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The banality of commonality is a treatise on the commonality of banalities in the commonalities of our shared existence wherein we all experience mutual experiences that are so banal so as to become commonplace and so common as to become banal, whilst we ponder the whimsical ponderosity of this high flying concept, we nonetheless drift into even further reaches of a banal existence which is a common existence which we all share despite the uniqueness of our experience which is not unlike nor dissimilar to the uniqueness of the experiences of others, thus rendering perhaps nothing unique and everything banal, or perhaps it is through the banality that uniqueness in terms of experiencing the common experience in even more banal ways becomes the uniqueness we all believe we have but perhaps don’t because we all believe we have this unique quality which makes us, thusly, so much like everyone else that that uniquity becomes banality and all is the same even whilst seemingly different though alike in their differences and different in their alikeness, or such is the way of things as things are such that they are until they are not, and, when they are not, they are and, when they are, they are not, leading to a duplicity which becomes a banality which makes it more unique and less duplicitous while at the same time binary and thus less unique.

This was from “Mystery Photo 5000: What Is It?”

Of course, the answer is that it’s an orange.

But what is orange?

We all collectively call the color of an orange “orange” but does it look the same to all of us?

I mean, is what I see as orange what you see as purple, and vice versa?

And, how would we know? We can point to the same thing and agree that it’s the color orange, but that doesn’t mean that it looks the same to both of us.

Yeah.

I still got nothing.

Sorry.

So sorry.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring!

Nope. Looks like no one’s home, still.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Guess no one’s home.

I was thinking earlier today that today’s post would be a list of cool stuff.

Unfortunately, I have completely forgotten what that list of cool stuff was.

Don’t even remember the topic.

Still, no idea.

Nothing coming to mind.

Nothing at all.

Complete blank.

I can assure you it was going to be an awesome list though.

Probably.

Oh, well. Maybe tomorrow.

At least, that’s what a lot of the politicians say.

They say the rich aren’t paying their fair share and whatnot.

They blame a lot of problems on the rich.

They are partially right.

Many politicians ARE rich.

And they are the source of many of our problems today.

So, in a way, it is the fault of the rich. The politicians just omit saying it is the fault of the rich politicians.

Maybe what we ought to do is have a national referendum. We have all these people in Congress that like to spend money. So, we make a list of all the Congressman who have (a) voted for increased spending, (b) voted for tax increases on anyone at any level and (c) have a net worth of over $250,000. Then, as part of the referendum, we seize their assets and sell them off. That money is applied to paying off the national debt.

It won’t put too much of a dent in our national debt, of course, but it might make these people realize that there are real world consequences to their actions. Many citizens of this country have lost their homes after losing jobs or getting reduced paychecks. The politicians insulate themselves from this by voting themselves pay raises.

Let’s make the politicians pay THEIR fair share.

All the silly rhymes and stuff aren’t total nonsense.

Well, okay, they are, but there is a reason behind the madness.

In the current book I am writing, I have a character who speaks only in rhyme.

So, doing that on this blog is good practice.

Of course, the character has an appalling lack of dialogue, especially when compared to the amount of rhyming posts I do here.

But, practice, practice, practice, you know?

Though, it is somewhat embarrassing that much of the character’s dialogue is lamer than some of these blog posts.

Which is sad, really, especially considering all the practice…

When the wheel’s popped off the rod,

And the car’s screeching down the hill,

You better hope for some soft sod,

Because the end of the ride will be no thrill.

Someone checked the axle, confirmed with a nod,

That guy ought to be fired–swallow the bitter pill.

You may say the error was for him just odd,

But his salary should be quickly set to nil.

To keep the record going will not fill the till,

A new staff and driver is needed for the hot rod.

But, for now, we’ll have to live with nary a frill.

Until then, we’ll be led by the people of the pod.