Carl does racism

It's been a knackering weekend.  From my perch on the storage heater, I have watched an international football match and a tennis final.  Both matches featured my potential countrymen: the Swiss (see June 4 post).  Not sure what to make of that.

But, on the advice of my Keeper - who says he's got his own reasons - I declare my nationaility to be anything but Swiss.  Or Scottish.  He told me to add Scottish.  Humans are weird.

It's not like that with crocs.  We don't really do racist.  See, there are only two categories of thing for us: dinner and not-dinner.  You might argue we are racist in the sense of being anti-not-dinnerist, but you'd be on pretty shaky ground with that way of thinking.

However, the more I've hung around with humans, the more I start understanding racism.  So much so, that I've decided to have a crack at it myself.  Just for the blog, like.  And like them eugenicists, I'm gonna present my prejudice as fact:



CROCODILIAN EUGENICS
(Source: Encyclopedia Britannia)



Carl's Croco-fact #3

Alligators are twerps

There.  I done it.  And gators can't read, so I couldn't of picked a better target!  My keeper gave me that tip - says it's the same with the Scots.

Seriously, take a look at em (left) with their smooth snouts and their lack of upward-pointing teeth.  Man, they are big time twerps.

OK, so that's it for today.  My Keeper says he is making preparations for my sale on eBay and that I've gotta pose for a picture shoot.  Whatever.

Take it easy,

Carl