What you got? Ain't what you thought.

[Buzz]

Actually, i'm helping the economy by giving someone work.

[Pudfark]

Well Buzz...who and how are you gonna hold'em accountable, if'n you find yer "mule", starving, dehydrated and belly deep in mule shit? Or worse, Lord forbid, dead in the same conditions?

What's yer recourse?

Then try to apply yer recourse to your/our government and your own "care".
I'd really like to know, what you have to say about that...honestly.
Though, based upon what you have chosen to write so far?
I don't expect much. The squeezing the turnip thingy does come to mind...
Speaking of such...throw the mule a turnip...

[Buzz]

What are you doing about it, except blaming me?

[Pudfark]

What am I doing about it?
Well Buzz, I'm writing about it.

What are you doing about it?
Ducking and dodging...being, mule like?

Maybe, you are like the Mule...who doesn't understand "Whoa!".
Cuz whut comes next?
"Woe is me"...and then, it's to late.

Which brings us, you and me, back to your first question.."What are you doing about it?" And here I am, dealing with a "mule"...and not a 2x4 in sight....

[Buzz]

You need to get some meds.

[Darkhorse]

It's like watching a Laurel and Hardy movie

[Pudfark]

The meds?
That leads me to believe...you're out of "gas" and the mule's out of "luck".
Later this afternoon...I shall hoist a libation and drink to the health and future...
of yer "mule". Alcohol is the best medicine for a terminal case of the "feckits"?
You agree? Whoops...or the Cheech, Choom and Chongo remedy, newly made legal?

Ain't trying to blow smoke up yer ass...though, I will toast yer mule.

[Pudfark]

It has been fun bantering with Buzz this afternoon...Darkhorse.

[Buzz]

You've been blowing smoke since i've known you.

[Pudfark]

That may be true? Buzz.
I'm still gonna toast yer mule...