Antarctica: A continent around the South Pole
Somebody just wanted seven.
I am convinced that some guy putting together the map of the world thought that seven continents looked better than six, so he peered down at the South Pole and said, “Hey! There’s a continent!”
(Obviously, he didn’t think that eight was as poetic as seven. Otherwise, why leave out the North Pole?)
It must have been a real public relations bonanza for all the penguins and polar bears, even though I cannot truthfully tell you that I am positive there are polar bears at the South Pole.
Actually, what I know about the South Pole has gone south in my intelligence level.
I know this: I have no desire to visit it.
Matter of fact, when it occasionally comes on the television set with some sort of special about it, I turn the channel because I get cold.
I don’t like to get cold.
I grew up in the Midwest in an area where we weren’t even blessed with an abundance of snow–only the dreariness of gray clouds and the damp, bitter Jack Frost nipping at your ass.
So as I have aged (beyond twelve) I yearn for a place where you can walk out the door without having to display half of your wardrobe to stay warm.
So obviously, I am not a fan of Antarctica.
I don’t even like penguins that well because I think they’re making fun of how I walk.
And I was disappointed the first time I saw a polar bear, realizing that they’re really not white. They’re kind of a sickly beige.
So hats off to those who want to explore this mysterious seventh continent, including it on their bucket list of things to do before they die.
Just realize that if you do go … everything in your bucket will be frozen.
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