Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Category: Commentary

It is why my life is so funny.

I love everything about America.
I don’t believe that every veteran is a hero. I believe that some are.
I don’t believe black people are all good. But I know there are enough good ones to solve their problems.
I know that wearing pink at football games does not make me more aware of breast cancer. My mind rarely wanders far from breasts.
I don’t believe children, academics or pretty girls on TV should try to tell me how I can avoid insulting them.
People should understand that I want to offend them. It is the only way I have to find out if they are idiots.
That is how I pick my friends.
It is why my life is so funny.

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There Is no you and me

A lie is as satisfying as the truth to a believer. I rid myself of fellowship when it comes to anything I believe. I can’t use you to decide. What you think, is dangerous to me. No matter the subject. I barely want you to follow along as I write or speak because  you will remove my skin if you disagree. You will want to form a league that is you and me. There is no you and me.

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Country Music # 2

I was standing at the mixing board with the manager of a blind country singer named Ronnie Milsap. It the first of two shows to test a format for the sponsor, Phillip Morris. All of their executives were there. It was a twenty thousand seater in Houston. The artists on the show were Ricky Skaggs, Merle Haggard, Ronnie Milsap, Barbara Mandell, and Alabama.
It went well, and I naively wanted all the acts to come back on the stage to close the show with a song or at least a bow, to impress the client.
It was my first show in country music.
I whispered to Milsap’s manager, a lizard of a man if he felt he could arrange them all coming out. He said no to me in the way that meant at a price. I handed him a thousand dollars in hundreds. Off he slithered. True to his greed they all came out and sang together at the end of the show. It was what I needed. These shows became an important series that night.
After the show, I asked my partner Fred Caruso to personally hand each of the artists a thousand in cash with my thanks. Letting them know that Milsap had taken the money.
I learned later that at country shows the audience expected everyone to come back on stage for a finale. It could never have not happened.
Beyond even that, these performers would sit on the side of the stage as the show was breaking down around them to sign autographs and to talk to their fans every night.
Hanging around backstage afterwards and feeling pleased with myself. Each of the artists came to me, one by one, and handed me the money back. Everyone but Ronnie Milsap. I forgave him this as I doubt he ever heard about the money at all’

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Too Much of a Good Thing

The happiness we all long for begins with one fewer child at a time.

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Never theirs

Kids are more routinely medicated now in their twenties than we were recreationally in the sixties and seventies. Drugs companies have a prescription for every psychosocial blemish that gets in the way of perfection. The “cures” for acne are now more power and dangerous than casual heroin. The preventions for skin cancer from the sun are slathered on with paint coats so thick children can barely move at the beach. God help the family that is encouraged to medicate their kindergartener because they are too active or fall behind in their learning of the alphabet.
Some kids are smarter than others, some are more active than others, and Lord help us some are even fatter than others. We are a vain and a profoundly competitive culture. We have concocted a generation that believes they are perfect or conversely if they are obviously not so it is somebody else’s fault, never theirs.

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And They Can Not

These beasts who share the world with us.
Why do they sing when they can not compose?
How can they love
without ever venturing to cherish?
How can they speak but never care
to say things new?
Why is it that we wish?
And they can not.

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Oh No, Rain!

Somehow the fear of weather patterns connects us comfortably with the early primates from which we came.th

All That There Is

This has always been my favorite story.

The Buddha was walking down the road giving out little cakes to the children who followed him. A disciple asks him, ” Master, what is the realization of your existence? The Buddha puts down his bag and sits still for a very long time. Finally, another disciple comes to him and asks, “Master, what is the actualization of your existence?  The Buddha  gets up and continues to give out cakes.

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Lets Film It All

It might be time to start filming every classroom and allowing parents to watch the tapes of their children’s average day. We could then reveal what is disturbing to the media.
Unionized public school teachers are public servants just like the police. Incompetent educators are equally indictable in my eyes. Police sometimes do terrible things, but they rarely rise to the destructive levels of schools that destroy whole classrooms at a time.

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Thanks Big Science

Global warming is a lucky break for us all.  I have revolted myself all my life with the foreboding of a swift incineration from an unintended thermonuclear exchange. I feel like some guy on death row handed a two or three-millennium stay of execution. I’ll tell you; my step is much lighter every morning with this news. Thanks, Big Science.

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