When George was little, his father put him in charge of the garden in the back yard.
"Now, George, the gardeners are going to make this garden nice. All you have to do is make sure that they do a good job."
"Yes, Daddy," said George.
George had some other things to do, so he put his dog in charge of the gardeners.
When the gardeners came, they burned down the toolshed, destroyed the garden, trampled the yard, and demolished the neighbor's house.
When George's father came back, he was stunned.
"How did this happen?" he asked George.
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Best New Blog finalist - 2003 Koufax Awards
A non-violent, counter-dominant, left-liberal, possibly charismatic, quasi anarcho-libertarian Quaker's take on politics, volleyball, and other esoterica.
Lo alecha ha-m'lacha ligmor, v'lo atah ben chorin l'hibateyl mimenah.
Cairo wonders when I'll be fair
and balanced and go throw sticks...