"There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-"

Disclaimer:  everything contained in this blog is MY OPINION.  Every attempt is made to present the truth through actual facts or to identify statements which are in doubt; otherwise there will be no deliberate presentation of gossip, rumor, or innuendo which can't be proven as factual.

Woo!  Woo!  Symbolic negativity! 

*Allegory-the moral expression of truths about the human existence through symbolic figures and action.

Many years ago, I was flying across the tidal swamps of West Africa when the plane's co-pilot came rushing down the aisle toward the tail of the plane saying as he went, "There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-"

Right.  So that's why we pancaked on the jungle canopy a few  hundred feet above the forest floor.

Actually since the plane was one fondly called The Goose, and the pilot was a retired RAF veteran, we could probably have flown  upside down through the Holland Tunnel without incident. Which may account for our safe, if precariously located landing.

We were in more danger of falling as we climbed down or being bitten by one of the extremely venomous and highly territorial tree snakes than we were of being injured in the crash.  

We arrived on the swampy forest floor, cut and bruised from the descent and then had to face getting out to civilization.  Being rescued by natives in certain parts of Africa can be fraught, because there's a law which says the person who does the rescue is responsible for payment for medical care, and, should the rescue-ee die, the rescue-er can be charged with murder. Therefore, there's not a lot of rescuing going on there.

I know, wonky law, but they don't have a Good Samaritan provision like we do.

So we walked, waded, stumbled for hours through the tidal mangrove swamp, getting our feet cut on the oysters that clung to the mangrove roots, thinking everything slimy in the murky water was a croc, imagining each hanging vine was a python, until natives found us.  Of course, we had been going the wrong way, toward the sea instead of inland, but that was actually all to the good because had we been headed inland, we might never have been found. Our rescuers were good  enough to bring us out; and we saw to it that they were very well rewarded for their willingness to dare the law.
See?  Now isn't that a lot more fun to read than the yuppy version of 'negativity?'

*And the moral of this tale is:  which ones of our local officials and their pep squads, when faced with the possibility of a crash, go around saying, "There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-There'snothingwrong-?"

6. Who pushed and shoved and 'persuaded' in favor of the destruction of City Park by the school district without even looking for alternatives?

Anita Huguelet McMurtrie