Okay then, let's talk poo. Specifically, morning poo. The best thing about morning poo is that it arrives after waking up. And that's what this blog is about.
It's about waking up to the state of the world, its politics, its economics, its smoke and mirrors.
And just like a good morning poo, backside to the porcelain throne, you feel better after the indulgence of evacuation. At least I do.
True, there are days that it's impossible to see through the fog of misinformation spewed on the airways, to get past the ridiculous national obsession that rocks between fame and fortune and their poor cousins, loss and ignominy.
But walking about helps the bowels, especially after a long sleep. That's why this blog is called morning poo and not afternoon poo or evening poo. While sleeping, things go on in the world that we don't see, some good, some bad, some of no consequence.
The important thing is to wake up, move around, look about, and then come home to your own personal morning poo.
There's a lot of crap out there and no need to call it a rose.
