Ghandi is a wuss.

And not wuss in the sense that everyone knows that he's an anti-use
of force wuss, but rather the hunger strike for a purpose wuss.

I had to drive my dogs up recently from Camp Grandparents in San Antonio,
and drive them to Boston for my career relocation. Next time you think your
cubicle life commands a suicide note, try 30 hours in 20 cubic feet of space
with two drunken acting, slobbering Harry Carry yayhoos of the animal kingdom.

Farley, my greyhound-pointer mix, did not eat or drink, or do his business for 3
solid days on the road.

Surely by Roanoke, the levvy would've broken. Most assuredly the Loretta Lynn
Dude Ranch outside Knoxville might have sickened him enough to jostle out
some Beggin' Strips. Alas, no.

Farley went on a 3 day hunger strike with absolutely no selfless goal or attainment in mind.
In fact I'm positive he could give two flips about Tibetan Monks, unless they wear some
kind of ceremonial cheddar and bacon filled hats for meditation rituals.

In dog years, that translates to 18 days and 6 hours of protest. What cojones.
He makes John Wayne look like David Hasselhoff.

Farley: 1, Ghandi: 0.