Water restrictions, the handicapped, and such.

There is no greater joy than watching a retarded adult eat an ice cream cone. It is beautiful and joyous and simple. Like a cat playing with string, or an old man napping on a park bench. Mentally handicapped adults eat an ice cream cone with the reckless abandon of a child, even when they're forty (although most don't live that long). For most of us, sometime around adolescence, we switch to the ice cream cup. Say it out loud: ice cream cup. Ice cream cup. Now say: ice cream cone. See what I mean? I guess the cup seems more refined, more mature. Certainly more heterosexual. One thing for sure, it is infinitely more dull. So as I look forward to the summer months, I ask you, dear reader, to enjoy an ice cream cone. Ice cream cone. Ice cream cone.


Which brings me to the water shortage here in Florida. The gub-ment instituted draconian water restrictions as a result of a record year of non-rainfall. No washing of cars. Plants withered, lawns died. Several Homeowners Association presidents were found dead (Murder or suicide? Probably just old age.)

So during the drought, while the need for water was at its greatest, the gubment turned off the spigot. After 20-some inches of rain, they say 'water away'. When a man is starving, deny him food. When he hits four-bills, feed him.