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Thursday, March 3, 2016

COCKS, COCKERS, & COCKSUCKERS

I have always been a little fascinated with chickens.  From way back as I can remember, there were always chickens everywhere.  I don't really seem to care.  They are just there. Rooster, I think that's what they call the male chicken and the female chicken they call, Hen.  Eggs are usually laid by the hen through the rooster. And we get to feed them when we get together, and of course make them kill each other like they were idiots.

I know people, closer than you think, who know a whole lot about raising fowls.  Some were too obsessed to mention about, and others were just a little too interested.  When you come to think of it, election season is a lot like making roosters, chickens fight each other.  They usually just call it "cockfighting".  It really is kinda fun to watch, not mentioning the camaraderie amongst aficionados and enthusiasts alike.  Well, there are other things we need to show. And the arena, the cockpit, or wherever, whatever what you want to call it, yards out just the same.

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