The traditions and customs of our various societies are certainly interesting and diverse. There are times when you have to ask yourself, how in the wide, wide world of sports did these geniuses come up with something so brilliant. But one person's brilliant idea may be another person's idea of lunacy.
For instance, take a look at his photo and ask yourself, how did these rocket scientists come up with this wonderful practice?
Once upon a time, did a man happen to discover that his wife had done something naughty and as a punishment ordered her to hold a flaming bowl of shit in one hand until she learned her lesson?
Then did she repeat the same blunder so he decided that she should hold a flaming bowl of shit in each hand?
But she was a slow learner and transgressed again so he decided that she should also balance a flaming bowl of shit on her head?
Then did the other men of the tribe decide that it was such a good learning exercise that all the women should take part in the lesson? As they say, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
I don't know how it all started, but I'm pretty sure that the idea came from a man.
But something better than flaming bowls of shit arrived on my doorstep last week:
I now have an old copy of Dune to read after I finish House Atredies and House Harkonnen. I'm debating whether or now to read House Corrino before jumping into Dune.
Billy says he loves you sons of bitches. Billy is quite curious to find out if ingesting spice and folding space have any connection with being unstuck in time.