Monty by Jim Meddick for February 21, 2021

Happiness will no longer be tolerated in the new regime.

♫“Red is autumn green is summer

Greens are turning and the sand

All along the ocean beaches

Stares up empty at the sky

Marcie buys a bag of peaches

Stops a postman passing by

And summer goes

Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper

Winter blows

Up from the river there’s no one to take her

To the sea”♫

That’s a tough break, fella. Here, have some of my ice cream.

Misery doesn’t love company, unless it’s miserable.

That beach has to be pretty famous.

Lactose intolerant? Oh, the humanity!

Obviously, none of them are from Texas…

Thousands of miles of coastline and they have to mope on his section of beach? That’s depressing.

Monty’s The Stranger on the Shore.

No point Monty. All the other “bleak windswept shores” have other people wondering aimless about trying to “iron out” their problems.

So no ♫Walking on Sunshine♫?

Don’t ask, don’t tell

It’s not like this Bleak, Windswept Shore had any “private property” signage, Monty. Stand Your Ground and let the newcomers take their bellyaching over to the Other Bleak, Windswept Shore!

Among the things I can least tolerate are those who combine being whiny, self-pitying, covetous, and greedy all into one ball of Disgusting….