Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Yesterday afternoon found ol’ Robbo taking a break from his yard work duties to run the Middle Gel and a friend into town.

It turns out that this weekend is the 2015 AVON 39 mile “”Walk to End Breast Cancer”, and part of our route ran parallel to a long string of marchers on the sidewalk.  Most of them had pink hats or ribbons or some such, but a fairly large number seem to have gone all out: tutus, bikinis, (pink) dyed hair, boots, lavish jewelry, etc.  I even saw one fellah inexplicably dressed in a dog costume.

Now this is going to sound churlish, but here it is:  The cause is, of course, perfectly worthy, but it strikes me that there is a line somewhere between supporting it and making a spectacle of oneself.   (I had the same reaction to that whole “Ice-water Challenge” thing.)  Money is money, true.  But considered as a spiritual matter, charity is displaced by vanity, and this is not a Good Thing.

And, I might point out, Somebody Else doesn’t approve either:

Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.

2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:

4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.

– Matthew 6:1-4

It’s the age in which we live, unfortunately.

Oh, and one other thing.  When I become Emperor of the World, spandex tights will be worn by license only.   Yeesh!