a fight

A BLOODY FIGHT

A Philosophical Truism

By Izzy Ess of Truthfulness

Instead of talking, Jonathan lashed out at Dinah and he struck her in the nose.  She screamed and bled and said, “I’m bleeding, you idiot.  I did not deserve a punch.  I deserved a tongue lashing, perhaps, or a Frenchy kiss, or a feel of both my breasts.  Why did you punch me in the nose and make me bleed?”  “I’m sorry, Dinah.  My raging, uncontrollable hormones made me do it!  You did insult my personality and I was hurt.  So, I reacted stupidly and punched you in the nose.  Please punch me in the nose and make me bleed so we’ll be equal, or perhaps a tongue lashing, or a Frenchy kiss, or a feel of both my balls.  I’m sorry, truthfully, I was impulsive instead of compulsive and I punched you in the nose to make you stop your stupid judgements and your criticisms, eh?  Here, I have a boxing glove that you may use.”  Jonathan and Dinah kissed the Frenchy way, and then they went to bed together to entwine and join their private parts.  It was great and quite relaxing and they both were smiling broadly for a dozen days.  Their hormones were satisfied and their muscles were relaxed.

Al Capp’s really ugly, corn-cob pipe smoking, philosopher and matriarch, Mammy Yokum, mother of the very handsome, well-muscled, slow-witted, L’il Abner, would have said, “Many a love affair starts with a bloody fight!”  Walt Kelly’s Pogo said to his friend Albert, both green, one an opossum and the other an alligator, lost in Okefenoke Swamp, in the Everglades in Florida, I think, on a self-propelled raft, “We have met the enemy and it is US!”  Both apply!  One is cuter than the other…

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© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Oktoberfest, 2013