Just an ordinary guy, thinking it through

Someone explained to me recently
that the optics of the Hubbel telescope,
purportedly kept busy looking at galaxies
and planets and other light-hearted things,
were so keen that if it were turned around
to view us, it could read a dime in our backyard.

I am not sure why it would do that but,
then again, I am careless about conspiracies.
But just to test the theory, I put a dime
out in our backyard, in good light.
I suppose I should not be surprised
if I receive a post card from the F.B.I.,
or maybe Donald Trump, in case our backyard
is not early on the list of backyard dimes
the government in interested in,
that explains that we owe tax on that dime.

Stranger things have happened, I guess,
if one is to believe the baloney that people want to believe
about us being in a struggle against the wickedness of our own government.
As I see it--and I am probably not complicated enough to understand
just how evil government is: I am one of those guys who grew up
thinking government was good for building public schools and roads,
for protecting wilderness and children and food,
to say nothing of providing police and fire and military protection.

I don't believe that Hubbel/dime/sneaking-peeks-into-back-yard stuff,
but I think I will leave the dime there and see if, someday soon,
it will go missing. That will conclusively prove that I am wrong,
and that either government is a vast takeover of freedom and privacy,
or that we have pack rats in the desert.

Pack rats in the desert! What a wild idea!

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