It’s time to get real. When I was littler, I wasn’t exactly like the other landmine removers in my class. I was all about attention to detail and when my father wore his “I Hate Mondays” t-shirt” for the first time, I couldn’t help wondering if Mondays had any particular fondness for him. I was all about the climate and when the climate was right and there was nobody around, I said things that nobody could hear. I was all about systematizing, defending, and recommending concepts of right and wrong behavior according to my brilliant self and this is why I had no friends. I was all about taking the moral high ground in the play ground and this is why I played with myself. I was all about monopolizing the space between other people and this is why this space became my space. I was all about paying tribute to Jim Henson’s Muppet’s and this is why I had to hand it to The Earl of Ram:
Big Bird could get a shot on Sesame Street and wouldn’t lose a single supporter.
Big Bird Lives Matter!
That’s a quacking comment.