K7SGJ
03-03-2011, 07:53 AM
Hello all,
I've been away a couple of months having some eye surgery that didn't quite go as planned. But It's getting better, and I am now allowed to read, a little, if I can hold focus. I can hardly wait to get back on the air and in the wood shop again. The last two months have been a real bummer. The only thing I could do was watch the TV from a distance, for a short amount of time. That wouldn't be so bad if programming was better. Even I can only take so much Sponge Bob. So, I went for door number two. Listening to old tyme radio on my network radio. What a deal, putting in a plethora of eye drops, and listing to Johnny Dollar, Fibber Magee and Molly, Escape, Mystery Theater, Gunsmoke, and all the rest. Once again using the theater of the mind. It was fabulous, and time past reasonably well. But I came away with a question.
The old comedy shows still make me laugh, some hysterically. Third Base. I'm on the floor. But when it comes to the commercials, I have to stop and say WTF. Were we (society) that simplistic, simpleminded, and unsophisticated? I understand many of the commercials were aimed at kids back then, I heard them all the time. After all, I didn't give a damn about Ralston's PEP, I wanted what was inside. And can you imagine that if you had saved all that shit in the original package what you would be worth? Probably make the Donald look like a pauper. And oh how everyone bought into the cigarette propaganda. Drs stating Chesterfield were best and didn't harm your throat or lungs. Jeeez even Fred and Wilma smoked. Groucho and George always had a stogie burning. I think they outlived all of Vaudeville. I suppose life was simpler then, by today's standards, and it is allot easier to peddle a pack of smokes that it is a Gameboy 360. Remember the commercial for the cereal where the woman had on a ball and chain? Eat the product and you can lose the extra weight. That sure as hell wouldn't fly these days. Where's the beef. Lux toilet soap, hawked by all the Hollywood actresses on the Lux Theater. People could act but they couldn't read a script without it sounding like a monotone page out of Dick and Jane. "See Spot. See Dick. See Jane. See Spot Dick Jane". That was always my favorite.
I also started to talk to God again. We used to have some very challenging conversations. I used to tape them, but as you probably guessed, I was the only one who could hear her voice on the tape. So, I had just changed bandages and put some drops in my eyes. I learned that is called instilling. After doing so, I have to lay still, in the dark, with eyes closed for 30 minutes or so, and use this time to chat with the big Kahuna. This was during the time the WBC was pulling their brand of shit again. So I says to God:
Me- Hey God, what's up with these morons.
God-What do you mean?
Me-Why do you let the good people die, and then scumbags like this carry on?
God-It's called free will. They are misguided and just need an asswhoopin. I don't let anybody die, they just do. That is a fact of life that really troubles the believers. You fight and die for causes you believe are just, and do it in the name of Patriotism, Glory, Oil, or whatever. I'm always amused when the oxymoron fight for peace is used. A bigger crock of shit there never was. They used to fight in the name of religion, too, and it looks like that might be going full circle. BOHICA You know, it gets real old hearing you humans prattling on about what I want, what I like, what I hate, and everything else. None of you have a clue about me and my motives.
Me-Is it right for some whacko to picket a funeral with signs that say God hates Faggots?
God-Certainly not.
Me- then why let them do it?
God-Remember the free will thing we just talked about? You have the means to control situations like that and motivate a different behavior. I don't get involved.
Me- Sure, the courts were tried, but the Judges went the other way. Why did you let those twits come into office?
God-Me? I don't even vote. Besides, they are appointed by your president. Why is it that I always get the bad press when things down there go to shit, or when people have to talk to me immediately, usually from a foxhole, telling me if I get them out of that bad situation they will change their ways. You know what? Fuck you! That's what. But let something good happen and all of you become the mutual admiration society. Slaps on the back, high fives, fist bumps, and all that; and here I am froggin my dong, so to speak.
Me-So what do we do. Is there hope?
God-Nah. Not much. You remember the old saying that in a hundred years no one will give a shit? Well, the WBC will be gone. There will be a black man in the white house, oops disregard, there will be a woman in the white house, the Anglo population will be a minority, every country down there will be broke, there will be no health care for anybody, and the wars and fighting and dying, well, I've been watching that go on since year one. Modern man just does it more efficiently. They don't have to do the heavy sword swinging thingy. Just pull a trigger, or push a button. How cool is that? You are an interesting study. I know I'm supposed to know how this turns out, but just when I think I have it figured, some asswipe throws a wrench in the works. I gotta go. Isn't it time for your eye drops?
Me-Yes ma'am! It is. By the way, I've seen pictures, drawings, statues renderings, etc, what DO you really look like?
God-I look a lot like Gretchen.
