Having fallen victim to LeftClick's occasional satiric indulgences I have moved it to a Facebook page of its very own where it can hold jestering court. This, for want of a better nomenclature, is called "Sharing" as this side of socialism the most generosity you can look forward to is at the end of a online Share link. You are not being offered a new society with collectivised wants or use values, nor even a few more 'good mornings' than before -- only the opportunity to partake of whatever satiric fancies may be on offer parked at that address.And as pages on facebook go, you may even get yourself a community -- an environment. where intent, belief, resources, preferences, needs, even risks..may all come together to make online whoopee.
Mind you I don't really know how online Whoopie pans out....
' Our moto is: make hay while the sun shines, make wooppee while the moon shines .''
Then there's always the possibility of online flatulence:
The sound of flatulence?A whoopee cushion, also known as a poo-poo cushion and Razzberry Cushion, is a practical joke device that produces a noise resembling a raspberry or human flatulence.
To use it, one must first inflate it with air and then place it on a chair or squeeze it. If placed on a chair, an unsuspecting victim will sit on the whoopee cushion, forcing the air out of the opening, which causes the flap to vibrate and create the sound of flatulence.
In restless dreams I walked aloneAs the greaty German Marxist poet and playwright once wrote (before he was either great or a Marxist ) in Baal:"a fart has no nose." Brecht's philosophical offering has been a meditation of mine for decades....
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound off flatulence...
