OK, big shot! What would you think?
A dude with a hood over his head and brandishing a sawed-off shotgun walks into the convenience store just as you step up to the counter to pay for your milk and bread. The other 10 or 15 folks in the store see the dude with the hood over his head and brandishing a sawed-off shotgun, but continue their shopping as if nothing is happening.
What would you think is about the happen?
Would you think the store clerk is about to make an announcement that there's a blue light special on motor oil on aisle three? Would there be customers considering how they could fake slipping on the floor even though there's a sign that plainly states, “Cuidado! Piso mojado?” Or would the dude with the hood over his head and brandishing a sawed-off shotgun tell the clerk that he would like to apply for a job?
Likely as not, there would be some who would never consider the obvious. Before they would act, they'd have to stop and ponder the circumstances:
“The poor guy must have been confused and meant to pick up a pen to fill out his employment application but, without thinking, picked up his sawed-off shotgun. And the hood covering his face? The wind did it.”
“A convenience store clerk making an announcement about oil on aisle three? Come on now! Who could understand him?”
“The one-call-that's-all lawyer guy would slam dunk that one. The wet floor warning was discriminatory in that only Spanish speakers could read it. Provisions should have been made for the world's other 6,499 languages”
We live in a world of civil rights for the masses, including dudes with hoods over their heads and brandishing sawed-off shotguns. The only exception is gorillas living in cages and minding their own business when a baby drops in out of the sky.
It's Katy bar the door for the gorilla when that happens!
If he had had a hood on his head and had been brandishing a sawed-off shot gun, the gorilla likely would have lived to see the ACLU, the NAACP, the National Council of La Raza and other “progressive” organizations spring into action to save his ugly behind.
What you see is not necessarily what you see.
You open your newspaper and see a feature photo of an attractive pregnant woman cradling her abdomen and standing in what appears to be the nursery at her home.
Without reading the feature, what would you surmise about the lady?
She's thinking about chewin' her husband out about the paint color.
She's preparing to go fishing on a schooner and use only leftover breakfast items as bait.
She's contemplating which she should do … reveal to Donald Trump that she's a member of the press, or resurface the driveway.
She's thinking about the entree for a meal after her baby is born: squid fried in dung, or placenta over noodles.
Funny world we live in. Proponents of placentophagy, or the act of eating one's own placenta, say it can increase your energy level and milk production and help ward off postpartum depression.
And we worry about too much sugar in carbonated drinks when folks are going around eating their insides?
No sense arguing with them 'cause when those folks get something in their heads, the only solution is to holler “Uncle!” and wrap it in bacon.
You can swallow a porch swing if it's wrapped in bacon.
