T P O

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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

G r e e t i n g s !

** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *

Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Monday, August 3, 2015

My Dad's Views - by Hénock Gugsa


My dad: Gügsa Asta
 My Dad's Views
- by -
Hénock Gugsa
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My dear departed father had an unequivocal theory about people.

He said they "
are" predetermined by the manner they came out of their mothers' wombs. 

The greedy persons appeared with a hand  stretched out in a grasping manner ....

The lazy people showed their buttocks to the world first ....

Restless people shot their feet out first ....

The talkers came out with their mouths open ....

Last, but not least, the thinkers presented the top of their heads slowly ...  and they began using their brains immediately!

.... There you have it all explained the Ethiopian way!

  

William Holden - Stalag 17


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Brother and Sister - by Lewis Carroll



BROTHER and SISTER
- Lewis Carroll -
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 “Sister, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head.”
Thus the prudent brother said.
 

 “Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?”
Thus his sister calm replied.

“Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I’d make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth”

The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, “Only try!”

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
“Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can.”

“And wherefore should I lend it you?”
“The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew.”
“What meat is in that stew to go?”
“My sister’ll be the contents!”
“Oh.”
“You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”
“No!”
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Moral: Never stew your sister.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The Old Italian Gentleman - by Unknown


The Old Italian Gentleman
- by Unknown -
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An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa

A few days later the old man received a letter from his son.

"Dear Papa, Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie"

At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

"Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie"
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The moral of the story is: Wherever there is a will, there is a way - so never lose hope .
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TPO says: Amazing! An impishly clever son coming to the aid of his beloved father in spite of a seemingly towering impossibility! 

Nothing cuter!


Monday, June 15, 2015

À Bas Ben Adhem - by Ogden Nash



Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
 À Bas Ben Adhem
- by Ogden Nash -

My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What's he there for?
The only answer I can find
Is, Reproduction of his kind.
If I'm supposed to swallow that,
Winnetka is my habitat.
Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet
Above that Reproduction racket?

To make the matter more succint:
Suppose my fellow man extinct.
Why, who would not approve the plan
Save possibly my fellow man?
Yet with a politician's voice
He names himself as Nature's choice.

The finest of the human race
Are bad in figure, worse in face.
Yet just because they have two legs
And come from storks instead of eggs
They count the spacious firmament
As something to be charged and sent.

Though man created cross-town traffic,
The Daily Mirror, News and Graphic,
The pastoral fight and fighting pastor,
And Queen Marie and Lady Astor,
He hails himself with drum and fife
And bullies lower forms of life.

Not that I think much depends
On how we treat our feathered friends,
Or hold the wrinkled elephant
A nobler creature than my aunt.
It's simply that I'm sure I can
Get on without my fellow man.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

"Pardon me, sir, ..." - by Unknown



"Pardon me, sir, ..."
- by Unknown -

This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is.  

Children do think logically!

A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.

She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home.  She read:  "And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of  straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?' "

The teacher paused then asked the class; "And what do you think the man said?"

One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-fact like ... " I think the man would have said - 'I'll be a son of a bitch!! A Talking pig!' "

The teacher had to leave the room.


Surprised owl!

Friday, May 29, 2015

English-to-German Idioms - by Ktcakes of Stillwater



English-to-German Idioms 
- by Ktcakes of Stillwater -
Bulletin Board
 The Saint Paul Pioneer Press
(04/21/2015)
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OK, I'm game. I would be happy to share my nominations for most obnoxious and overused expressions that make my skin crawl: 'At the end of the day'; 'Moving forward'; 'It is what it is'; 'I know, right?'      

A couple years ago, I was in a German hotel, waiting to meet up with my brother and sister-in-law. I had the TV on because it was fun to watch German-speaking TV, trying to figure out what they were talking about. There was a movie on, something in the vein of Valley Girls. There were three teenaged girls walking down the street, angsting, and one of them said: 'Oh Mein Gott!' Cracked me up! Suddenly the offending 'Oh My God' didn't seem so bad anymore, when it was expressed in another language.

So now, whenever I hear an overused expression, I translate it to German. I figure I can learn the language, one idiotic idiom at a time. If they overuse the expressions as much as we do, it'll practically make me fluent!

          Here's how to improve 'Oh My God! It is what it is!' ...
          Try this: 'Oh Mein Gott! Es ist was es ist!'

  'Es ist was es ist!'
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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Letterman Outwits O'Reilly - by Hénock Gugsa (from 2006)


Letterman Outwits O'Reilly
 - by Hénock Gugsa -
(from 2006)

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It was simply delicious the way David Letterman eviscerated the dunderhead Bill O'Reilly on "Late Night with David Letterman" back in 2006. It was classic Letterman!!






Tuesday, May 26, 2015

A zinger from way way back! - by TPO


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A zinger from way way back !!
by TPO
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The great George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) and the famous actress Myrna Loy (1905-1993) once met at a party or some social thing.... And they had a little conversation.... It went something like the following ...

