“My Hot Dog” Tanka 2392

(July 4, 2019)

I take my Hot Dogs

Seriously – I take them


diced ‘tears’* and pickles sides

with a mustard bath on bread!

*(Diced -brunoise-cut – sweet onions one side and either same-size diced dill pickle, or sweet pickle relish or if feeling a touch heretical a little of each opposite. And, yes, in a sad lack, a german or french mustard will just have to do, but not so much as with a good ol’e plain ballpark yellow. After all, The American Hotdog has many denominations and in those devout churches reside many several pews – some even say sauerkraut; others extol “sport” peppers, and, yes, I have been known to scatter a few celery seeds by way of Chicago propitiation. As to bread, I allow spit-top and side-split into my vestry; but I prefer a plain white pillow of sandwich-capable much-hooted-at commercial no-count, no-nutrient bread so as to slather the whole landscape with a wonderful yellow primer coat. But my greatest sin is to take lightly salted potato chips – I think Wise an excellent choice – and instead of ‘dog in one hand and chip in the other – what happens to beer or ice-cold tooth-chipping soda then? – or just slide a few rounds between and betwixt each “side.” Sometimes I just crush atop the mustard after a quick roll of just-blistered dog to get it all yellow and fine, and then do the chip’s ahoy theme which those dratted never-sufficiently-enough elves stole from my all-time hot dog receipt. Joey Chestnut I defy you to do 75 of these lovely creatures: first boiled to a plumpness – steamed really – and then tossed in a hot, oiled pan to achieve the perfect blister and brown to just before black. Now, that, sir or madam, is a communion worth celebrating on more than just one day a year – or even one day a week.)

“Divine Favor Not Always Assured” Tanka 2395

(July 5, 2019)

republics like ours –

so far all have had limited

“life expectancies”

do the math – two hundred plus

is ours evidence of more*

(Discounting the self-named “republics” which were but holding companies for Dictatorships – both in Athens and Rome – the lifespan of what we have come to call a “republic” in our form – that is, a democratically elected representative democracy (and there are damn few examples from which to draw data – and constitutional monarchies do not count!) – do not last much past the second decade of their 200th year. Now, as we broach the midpoint of a half-way mark toward a third century we are beset – it seems, as usual – by so-called popular movements to turn The United States away from its constitutional form. Hell. That’s been happening, actually, almost since the start: perhaps we should rename The Constitution to “The Suggestion – But Don’t Hold Us To It!” instead? Socialism is the flavor of the century – and perhaps beyond. The only comfort is that Socialists are far more screwed up and if possible even more corrupt than constitutional republicans! One wonders if that is by accident or Divine Intervention. Never ascribe to some higher power – or even coincidence – what can be explained by simple greed-borne stupidity, however. And, surely, we have all the examples of such higher brain functions littered along the dustbin path we are pleased to call “history.” But, I rather like the notion of an occasionally active God – taking a break at the 10th Celestial Tee to look around past the fairway as it were – tweaking and poking things His Way. The chip shots and long putts he leaves to us. Better sharpen your spikes, Constitutionalists, despite the forecast this coming midterm it again will be – in the words of the immortal ever-punditing wag-mouths, “The Most Important Election Ever!” and we all had best get on the stick and stay there right past the last call at the Electoral College. Shenanigans are sure to be afoot, and so must we! The God Helps Those…adage applies.)