There's nothing I like better than a cattle prod.
Has any blog ever begun with this sentence? I bet mine is the first.
Anyhoodle, if I ever get a branding iron, it will have on it a Semitic crook or goad--which is where the Latin alphabet got the letter L. And a goad is of course a prod and . . . . a cattle prod is like the biggest honking taser the world has ever seen. A taser of Biblical proportion.
Literally.
"Shamgar the son of Anath, which slew of the Philistines six hundred men with an ox goad: and he also delivered Israel." (Judges 3:31).
Since this was not an electric goad, I guess I want to know HOW you go about killing 600 Philistines with a stick.
You know, there's really no point to this entry. I just wanted to share this with you:
For all you mothers of boys: I bet the moms responsible for these two Philistines did their best, too. At a certain point, it's all kind of out of our hands.
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