Got to go.
eddie
I've been away a couple of months having some eye surgery that didn't quite go as planned. But It's getting better, and I am now allowed to read, a little, if I can hold focus. I can hardly wait to get back on the air and in the wood shop again. The last two months have been a real bummer. The only thing I could do was watch the TV from a distance, for a short amount of time. That wouldn't be so bad if programming was better. Even I can only take so much Sponge Bob. So, I went for door number two. Listening to old tyme radio on my network radio. What a deal, putting in a plethora of eye drops, and listing to Johnny Dollar, Fibber Magee and Molly, Escape, Mystery Theater, Gunsmoke, and all the rest. Once again using the theater of the mind. It was fabulous, and time past reasonably well. But I came away with a question.
The old comedy shows still make me laugh, some hysterically. Third Base. I'm on the floor. But when it comes to the commercials, I have to stop and say WTF. Were we (society) that simplistic, simpleminded, and unsophisticated? I understand many of the commercials were aimed at kids back then, I heard them all the time. After all, I didn't give a damn about Ralston's PEP, I wanted what was inside. And can you imagine that if you had saved all that shit in the original package what you would be worth? Probably make the Donald look like a pauper. And oh how everyone bought into the cigarette propaganda. Drs stating Chesterfield were best and didn't harm your throat or lungs. Jeeez even Fred and Wilma smoked. Groucho and George always had a stogie burning. I think they outlived all of Vaudeville. I suppose life was simpler then, by today's standards, and it is allot easier to peddle a pack of smokes that it is a Gameboy 360. Remember the commercial for the cereal where the woman had on a ball and chain? Eat the product and you can lose the extra weight. That sure as hell wouldn't fly these days. Where's the beef. Lux toilet soap, hawked by all the Hollywood actresses on the Lux Theater. People could act but they couldn't read a script without it sounding like a monotone page out of Dick and Jane. "See Spot. See Dick. See Jane. See Spot Dick Jane". That was always my favorite.
I also started to talk to God again. We used to have some very challenging conversations. I used to tape them, but as you probably guessed, I was the only one who could hear her voice on the tape. So, I had just changed bandages and put some drops in my eyes. I learned that is called instilling. After doing so, I have to lay still, in the dark, with eyes closed for 30 minutes or so, and use this time to chat with the big Kahuna. This was during the time the WBC was pulling their brand of shit again. So I says to God:
Me- Hey God, what's up with these morons.
God-What do you mean?
Me-Why do you let the good people die, and then scumbags like this carry on?
God-It's called free will. They are misguided and just need an asswhoopin. I don't let anybody die, they just do. That is a fact of life that really troubles the believers. You fight and die for causes you believe are just, and do it in the name of Patriotism, Glory, Oil, or whatever. I'm always amused when the oxymoron fight for peace is used. A bigger crock of shit there never was. They used to fight in the name of religion, too, and it looks like that might be going full circle. BOHICA You know, it gets real old hearing you humans prattling on about what I want, what I like, what I hate, and everything else. None of you have a clue about me and my motives.
Me-Is it right for some whacko to picket a funeral with signs that say God hates Faggots?
God-Certainly not.
Me- then why let them do it?
God-Remember the free will thing we just talked about? You have the means to control situations like that and motivate a different behavior. I don't get involved.
Me- Sure, the courts were tried, but the Judges went the other way. Why did you let those twits come into office?
God-Me? I don't even vote. Besides, they are appointed by your president. Why is it that I always get the bad press when things down there go to shit, or when people have to talk to me immediately, usually from a foxhole, telling me if I get them out of that bad situation they will change their ways. You know what? Fuck you! That's what. But let something good happen and all of you become the mutual admiration society. Slaps on the back, high fives, fist bumps, and all that; and here I am froggin my dong, so to speak.
Me-So what do we do. Is there hope?
God-Nah. Not much. You remember the old saying that in a hundred years no one will give a shit? Well, the WBC will be gone. There will be a black man in the white house, oops disregard, there will be a woman in the white house, the Anglo population will be a minority, every country down there will be broke, there will be no health care for anybody, and the wars and fighting and dying, well, I've been watching that go on since year one. Modern man just does it more efficiently. They don't have to do the heavy sword swinging thingy. Just pull a trigger, or push a button. How cool is that? You are an interesting study. I know I'm supposed to know how this turns out, but just when I think I have it figured, some asswipe throws a wrench in the works. I gotta go. Isn't it time for your eye drops?
Me-Yes ma'am! It is. By the way, I've seen pictures, drawings, statues renderings, etc, what DO you really look like?
God-I look a lot like Gretchen.
Got to go.
eddie