Monday, December 21, 2015

Collecting Tropical Fish one summer, not my cup of tea.

I collected tropical fish and invertebrates one summer... I know it sounds Novel, colorful and cheerie.. but it really was not... I never really enjoyed it... oh the boating and scuba diving was o.k.  but I never liked squirting Quinaldine   into the burrowing hole of Jaw fish and watch the creature  come up out of their lairs gasping. .. as I would net them.. nor squirting in a crevice and have a blue queen angel come floating up stunned on her side.. Naaaaaaa, not really so pretty, and then to be shipped off to some pricks aquarium up North... I was a trader in death, there was a high mortality rate.

Just was not for me.. I was o.k. with going out and Killing Supper .. but even that was no pleasure, still we must eat....

We went to the submarine pens occasionally if it was to windy to safely make the reef tract and harvested flame scallops..

The submarine pits  behind Boca Chica Navel Air Station were the deepest darkest hole... with shit visibility.. Scary.... my buddy was swimming along one day and a dead bulldog tied to a cement block appeared right in front of his mask lens... in that murk with 6" visibility...... He shit his swim trunks........

I was remembering the instance... and thinking now that is one sick bastard of a human to tie a dog to a concrete block and then chuck the block down into the depths of the canal... dragging doggie right along.

Splash! then trying to claw it way to the to the top like a mother fucker to no avail.... down, down, down.. bloat then rise to the end of your cord... beneath the surface.... painting a real Norman Rockwell.

Well I don't know the circumstance.. maybe he was a bad dog.

But it got me to thinking what a  group of cowards humans can be.. kick a block into the canal and along goes the dog to the depths struggling... how wonderfully Human.

Perhaps that is an ornery  opinion?  To voice.

We are supposed to build foundations to rise upon...  is that so others can see Our Causes?
It really boils down to overruling doesn't it?  Like we did the Native Americans and so many others with our pompous  Bull Crap.

Over ruling another human being... isn't that what it has always been about over the centuries  the millions of years even?  OVERRULING!  We run to Judges like 10 year old children ... as if they were our Mommy and Daddy  and cry our case essentially the same thing just on a smaller scale?

But Mommy, But Daddy!

Sure even whole classes of people... why not?

Else  someone throws the tethered weight  and watches smugly as you like the dog tied to the concrete block  get drug into the canal  and pulled down to the bottom  while trying like a mother fucker to swim up  and drown ..   admit it........ humans are

Genuine  sacks of shit!         This  is fundamental  Humanity, to go right  along with the Pure of Heart.  So Honorable,  HA! Where is the Joke?

 Like Cum Stains on  brand new crushed velour Seats... in your own private cabin class  Executive Twin.

Whatever you say.

Off that rant.... yes Collecting Tropical fish that one summer.

Not my cup of tea.

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