SYMPATHY FOR KAREN

It's something that has baffled the greatest minds of the modern age. What does Karen want? Why is she so frustrated? What will it take? This blogger thinks he has figured it out. Karen wants the forties back, when a well-bred white women could calmly shoot her lover or husband, then Hysterically explain to the cops "I... I... I... don't know what happened! It just exploded! It's an accident! I was just cleaning this old thing before dinner, and it went bang! Oh, I shall weep now!" And of course the police believed her, just a helpless woman. No one could have expected this. So sad, so sad, a tragedy, the best thing is for her to go on and extended vacation and remarry.

No one would swallow that these days. Karen is, understandably, peeved.

That was also the day and age when, if a man had trouble with his good lady wife, and couldn't have her committed to a loony bin, he'd simply go up to his cabin in the Sierras, shoot a couple of wild animals, and have some Bourbon over ice in the evening.
Four or five weeks of that, and he'd have his sanity back.

It was, of course, a golden age.
As you understand.

Sadly, this never worked for the economically lower class, who as everybody knows are coarse, vulgar, given to depravities uncounted, and kill each other all the time because they are inbred and mentally not up to snuff, sometimes downright vicious, and lack the proper refinement and moral fibre.


This epiphany came to me as a direct result of a pipe tobacco I tried today. The Beast. Inspired by Aleister Crowley. By Cornell & Diehl. 51% Perique, soaked in spiced rum for seven days, with Red Virginia Cavendish, Black Cavendish, and a touch of fire-cured Kentucky. It's a bit high on the nicotine levels, and some one once described it as tasting like a fart. Deep, rich, fruity even, on the whole a very pleasant smoke.

Not one I'll stockpile, because the tin note is funky, especially a few hours after opening, and this might well be something Edgar Allen Poe would smoke, or Ctulhu, or The Mouth Of Sauron, but I'll probably have several more bowls from the tin at work.

Goes well with a cup of tea.

Recommended.

The other pipe tobacco new to me was Anomalous, by Per George Jensen and Sutliff. Red Virginia crumble cake with nice condimentals. A few bowls over the past three days. Rather fun, very civilized. Katerini Perique seems to be something that Sutliff and Scandinavian have proprietarily. It's good.

The entire series 'Birds Of A Feather' sofar have been excellent.

Basically, I've swilled buckets of tea all at work these past few days, and was high as a kite by noon everyday on caffeine. Smoked too much, probably. So having good stuff to put in my pipes lying around was a blessing. Made putting up with the diseased old fossils in the back room bearable.

Being a sane well-balanced individual, of a calm disposition, I am a joy to have around. Unfortunately they cannot grasp this. No wonder Karen wants to off them and weep.



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