Just Like In The Good Old Days

I would not want to step on a toe in the state of Texas or offend anyone with a blunt remark about a close relative, since that person may be packing heat unseen, however, after 1 January 2016 that heat can be clearly in view. In any other state in the union an offended person would have to go home and return with a weapon, I would hope that a cooling off period would come into play once home they would stay there. But in Texas there may be no time to cool off, just pull out a concealed or visible weapon and fire away. Texas, since the Civil War have allowed its residents to openly carry around rifles and shotguns, nothing to pull out here. Some restaurant and grocery establishments may ask that weapons be checked at the door like in an old western movie. So any terrorist planning to do some harm in Texas will have to do so the traditional way in an old fashion shot out, but without the corral…

 

Who Me?

This is an international story, involves a facility just outside of or just across from every newsroom, the make-up room, that can be reported on for pennies, used every day by all who appear on air. In recent visible trends seems to be bordering on abusive treatment toward one gender more so then not the other. Both genders come under its influence before every broadcast, items applied to the face of the females are not even considered for the males. The male broadcaster can be in and out of the make-up chair, depending on age in less than half an hour, while the female can spend up to an hour or more, again depending on age. For the female, the days and time of preparatory labor such as hair dyeing and other facial treatments are not considered for this post. It has to be noted that the broadcast industry is run by males, who have a point of view of how females should appear both at home and in the work place. A female appearing with a thinning hair line or a bald spot, unheard of, as some females hide an everyday occurrence of everyone with hair, the male not so much. And where are the gray haired female anchors, in some sort of protection program. On any slow news day any news organization worth its salt would gladly report in detail just what goes on prior to every broadcast, well maybe not, making sausage is never a pretty sight. Everyone say they are for equality in the work place but fail to truly practice it until publicly exposed with the defense of cultural traditions, like children should be seen not heard, and women belong only in the kitchen. The day that a male anchor appears on camera in false eyelashes, rosy cheeks and greasy red lips, then my work is done.

Just Out Of Reach

Should the personal property of a refugee be seized in payment for their upkeep? I hope not. It would be a sad sight to behold authorities searching asylum seekers person for valuables to be used as the price of entry. I would want whatever small assets a refugee is able to carry into exile will surely be needed in due course to help establish a beachhead in the newly entered country, to seize such property before hand is to leave the refugee without any operating options from the very beginning of what is hopped will be a short stay and if longer an enabling one. This story is currently in the news because Denmark is considering just such a practice as a means of discouragement of future asylum seekers, ‘don’t come to Denmark’, and I may add you will be robbed upon entry. The Danish ministry is moving to justify the increased cost of maintaining refugee families in schools and government sponsored healthcare programs. Few could blame the ministry, it’s just that such a venture leaves a sour taste in the mouths of observers of a time when Nazi’s confiscated property and pulled the gold fillings from the interned and murdered as payment for their deliverance from life. Nordic countries have always been considered one of the most compassionate and genuine in its humanitarianism toward refugees, however, with the current rage of overwhelming numbers even they may be finding their limit, let us hope the rest of the world has not yet reached such a plateau…

 

When?

When I was in high school I had the inkling of a lifelong love affair with facial hair beginning with a not ready for prime time mustache, applied for a position selling magazines, was told in order to be hired, the mustache would have to go, I refused, was not hired. The package of every container of dog food has a picture of red meat that looks fit for human consumption that only a human can appreciate, but is expected to be fed to a canid who will never understand it’s significand’s. Hollywood has always had a deep love affair with hair, the female lead upon waking up in the morning, not one hair out of place even during or after a long loud yawn. A few scenes later in a different locale, a steaming hot jungle, traveling for days carrying a backpack, again, not a single hair out of place. What is one to think of the people exhibiting such images as if they are the true nature of existence and we the observer not capable of knowing when we are being had and hell don’t mind being had. The multitudinous of people on television with blond hair is an unnatural and problematically impossibility but is ignored because we dare not discuss the falsehood of others as it may someday turn and bite us in the butt and have no defense…

