Pizza and Mutilation

I took my son to the local pizzeria. The nature channel warned viewers that the human encounters with animals was violent and disturbing. Thanks for the warning. I didn't' wait around to see if the crocodile ripped the mans arm off or just spun it in knots in the manner of cartoons.

What percentage of the population will sit with their family and watch human mutilation with their pizza? This is not a rhetorical question.

Quiet! Meditation in Progress

The meditation center has been remodeled. The interior is very middle class now. The floor has been glued and screwed so it doesn't squeak -- a real karma multiplier! Now that the hall is optimum, a new and noisier practitioner has been appearing; those who wander around with tea, go to the bathroom often, arrive wearing cologne, hunt for their singing cellphones, read fliers on the tables or bang pots in the kitchen. The net gain in silence is actually a loss.

Moral -- Rent space in liberal Protestant churches.

Sam Trans

Standing in front of a glass-enclosed bus shelter, I noticed that I looked fat. I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat either. I'm now putting Sam Tran on notice that I will begin a petition drive to install flattering glass panels on the walls where bus patrons are most likely to stand and notice their reflection. The self-image of the poorer citizens in our county should be given some consideration.

Look for the petition soon in your neighborhood.

Toilet Privileges and Miscegenation

Recently a Southern Justice of the Peace (JP) refused to issue marriage licenses to mixed-race couples because he believed that their children would suffer. The children would not be accepted by the families of the parents. He claimed he was not a racist and even let Blacks use his bathroom.

Let's quickly pass over everything difficult in race relations and get right to the use of one's bathroom by the "Other," any other, even one's own mother.
Now, does this JP stand on his front porch and invite strangers to use his bathroom? Is it common knowledge that if your plumbing is clogged you can go over to the JP's house and do your business? Does so and so's third cousin, just home from jail or a treatment center, run in with the runs? Sure, use the toilet, I'll make you a cup of coffee.

The toilet topic opens up like a sewer in a shanty town, but I won't persue it. Just think Airport Restroom for a while.

The New York Yankees and National Socialism

I'm forced to think of the Yankees and their fat-cat luxury fan base now that the World Series is here. (Should the other NY teams be thrown in as well?) We all know that the Yankees buy their teams and championships. What is disturbing (disgusting) is the wall-street psychopaths who sit in corporate boxes with ball caps on their heads and new gloves on their hands or their children's hands. These psychopaths have gone to the game for a night out, a few moments away from stealing money from ordinary Americans. Maybe they remember their childhoods and favorite players; childhoods when they were just kids and not rapacious scumbags ruining the retirements of those who have worked hard and played by the rules. (Doesn't that canard make you want to puke your ball park frank during the seventh inning stretch.)

The inane Yankee announcers are speaking for and to the psychopaths with their goofball home run calls. Americana, a hot dog, a home run and a huge bonus for running a failing company.

You Bet Your Life

Groucho's sponsors were Geritol to give you energy for your day and Sominex to put you to sleep at night. This was less than a generation after the war and in the middle of the fears of atomic annihilation. If you worked up a nervous sweat during the day (or sleeping) there was Lifeboy for a shower. The advertising and consumer needs were very simple.

Sarah Palin

Say what you want about Sarah Palin, she does look like she is modeling glasses for Foster Grant.