No, that’s not a description of my Uncle Louie. Grams says that’s what life would be like outside of the Leviathan. The big ‘L’ is, of course, any sovereign state. Well, I know how that can be, back in The Small Banana Republic, we were next door to a lawless country. Ooooh, it was nasty and all that other stuff.
What brings me to this subject? We met with my CPA today: the taxman. Very nice fellow. Grams always makes me come along to see the taxman, in case there were any questions about my ledger. She says that she doesn’t want anything questionable in there and she always checks it out first in case, she says, there’s any entry that “doesn’t pass the sniff test.” Whatever that means. It all went well. Showed him my blog (he loved it).
So, that’s over with for another year. But, it reminded me of something. When we returned from Paris we had to change planes in Detroit. This was an experiment: we usually fly non-stop. It was an unmitigated disaster. I won’t go into the delays or the wee plane from Michigan to California. The worst part was having to go through immigration/customs in Detroit.
We were directed to a line that turned out to be the slow one. The line next to us was moving apace, while we were standing still. Grams had to use her unpleasant voice because we were going to miss our connecting flight. Then we had to run to catch our plane. Not good, not good.
When we got to LAX, we waited until midnight before we realized that the coast road was closed due to landslides everywhere and the only way we were getting home was to fly. But, there were no more flights at that time. We had to go to a hotel for the night and fly out the next morning. That short flight cost what it cost just one of us to fly to France. Ouch!
So, imagine my surprise when I opened my suitcase and found this notice.
I showed it to Grams. “My, my Gweeds. Look, our tax dollars at work. This does reassure me. See, they do check the bags. And, they didn’t even mess your knickers about.” Well, I suppose she’s right, this time. Life is good inside the Leviathan when you consider the alternative.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
Actually the quote is: "The life of man is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short." when he's outside the Leviathan, according to Thomas Hobbes