Does a drunken Tiger love his cage?
When he’s sober, the cage feels like home.
It feels comfortable and the mantra is sacrafice for principle.
When he’s had a few, the mantra feels like freedom at all costs.
Lying in the grass, that singular star says rage against the dying of the light.
But, home still feels like home.
And the little things feel like easy penance.
Does a drunken Tiger love his cage?
Easy Like Sunday Morning: Drunken Sunday Morning Edition
Scott is a sometimes blogger and social media consultant/principal at East Side Media. In addition to writing at the League of Ordinary Gentlemen, Scott is also a founding member of Beams and Struts and a fellow at the Canadian Council for Democracy's blog the Commons. You can reach Scott via email and follow him on Twiter.
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Kindly Gray Hippie: “How did you feel when you drew this?”
Borat: “Very proud!”.
KGH: “I’m just listening with sadness…a little sadness for your people…?”
Borat: “Yes…no, it is not sad. It is us who do the kill!”
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Don’t we, as a society, have a responsibility to ensure that all Tigers feel as secure as we ourselves do?
What about The Cubs?
Great post Scott. Beautiful and thought provoking. I don’t have an answer, wish I did. I’ve been thinking about your question too much.
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