I love to start fires; it’s just what I do—
I’ve started them all over town—
But recently, folks have begun to complain,
And they’re working on shutting me down.
I’m just having fun, but they say that it’s wrong;
I’m a danger, or that’s what they say
I want lots of fires; they’re screaming for none:
Why can’t they just meet me half way?
I’ve asked them to sit and negotiate terms
But they’ll call me “extremist”, I’ll bet—
They’re ranting and raving; I’m asking politely…
Just how many fires can I set?
My favorite response to lunatics’ proposal of “compromise” is a quote that I can’t find the source of: “Mixing champagne and sewage yields sewage.”
I looked, and found too many sources to reasonably assert that one was the original, the notion that “if you take a barrel of sewage and a teaspoon of wine, you get a barrel of sewage; if you take a teaspoon of sewage and a barrel of wine, you get a barrel of sewage.”
Cuttlefish, I’m confused. Was this in reference to a particular post of Dana’s, or does “under the radar” indicate she sent you something directly? I’m certainly not seeing anything in her blog. (I’ve met IRL, by the way!)
Sorry for the confusion, Treb; it was something from an email.
From approximately the time of the first Obama inauguration:
Too obvious to be prescient, but it’s a quote about the futility of compromise with bad faith idiots that I’ve gone back to several times over the years.
Ha, ha very good.
The perfect answer to all those frozen peaches. Very well said!
Trebuchet, the connection is made clearer today. ;)
And a fine connection indeed.