A lot of people give kudos.  Kudos for this, kudos for that.  It is a regular Kudo epidemic.  I know at least some of them are trying to be nice.  But I don’t want their kudos.  If they had some Kudus to give to me I might be interested. I don’t think they would last the winter, though.  Wisconsin is a long way from Africa.  Maybe if I had a heated barn or something.

Anyway, the word Kudos comes from a Greek origin.  It’s etymology, if you will.  Not to be confused with entomology which is the study of bugs- though very interesting in its own right.  Anyway, you can’t trust anything made in Greece.  Have you seen their economy?  It is horrible.  I’d be embarrassed to say I was from Greece.  And now they have a bunch of immigrants filing in.  What’s next?  Biblical pestilence?  Frog rain?  Purple rain?  My brother had that album.  He also had Madonna’s Like A Virgin.  My brother had identity issues as a youth.  He probably gives people kudus.

A more likely disaster scenario is the plague.  Did you know the plague is still lurking about?  I used to work with a woman whose son once got the plague.  This is a true story.  He contracted it right in the United States.  I don’t know if it got as far as buboes, though.  Buboes is a funny word for a not very funny thing.  It’s also a Greek word.  Bubo, kudo.  Would you trust these people with your money?  Anyway, I read a book called the Plague once.  It is a famous book by Camus.  Camus was an Algerian who drank and fornicated a lot.  In my view his book is a good story but plagued (no pun intended) by a narrator who can’t figure out whether he is telling the story or actually part of the story.  It is kind of like one of those artsy, experimental novels but on accident.  Anyway, if my recollection is correct, Camus uses the word Buboes numerous times.

Unless you write a book on the plague I don’t know how you would ever fit the word Buboes into the story.  Perhaps in a Dr. Suess book.  The Wifflesnoozer filled up his buboes with kudos from the Gadderboggler who lived in a tree near the water.

If Dr. Suess were Greek.  Suessopolous, if you will.  Dr. Suess wasn’t Greek, however.  He was pure German, unlike that Austrian poseur, Hitler.