Renaldo came up with an excellent proposal: if each month had thirty days then that would leave five days unallocated. That would mean a five day holiday for the whole world! Unless it was a leap year, then there would be a six day holiday.
First he wrote to the pope, since his predecessors had invented the Gregorian calendar that replaced the Julian calendar of Julius Caesar. The pope wrote back and said he thought the business of reorganizing the calendar was possibly no longer the prerogative of the papacy, although he’d be happy to see the pagan names of the months changed. Perhaps the United Nations might be able to deal with the matter more effectively.
The United Nations wrote to Renaldo and said that in all its history the United Nations had achieved very little, and they doubted whether anyone would take any notice of them. Why not write to the President of the United States?
The President of the United States said there was enough trouble trying to rewrite the nation’s history without worrying about what month it was. Try the Chinese President.
The Chinese President suggested that the whole world change to the Chinese system and since it was the year of the rat it seemed entirely appropriate. If Renaldo didn’t like it he could write to the President of Russia.
The Russian President answered and said that the Russian Orthodox Church already followed an earlier calendar and it was unnecessary to change anything to get in line with the rest of the world. It was really up to each government to decide what was best for them, and of course Russia wouldn’t interfere with any foreign decision-making.
So Renaldo wrote to every foreign leader in the world. Each one replied the same: those who worked for the government were thrilled with the suggestion and were taking the extra five days off each year anyway. But as for changing the numbers of days in a month; that was a bit too complicated.
And then the world came up with a wonderful compromise: the calendar would be scrapped altogether. There were no days, no weeks, no months, no years. At long last, no one was offended.
A postmodern calendar! That’s the end of the world right there.
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If postmodernism is anything like the postoffice nothing would ever be on time…
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It’s about time the calendar were recognized for the bigoted manifesto of the privileged that it’s always been.
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I know – there’s just so many we have to bring to their knees.
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Excellent! A witty take on how the world ‘works’!
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Thanks, Chris!
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Can’t we keep the weekends???
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You can take a weekend every day.
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Your exquisite, dystopian story has drawn quick, crisp vignettes of the roiling state of the states of the world.
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You expect me to stay up all night looking up the meanings of words in Websters? Well… I just have! Dystopian… roiling… (I knew) vignettes… ?
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Kid me not, Bruce!
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No – no kidding… If I had my life again with what I know now, I would choose to milk cows. I liked doing that, and it was within my capabilities… Isn’t that funny?! It’s taken me nearly 70 years to see that! Five thousands roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took one of them that brought some adventure but not the one I was perhaps meant to travel!
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Catharsis at its best!
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LOL! Thank you! And Catharsis is not that easy to spell,
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No problems with catharsis here. It is anagnorisis that the autocorrect struggles with. Last time I wrote that in a comment it souped up the spelling in a vain attempt to fix that.
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Did you teach history, Bruce? If not, you should have done
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I deal with fiction most of the time so probably would’ve made a good history teacher!
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