Myrna:=> Mr. Shaw, I think if you and I were to wed, our offspring will have my beauty and your brains. What could be more marvelous than that?

George (always quick-witted):=> Alas, dear lady ... the outcome could surely be different. What if the child had your brains and my beauty?
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Mother's Little Sayings - by Good Little Girl



Mother's Little Sayings
From: "Good Little Girl", 
The Bulletin Board, 
Saint Paul Pioneer Press (03/21/2015)
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Good Little Girl:
"My mother used to say:
- Hell's bells! when she made a mistake.
- Landagoshen! as an exclamation. (I thought she was saying Atlantic Ocean, but it probably was Land of Goshen.)
- If all's well about anything in the future: 'If all's well, Daddy will take us for a ride tonight.' I thought she was talking about the season, fall.
- What you don't see when you haven't got a gun! (No violence intended.) One time, my 2-year-old sneaked out of the house with nothing on but his big sister's saddle shoes. Mother said: 'What you don't see when you haven't got a gun!'
- His nibs when she referred to my favorite uncle.
- That takes the cake for anything out of the ordinary.
- Pride cometh before the fall. She'd say this so often; it's etched in my mind!
- God love him whenever she held a child.
- That beats all! for anything exceptional.
- It was only a love-tap anytime your brother or sister hit you.
- Don't make that face! God will freeze it and you'll look like that forever.
- Eat your crusts, or Mr. Hoover will get you.
- Eat your crusts if you want curly hair.
- If you don't sit down to eat, all the food will go to your feet.
- You look like a Fiji-Islander when we didn't comb our hair.
-Don't get up on your high horse if we became indignant over anything.
- A long drink of water to describe a really tall person.
- If asked where she or her relatives were from, the answer was always County Mayo, God help us.
- We'd say Hocus pocus dominocus without realizing it was probably making fun of the most sacred Latin liturgy."
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Good Little Girl, days later:
"When I sent you the list of expressions the other day, how could I have forgotten my mother's most famous one:
- Offer it up. We'd skin our knees on the stony tar in the alley and come in covered with blood. She'd say: 'Offer it up.' We'd have to walk eight blocks to school in 10-below-zero weather. She'd say: 'Offer it up.' We almost died from measles. She said: 'Offer it up.'

Somehow it worked. I think the saving factor was that, when things were hard for her, she'd always say: 'I'm going to offer it up.' It wasn't just something she imposed upon us.
All the things that were difficult for us, we believed could help someone else: the poor souls in Purgatory, the Pagan Babies, the sick and the dying. I think we were more aware of the interdependence of humanity than kids are today. We honestly felt that our being brave and good and kind and long-suffering could affect complete strangers if we offered it up.
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 Of course, I still do ...."

  

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Sunday, April 5, 2015

The little black Easter bunny - by GLG



The little black Easter bunny 
(who didn't know if he was a bunny or a cat) *
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Good Little Girl remembers:

"Many Easters ago, we gave our children a little black bunny. We brought it into the house after everyone was in bed. We put papers down in the kitchen, and the bunny used them right away.

My husband sang at the long Vigil Mass that night. When we came home, the bunny was fast asleep. We decided to leave him uncaged for the night. The kids would be delighted to find him. We hid the baskets and went to bed.

In the morning, we all gathered at the top of the stairs. We went down together to light the Paschal Candle and look for our baskets.

You won't believe what we found! Our mother cat was in the middle of the living-room floor nursing her five kittens AND the bunny. He was nestled in with the others, enjoying family life.

The bunny thrived and was soon a handsome outdoor rabbit. He had one problem. He found female cats attractive. He chased them and approached them in such a way that the neighbors complained. We thought that a freer environment would suit him better than our neighborhood, so we did what people did in those days: We took him to the zoo.

He ran across the grass, climbed a little brick enclosure, and began chasing a female ostrich."
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* Bulletin Board, St. Paul Pioneer Press, 04/04/2015



H  a  p  p  y       E  a  s  t  e  r  ! ! !

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Me and My Triplets - by Hénock Gugsa



Me and My Triplets 
by Hénock Gugsa
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This morning, my eyes had opened and I was looking at nothing in particular. It was still dark, and the house was quiet except for the comforting buzz of the warm air coming out of the heat vents. Then, it happened. The little red LED digital time clock quietly announced the time, and I saw it at the exact nano-second of its unfolding. Whoosh ... it had gone from 5:54 to 5:55! Christopher Columbus! It was exactly 5:55!!

I whispered quietly, "Holy cow, it's 5:55!"

That woke Jean up. She sounded startled as she asked, "What? What's wrong? What's happened?"

I sheepishly replied, "It's the clock. It just turned 5:55."

Jean sighed with mock exasperation. "Sheesh, you and your triplets."

It is true, me and my triplets. There are quite a few of them ... 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, and 5:55 ... then you skip the 6th, 7th, 8th,and 9th hours ... and you're back with the rest of the triplets on the face of a clock ... 10:10, 11:11, and lastly 12:12.

