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A Day Without Dufus...

Anita Bryant used to say "A day without orange juice is like a day without sunshine". And the Florida orange juice people loved the former Miss Oklahoma right up until she put her foot in it over her comments about gays, to wit: "If homosexuality were the normal way, God would have made Adam and Bruce". But I digress.

I'm certainly not as popular as that daily glass of orange juice. And sunshine isn't exactly a term I'd see being applied to me. Heck, I don't even post every day. After 2 posts regarding my caption contest, Wednesday and Saturday, and one post highlighting the week's best editorial cartoons on Sunday I really only write two posts a week on Monday and Thursday. But even at two posts a week of original material I find the old noggin's sometimes runnin' on empty, bereft (oooo...big word!) of ideas to share with you.

And such is the case today. For the life of me I just can't come up with something that would hold your attention and maybe get a chuckle or two. And I certainly wouldn't insult you, my loyal readers, by sloughing (another big word!) off and writing a stupid post about not being able to come up with a post. No matter how difficult it is coming up with these comedic chef d'oeuvres (sacre bleu, a big word in another language!) I'd never lower myself to doing something sleazy like that.

And if I ever did, I hope you won't do to me what some people did to Anita Bryant. You might say she got her just desserts...


are you practising a prayer?...just in case...just saying...
Cheryl P. said…
Ecrivain sans une idee, Little foreign words that force one to say, crap, what do I do now?
I feel your pain. It does seem that occasionally the one that I consider a poor excuse for a post is better received than the ones that I think are great. In a pinch any subject will have to sufice.
nonamedufus said…
A prayer to my readers? Like...

I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work, I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time
I say a little prayer for you
nonamedufus said…
This is what happens when you look at a blank screen and let your mind wander. Some days it's really hard, isn't. And that ain't no Congressman Weiner joke!
Pierre Merlin said…
Do you dream of being as popular as that daily glass of orange juice? are you sure... zillions of visitors who read and comments your posts, some can be very nasty and going to sue you for posting the too famous Adam and Bruce, other might sue you for picking on Bruce... nice post for a blank page syndrome though :-)
00dozo said…
Do you think Anita meant to be punny or sardonic when she said, "At least it was a fruit pie"?
nonamedufus said…
Zillions of visitors? Hell I'd be content being as popular as cod liver oil.
nonamedufus said…
Oddly enough, apart from being completely homophobic I think the lady thought she had a sense of humour. I'm not sure if gays and lesbians back in the 70s, or since, would agree.
Nicky said…
I'm so glad you wouldn't sink to those levels....

Don said…
Nicer filler... Learned something new too.. Didn't know about Anita's comments... (Was overseas at the time...)

Boom Boom Larew said…
Seeing Anita get the ole pie in the eye is worth a post any day! And here you thought you had no ideas....
redheadranting said…
Just when you think it's safe to drink orange juice again! When all this Anita stuff happened back in the 70s my dad refused to buy orange juice anymore or at least until she was no longer the spokeswoman. Of course I didn't know why then he just told me she was a twit and that was the end of that discussion. To this day I usually choose another juice over orange juice.
redheadranting said…
Maybe it wasn't but it was a good one.
nonamedufus said…
Oh heavens, no. Not me. Never.
nonamedufus said…
Oh she was a regular Don Rickles!
nonamedufus said…
Funny how those things work out. This one did.
nonamedufus said…
Interesting story, Jen. She was indeed a twit. Funny how certain people change our opinion of them simply by opening their mouths to speak. Kinda reminds me of Sarah Palin.
Thomas C. said…
And now we have Tracy Morgan, announcing that if he ever found out that his kid was gay, he'd stab him with a knife...

Hatred is never benign. Anita Bryant might have thought that she was merely expressing her personal opinion and a religious or political viewpoint, but the bottom line is, comments like that make it possible for Tracy Morgan to advocate violence against a child for being gay. And Tracy Morgan's comments create an environment where sticking a knife into a gay kid is nothing more than a joke.

I'm not okay with that. With any of that, actually.
nonamedufus said…
Tracy Morgan's an idiot. I've never found the guy funny. He lived up to that assessment with his most recent comments. In a democracy people have the right to express their opinions. They also have the right to be a jerk. Morgan appears to have exercised both those rights.
quirkyloon said…
Let's see if I get a poem reply. heh heh

And you do more than any glass of OJ. Woops, that could be misconstrued. I mean orange juice OJ, not the "other" OJ.

hee hee

I've been gone "up north" however, not as "north" as ye. I just barely heard about the UNfunny Tracy Morgan gay act. Woops, THAT could also be misconstrued.


hee hee hee
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I wondered what happened to you. Well, we always need someone to kick around. I guess Morgan will have to do. What a douche. See what you missed.

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