From: DrD <spamblock@yahoo.com>
Subject: ASSC AFTSD Thanksgiving koan

At first I thought I would file off the serial numbers, but the more I read
this, the more I saw it as something where the credit should be given, even if
semi-anonymously.  So, thanks JT, and especially thanks to your dad, the author
of the following:

As I was driving home today, I suddenly realized that someplace in Iowa a large
Tom was being dragged into a room and being beaten upon the head until dead.  A
man with gnarly hands would then thrust the poor Tom into the hot water and pull
all its feathers out.  A sickening memory surfaced to the top of my brain.  One
day when I was in the sixth grade, I slipped out of Groveport Madison Grade
school and walked into the woods near the
school grounds.  There I saw a wild Tom mating with a young hen.  Sex was good
and clean in those days.  The young Tom had his way with hen and was strutting
about with a look of contentment.  Suddenly out of the woods appeared a large
man with gnarly hands.  He began to hit my head with a baseball bat.  My head
went from side to side and I felt my brains being jarred about.  I begged him to
stop and then I drooled and spoiled my pants.  The man left in haste.

Just about says it all, eh?

SteveDrD 

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