All the above boils down to this, are we more likely to vote for a candidate for President with blond hair or not, more likely to accept news read to us by a blond or say a brown haired person, old men with no hair, women with gray hair…are we living in a media fabrication and loving it, not able to live in the real world with how real people look does everyone have to appear in some sort of disguise…When was the last time you even saw an old gray haired woman married to an old gray haired man, it’s been years. Take someone home, in order for them to feel comfortable they start taking off an arm, an ear and a foot, now they feel much better or so they say…

Would you like more dog food? Yes, please…

 

Too Hot…Not Yet

It seems it is always possible to engage in any meaningful conversation with a climate denier, on climate change or global warming, in the winter time, when they would like to point to the colder than normal temperatures, say one or two degrees below zero, better let them come to the Northeast of the northern United States this December 2015. And if by chance those above normal temperatures are not convincing enough better have them view weather reports of inclement weather throughout the world, wild fires, drought, the intensity of tropical storms, there isn’t a snow ball of a chance of an impressive argument that they can put forward in defense of denying global change. Oh they will say, the worlds temperatures have always been changing for thousands of years, I will answer, and this is my personal opinion, not with me on it, so this is new. Know this too, every time you view an automobile or motorized transport climate change is baked into it, it’s for us today’s ‘the living’, to minimize our foot print on the environment in every activity throughout our active day, if not for us but for those as yet unborn who may curse us for doing nothing when so much was known and is being learned everyday about the subject…

The Smallest, Simplest Item

Having just sent out a little under a hundred dollars in holiday toys to my two granddaughters, I did not consider myself lucky until my neighbor confessed of the five hundred plus dollars he spent on his. Which provided the germ of thoughts of Christmas past, being fortunate enough to have a little local mom and pop toy store within walking distance of a ten-year-old. How it was possible to purchase for less than a quarter a box of colored chalk sticks and do wonders with them, our neighborhood streets were covered with a top layer of hard black tar so that anything drawn on it with chalk would stand out and last until the next rain. I am amazed even to this day the number of games drawn on a Bronx street can travel with various names and mode of play make its way through out a city. A new kid would move on to the black pointing out that it is not how they played it in Brooklyn, instantly the game was changed and improved. I now realize how inventive the children were in my era who were able to take the smallest, simplest everyday item and make it a toy of invention. I guess it was because after school to get us out of the house our parents would chase us out with the orders, ‘Now go out and play’ and so we did. My neighbor who works in an after school program one day told the kids of ten to thirteen year olds to go out into the enclosed yard and play, after a while looked out the window at them just standing around seemly not knowing what to do on their own without supervision or instructions, a germ nucleus this time not able to spread and prosper…

 

This is A Special Night

What is America to me? America to me is a Frank Capra film, Americana, it’s not that this type of film could not have been made by a native born American, it’s that they were not. Frank Capra born in Italy, raised in Los Angeles, his rages to riches story has led many to consider him ‘the American dream personified’, because of his insight, visibility, if you will, into the American nonphysical force influences that are only available to someone who came from somewhere else, not born into but developed into. And yes your research will show that he was a Republican, and know that they don’t make them like him anymore. The inner pain of the emigrant can be seen in one of his films, when a social climbing, immigrant denier, embarrassed by the appearance of his parents, introduces them to his WASP like friends as his servants. Immigrant vs. Americanism… Americanism dares to stand on its high horse even-though, emigrant to immigrant to American is the road all before have traveled, some plainly self-denyingly as they move about in their newly discovered country that as not welcomed him as a brother so why should he treat new comers as he was not, thinking it’s the American way, which it is not. This is the insight that only an immigrant knows firsthand and can teach and display to native born the true American way.

‘The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads’…emigrant to immigrant to American…and all is well in the world tonight…