Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day of Dougie
Discretion, Sinners Turned Saints & Cow Pow
March 10, 2022
Good morning Infidels, and welcome to a Day of Dougie. How you be doing? I’m awake, but aside from that, the jury is still out. I’ve been up all night reading the news, watching cartoons, and writing about wrestling. I’ve managed to write four future editions of the Ultimate Wrestling Q&A, which you’ll see posted at the site over the next several days. I’ve finally wised up and am getting ahead of the game (for once).
I normally would be going to bed now, after being up all night, but I need to make a Wal-Mart run to get a charger for my cell phone. My old one broke off in the wall so, as soon as everyone here at the homestead is awake, I have to cut the power off and use some pliers to remove the remains from the outlet. That should be fun. And then it’s off to get a new charger and given how inconvenient it is to get around these days, more fun. I need a freakin’ assistant so I can send them to do these things and I don’t have to. sighs Let’s get to the Day of Dougie stuff, shall we? Oy vey!
Everyone should know the drill by now. I get the infamous Magic Bag, pull out three topics at random, and then with no advance preparation or notice, that’s what I write about. Let’s hope for some good ones. The topics for today are Discretion, Sinners Turned Saints, and Cow Pow. This one is going to get weird. I can already tell. sighs So, are you ready? Let’s do this.
This is an easy one. Discretion is quite simply being discreet. What you do or say or think, I may know, but I’ll never tell. It’s when you want to keep matters private and quiet and in my world, it’s an important thing to respect. Who’s business is it if you come into the liquor store and buy the cheap booze? What does it matter that you like to gamble? Who cares if you snort cocaine off a hooker’s ass every other Tuesday? I look at things like this. I don’t have many secrets personally, but the few I do prefer to keep quiet, I do. And if you have things about you that you prefer to keep from being public knowledge, yet I know about those things, I’ll keep quiet on your behalf as well. Well, unless you’re an asshole and I don’t like you, then all bets are off. I don’t tell your business and you don’t tell mine and we’re good. That’s called being discreet and using discretion. That’s a good thing. And there you go. Let’s move on.
Sinners Turned Saints
On the piece of paper that this topic was on, there was also a name. I will use some of that discretion I spoke of earlier and not reveal the name that I had associated with this topic. Well, probably not. But let’s get to it anyhow, shall we? A sinner turned saint is when someone lives a life of hurt, deceit, doing ill will on others, and just being a sorry excuse for a human and does a legit change of life. They try to do better. They open up and show respect for others, and themselves. They go from shady to a mighty-fine individual. It’s rare, but it can and does happen. I know of some people who have done exactly that. They did what they had to do, realized that the path they were walking was only going to lead to jail or death, and turned themselves around. They went from bad to good and that is always a good thing.
But then there is the person whose name I had written on this scrap of power next to the topic of discussion. A dirty cop when he was younger, an alleged man of God now. But the thing here is some people can and do change. I know this guy. He was dirty then and he’s dirty now. He’s just playing a slightly different game. So I guess it would be, in this case, Sinner pretending to be a saint, turned sinner still pretending to be a saint, but also still and always an asshole. I don’t like the guy and I don’t respect him. And when the day of reckoning comes, I think he’s going to have a bad day. ‘Nuff said!
Cow pow is exactly what it sounds like, the big pile of poop in a field, that comes from the cow. Many years ago, I was visiting my cousins up in Ohio for the summer, and one of the things we did was camp out with his friends. His friend’s family raised cows. We went cow-tipping that night. And one of the guys, while we were running away from a pissed-off cow, hit a pile and did a flip, feet in the air and landing on his back. And my cousin, without missing a beat, immediately called him the Master of the Cow Pow. Maybe you had to be there, but it was funny as hell at the moment and we laughed about it the rest of the night. And every time we’d see a pile of animal deposits on the ground afterward, it’d be called “dog-pow”, “horse-pow”, or whatever the offending animal may be. We were only like 11 or 12 years old at the time and this was hilarious stuff to us. That was an awesome summer.
And there you go. My thanks for reading. Any comments, thoughts, or questions are welcome and appreciated. Until the next time, take care of yourself and be good. And when the day is long and you need some change, just smile and make it a Day of Dougie. It works every time. Now it’s time to get busy doing stuff. I’ll see you at the Wal-Mart.