So there you are. I've got myself 8 triplets, but it is never a sure thing when I will catch them. It is all an accidental experience. When I do catch any one of them, however, it is like living life in the moment. Buddha would be so proud of me!

Okay, now. Please don't go technical or scientific on me. Let me just enjoy this moment in peace.




Sunday, March 15, 2015

Inspired - by Hénock Gugsa


Inspired 
- by Hénock Gugsa -

I woke up this morning and found myself inspired enough to think up some jokes of my own. 

Immediately, I cranked out two, and I stopped right there .... I didn't want to lose my enthusiasm, as it were!


I've worked on these jokes a little bit, polished them up some ... and here they are for your (maybe) enjoyment ....

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Sam walks over to his neighbor's farm. He finds his friend pacing back and forth in his front yard like a proud rooster.

          Sam says, "Say Chester. Do you know you got no manure whatsoever? You expect to do well this year, do you?"

          Chester replies, "'That ain't my fault. Bessie there is doing her business elsewhere now."

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          Again today, Alice is not on time for her shift at the diner.

          Her boss, Mel, shouts out at her, "Alice, you're late every morning, why?"

          Alice's new friend is an elderly lady with a slight hearing loss.  She speaks up for Alice.


          "Cause she's born lucky, that's why!" 


Whoa ... WTF ... WTF !!!

    

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Dowager Moments - acted by Maggie Smith

Maggie Smith



Dowager Moments *
- Maggie Smith - 

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* from the PBS (Masterpiece) series, Downton Abbey.

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Vagaries of Old Age - by Hénock Gugsa



The Vagaries of Old Age
by Hénock Gugsa
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What are you thinking when you’re 65 and looking at the abyss in front of you … what lies ahead? One thing for sure – it’s going to be full of surprising discoveries about mortality. As far as you are aware, you have not traveled down this road before. It is going to be a new and unique experience despite the testimonials of others older than you.

What are these discoveries? Well, some are small and others are huge. They may be benign or they may be devastating. And since you are now old, you have nothing else to do but to be preoccupied with them. You seek them out, and when you find them (or they find you), you can’t help but dwell on them. You constantly talk about them, you rhapsodize, and you even write about them if you can tie yourself down.

We begin with the positives.

First: you begin to worry less about tomorrow because in effect you are already in tomorrow-land.

You can make a list of things (activities) with which you can occupy yourself. Preferably, they are voluntarily selected by you, and there are no deadlines, and no serious accountability or consequential commitment should be attached to them. The common denominator to these activities is that they be personally rewarding purely for the accomplishment aspect alone.

You may forget things, and as long as you are not in Alzheimer territory, you should relax. Nobody will blame you for forgetting an appointment now and then, and you won’t be expected to remember everything from the past.

You have really no need for a watch or a clock except as tools to remind you of mealtimes and when to go to bed. You don’t care a whit about calendars; every day is really a continuation of the previous one with slight variations. You may notice changes in the weather, and you may even talk about it just for the thrill of annoying someone. But you know there’s nothing you can do about the weather except move somewhere else … and you won’t because you don’t wanna!

Lastly, you notice you have begun to enjoy the little things in life as if you were a little child. And that’s alright because this is the beginning of your second childhood. You enjoy stealing cookies from the cookie jar, telling silly knock-knock jokes, and being bratty like a six-year old. You can get away with tantrums mostly because nobody’s paying you any mind. But you don’t care because you think you rule!

On the negative side …

Sometimes, you are paranoid about bad surprises …. You are now aware that you clear your throat a lot whether you are about to speak or not. There is always either a dryness or an abundance of mucus permeating the entrance, the passageway to the esophageal canal. If you are not careful or attentive, the slightest excitement can bring on a choking fit. What you drink, how you drink … what you eat, how you eat … and even how you lay your head on a pillow can be perilous feats. At night, when you swish the mouthwash in your mouth, don’t even dream of gurgling … focus your mind on what you’re doing. Don’t go off daydreaming!

You need many props in your daily meanderings … railings on stairs, and handle bars in buses, bars, and bathrooms.

When you get up in the morning, you have to take quick stock of your physical status. What is the “ache” level today? You must remember to stretch and do some side-to-side raised knee swings from a horizontal position. Lower back pains could be so debilitating … lumbar herniated disc, sciatica, etc. are as bad as kidney stones or bad toothaches.

Hearing is one of the early problems you encounter. So you have to use your other facilities to make up for the loss. You need, for example, to will yourself to be constantly alert and physically aware of your surroundings. Pace yourself, be smart and use nearby tools to get around the obstacles life keeps throwing your way. Have you heard of something called “CC” or closed-captioning?

Conclusions:

Old age is a whole new ball game. It is something not many people are prepared for. And if you thought you were, you’ll find many undreamt-off surprises in every corner.

One always needs to weigh the carefree abandon one associates with happy old age against the unrelenting daily (moment-to-moment) care and caution one needs to employ.

On balance, it seems to this writer that old age is indeed full of vagaries … some are fun and some are unpleasant. Depending on your philosophical outlook and your mental disposition, you as an old person may turn out to be a good player.


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