PHILOSOPHY OF POT

When I retired from the Navy I was in my early forties and my wife was in her late twenties.   We bought an old farmhouse one mile into the woods that had no electricity, sewerage or running water; and the following fall entered the University of Maine as Freshmen.   This lifestyle change was necessary for us to both be able to afford college at the same time.

We were different from the younger Freshmen as we actually took our classes seriously and studied.   We would return home, light the wood stove, carry water from the stream behind the house, make supper and then study our subject materials and notes, do homework and finally turn out the oil lamps and go to bed listening to Maine Public Broadcasting on the battery radio.

  

But, this is not about us.  For our second semester we signed up for Logic as one of our five classes.   The instructor was Dr. Reed.   He had worked as a janitor at the college before being hired to teach Logic.   Dr. Reed was a true eccentric, he was heavy set, his clothes always rumpled and looking like he had slept in them, he truly looked more like a janitor than a Doctor of Philosophy; but he was brilliant.

 

His class ended up being the most demanding of any class we took during our four years.  He assigned copious readings and extensive homework, he tested weekly and he graded stiffly.

  

We spent more hours at home having to studying logic that second semester than we spent on the other four classes combined.        It was the hardest class we experienced in college and the one that challenged us most.

Dr. Reed was later released by the college because he failed too many students and would not agree to curve his grades.

We still see Dr. Reed occasionally, mainly at Republican rallies where he is usually dressed in bib overalls and playing the banjo.

 

But this brings me to the subject of this post.

  

There are petitions floating around Maine for a referendum to vote on the legalization of marijuana during the fall election.

Most Republicans, including our illustrious governor, are opposing the referendum stating the ‘most people hooked on heroine started with pot (therefore, pot leads heroine addiction.)’

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc

Roosters crow when the sun rises, therefore roosters cause the sun to rise.

 

Thank you Dr. Reed

the Ol’Buzzard

A PUZZLE TO END THE WEEK WITH

I often read more than one book at a time.   At present I am reading a book on mathematics trivia, a western and a book of logic.    The following teaser was from the logic book - though I have heard the same problem before.

 A woman  begins at point A and walks south three miles,

She then turns east and walks three miles, 

Finally she turns north and walks three miles 

She finds she is back at her starting point

What color is the bear?


I'm just asking
the Ol'Buzzard

THE MYSTERIOUS MIND OF WOMEN.

Let me preface this by saying that I love my wife.   But even after thirty-five years I am still at a loss to the mysterious workings of her female mind.  

I have a big comfortable chair that I sit in to read.   Behind that chair is a large, three bulb, bright pole lamp – I prefer a bright light when I am reading.    

My wife likes to read on the couch, and she has a much more attractive pole lamp she reads by: this lamp is not as bright which is her preference.

My light is old and has needed rewiring since I bought it used fifteen years ago.    I finally decided to take the lamp up to my possible room – man cave – den, writing room, junk room…   and take it apart to rewire.  In the meantime I brought down the pole lamp that I use next to my computer and desk.   

My wife doesn't like this light - it’s ugly – and it is too bright; but I like a bright light and I don’t mind the switch.  

When I get the light downstairs my wife absolutely insist that I place it beside the couch for her to use and move her light over by my chair.   

I complain loud and long that her light is not bright enough for my liking; but the dye is cast, and even though I constantly grumble and complain I have to read by the damn dull light.   Meanwhile the light that I brought downstairs – the one she can’t stand – is placed by the couch and she has to aim it toward the bookcase because she says it is too bright????

I have to admit that I don’t understand this mysterious female logic; but after two week of reading misery I finally got hot and rewired the old pole light, brought it downstairs and placed it by my chair and moved her light back by the couch.    She is perfectly satisfied with this arrangement. 

I have pondered and pondered her female thought process in this matter and am at a loss.   It couldn't possibly be that this whole light-switching was to motivate me to get the old lamp rewired, could it?    Are women that wily?

I feel like I have been played.

the Ol’Buzzard

DEDUCTIVE REASONING USING A FALSE PREMISE

An old cowboy is sitting at a bar and a young woman sits next to him.   The woman asks, “Are you a real cowboy?”

The old man replies, “I have spent my whole life working on a ranch punching cattle, mending fences and breaking horses.  I guess that makes me a real cowboy.

The young woman tells him, “I'm a lesbian.   The first thing I think of in the morning is women, when I take a shower I am thinking about women, when I watch TV I am always fantasizing about the women.  Women are on my mind all the time.

 

Sometime later a young man takes a seat next to the old cowboy. 

“Are you a real cowboy?” the young man asks.

The old man answers, “I always thought I was, but I just found out I’m a lesbian. 

Bad jokes - I love um

the Ol'Buzzard