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Sunday Squibs

 



I took up wrestling upon realizing that for unknown reasons I was always punching below my weight. 


 After finishing a work of popular science, the reader complains the book does not have enough information for him to understand what’s going on. The scientist says welcome to my world. 


Politics is generally damned. In its defense, over the millennia it has gotten itself between religion and faith’s swift march to war. 


Displaying too much expertise,

Leads to falls and broken teef. 


DIY projects don’t always turn out as planned. If we could immediately make a second coop, it would be more like what we envisioned. And the third would rival the pro’s. 


The laid-back person is accused of not standing up for himself. Not so. Though by the time he gets to his feet, his goose may be already cooked. 


The absent-minded man only reaches retirement thanks to a vigilant wife. 


We find our own doings utterly fascinating. We must serve them with wine to make them so to others. 


He looks for God’s will, the righteous man truly. 

He wills it himself, the righteous unruly


If you don’t want to have to worry about the facts when writing fiction, set your novel in the distant past. Only small-minded experts then will quibble with your anachronisms. 

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