You know, when I’m on the road, away from home, I don’t do the internet, because there’s too much other stuff going on in real life, although obviously I lurk for a few minutes if the chance arises.
However, this recent doleful event compels me to interrupt, to comment, so as to chastise California Peggy for her conduct and behavior the last several months of the life of the green commode primitive.
I realize she’s in the throes of grief and despair, but really, the way she acted, a horse-whipping wouldn’t be undeserved.
Despite all of her protestations suggesting the contrary, I don’t think California Peggy
really cared for the green commode primitive at all.
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What I’m referring to are the photographs of a vulnerable, sick, dying man that she posted. It’s a “given†that primitives have no class, no sensitivities, but I always thought California Peggy was, well, better than the other primitives, in the good manners and good taste departments.
It’s true that the green commode primitive was only a primitive, nothing like decent and civilized people are, but he was also…..a human being, and deserved treated like one.
What I, franksolich, got from “reading†the face of the green commode primitive in those photographs was his sense of confusion, embarrassment, and indignation that he was being photographed while in such a decrepit state, but being too weak to resist, there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
I hope to God he never knew these pictures were posted on the internet too, for all to see.
If California Peggy
truly wished to honor her friend—or shoe-string relative, or whatever the green commode primitive was to her—they’d known each other for such a long time that surely she also had photographs of him in better days.
Better had she used those photographs, and simply articulated his then-current decreptitude, rather than shaming him like she did.
It got to where I wouldn’t’ve been surprised if someone had caught the green commode primitive, his gown hiked up, his bare ass on a hospital bed-pan, and snapped a photograph of the phenomenon, California Peggy would’ve posted that too.
By the way she acted, I don’t think she
really cared for him.
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I’m not happy that the green commode primitive has sprung loose of this mortal coil, although in all honesty, I’m not exactly sad either; it’s just that I can think of about a hundred other primitives I prefer would hurry up and decease, so as to make this world a better place for all of humanity.
