Indeed, young Thumper, the sage and venerable Master Wilson is quite the orator. Put him in a bandit's mask and put galvanized stainless steel garbage can lids in his dexterous claws and you might could even call him a racoonteur.
In fact, it is with sad regret that I must quote Karl Marx's brother Julius Henry and say, "Horse Feathers."
"disaster is most likely to strike," "biggest Sooner headaches," "too many Sooner eggs laid right there on the field"
And so it's always been for Okies. I can just hear old Joad from Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath" drawling "When lightnin' kills yer donkey, ye don't ask why, that's jes' the way thangs is."
Such simple, ignorant, innocent souls.
But I'd rather light a candle than curse your darkness.
What you're talking about, Cousin Fred, are ECFGs. You can pretend it's jes' the way thangs is but two billion christians, a billion hindus, a half billion buddhists, and 30 million texans can't be wrong. There's karma in this world. You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around. ECFGs smite the cocky. It's not a terribly complex concept to grasp, amigo.
