types may counter with a slur such as, "Are you a man or are you a mouse?"

I am neither.

I am a person who thinks of gerbils.

Who is there in our periphery to stand up for not only gerbils but rodents the world over?

Certainly not the clowns.

Every man has a special purpose.

Some build dams. Some administer hormone injections to beef cattle.

It is my manifest destiny to obliterate the abominable link between gerbils and career driven clowns.

When every gerbil is a free-range clown-free gerbil I will rest in my recliner and watch "I Love Lucy" reruns.

But until that day comes my friends, I will beat the drum of freedom and declare war on all infamous clowns who would deprive even the smallest of God's creatures from attaining it's own level of independence.

Please join with me, if you will, and support this cause.

Please send a small contribution of five-hundred dollars to "Save the Gerbils from the Clowns Pursuing a Career", and I will send you a certificate of appreciation and some gerbil hair.