Fleas
Padoke said, a funny thing happened to me this morning when I was watching some war report on television. I began to wonder how do the fleas that live in my coat make sense of it all. They really shouldn’t have to do too much, I suspect. I provide almost everything they need to exist and ask nothing in return. I do not enjoy getting bitten occasionally, though. I suppose they are only young fleas that haven’t learnt to be well behaved yet.
Dos didn’t respond to Padoke for some time, because he was imaging these little fleas making their way around in Padoke’s coat of hair and occasionally taking a little nibble.
Dos finally said, your position with the fleas is diametrically opposed to that of the leaders in Western culture to citizens. That is, if there is no recognised gain from a detectable member of the economic system, then, the aforementioned should be replaced. Kopitallism is totally dependent on uninterrupted expansion.
Padoke said, that sounds like a pyramid sales scheme to me and why do citizens think up all these fantastic euphemisms.
Padoke went on, how about this for a euphemism Dos; if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, then, hopefully it is not some creature having an identity crisis and actuality is a duck.
Dos thought, I wonder why, whoever is writing this blog, gives Padoke a sarcastic line to finish on?