Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is busy at the Fish Wrap not honoring Dead Presidents, but workin’ for them.
Holiday for who?/Bankers, teachers, bureaucrats./Not us workin’ stiffs.
You remember Haiku Monday…Fish Hack busts out a few non-rhymes about the outdoors or whatever, all in Japanese poetry genre. Not because it’s smart or academic or anything but just a weird way to get a few yucks out of the day.
And what a day it is. Fish Hack was out Friday doing a story on using trout spoons to catch steelhead and all it did was rain and blow. Cold day on the water, but someone has to do it in the name of employment.
Spoon-fed steelhead story runs Thursday in the Fish Wrap and this-here cyber wrap.
Check it out.
But the bureaucrats and bankers get a beautiful vacation daytoday in Southern Oregon. Go fish for winter steelhead in shirt sleeves and flip-flops.
And why? Because there are 40 dead dudes who happen tohave earned the favor of the Electoral College at one time or another. And a few are on some of Fish Hack’s favorite bills. Yeah, the same ones they take out of each pay check.
In praise of the Prez:/Don’t do an honest day’s work,/Just like they didn’t.
It’s not that Fish Hack isn’t all about not doing an honest day’s work. My career is more than pock-marked by that business plan.
It’s just that if someone, anyone, gets an extra day off to fish in the prime of the winter steelhead season just because of some dead white Masons, then it ought to be me.
Fish Hack’s no Mason, no Mensa and certainly no Statesman. But he is a Freeman, and should be kicked free today for being nothing less than being an allegory, right?
“Mr. Fish Hack, Sir?/Take the day off, just because.”/”Thanks, Rupert. You rock.”
