Next week is Thanksgiving. It is a time when we should pause to take stock of all that is good in our lives and be thankful. I know I am thankful for all the good things in my life including friends and family, blood or choosen. However, this year's presidential election it is not without a certain level of angst.
Dysfunction - The mass reaction has lead to many people not being able to effectively do their jobs or live their lives. The outcome of this election will affect our lives. However, it will be a long time before there is any real change if any at all. Most of us are still doing the same shit everyday that we did before the election, and likely before the presidential race started. From the Game of Thrones: "The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." Really, does anything else matter to use little people.
Discord - There have been all out feuds in families. Friends have stopped talking to friends. One woman even packed her eight year old's things in a suitcase and kicked the kid out over a mock election at school. It has been a bit like the civil war without cannons, muskets or bayonets. And please don't get any ideas. But just to be sure, be extra selective about who wields the carving knife this year.
Polar - That is polar as in opposite of character or the North and South Poles. People have been shrilly shouting at the opposition and no one seemly hears or cares what the other side has to say. One side pushing and shoving the other further and further away to the point that they may as well live at opposite ends of the world.
Politics - No matter who you voted for, the election itself was like the climax from some cheap B horror flick featuring gruesome, snarling monsters snapping at each other. Honestly, it may as well be a cheap movie. Most politicians are so disingenuous that they might be eligible for an Academy Award if it were the political stage were a movie set.
We need to reclaim our sanity, or what passed as sanity previously. We need to work together. Name calling and crying accomplishes nothing. Ask yourselves, is it worth alienating those close to you based on the results of one election?
1) noun: A person who is not terribly bright and as a result of their stupidity destroys something that is valuable and/or historically significant.
2) verb: To do something stupid that destroys something that is valuable and/or historically significant.
Origin- Mary Lambright drove a big rig onto a small, historical bridge and the bridge collapsed. From the police report:
On December 25, 2015, on or about 1200 hours, Mary Lambright, 23 year old female from Fredericksburg, Indiana was driving a 2015 Volvo Semi Truck with a 53 foot box trailer containing 43,000 pounds of bottled water. Ms. Lambright stated her intentions were to park her semi in the parking lot of the Paoli Wal-Mart. Lambright entered the square from East Main Street and missed the exit heading to Wal-Mart and exited onto West Main Street. Ms. Lambright then turned left onto Southwest 1st Street in an attempt to turn around. She travel down Southwest 1st and turned left onto South Gospel Street. She made several attempts to turn left on to South Oak Street but was unsuccessful. Ms. Lambright was aware of a parking lot further north on South Gospel Street and determined she could turn the truck around in the lot to get back to Southwest 1st Street. When she approached the parking lot she discovered it was full of heavy equipment and could not use it to turn around.
Ms. Lambright was aware of the iron bridge stating she had driven on it several times in her personal vehicle and was also aware of the posted signage "no semis, weight limit of 6 tons". When asked by Paoli Police why she continued through the bridge knowing the weight limit was only 6 tons she admitted to not knowing how many pounds that was. She was advised the weight of the vehicle at the time of the crash was close to 30 tons. Ms. Lambright stated she wasn't comfortable backing the semi up and made the decision to try to go through the bridge. When the semi entered the bridge the trailer immediately began ripping open due to the trailer was taller than the top of the bridge. As the vehicle continued the weight of the vehicle caused the bridge to collapse.
I really want to know HOW she passed the written part of her CDL exam. A driver should know that a ton equals 2000 pounds and be able to the rough math in his or her head, know that 30 is greater than 6, and make a decision about whether the truck will fit while driving. Also, he or she should know that the picture of a truck with a red circle around it and red line through it (like the one here) means "do not drive that fucking thing here" should be mandatory. Not being able to do these thing should result in immediate failure of the test. But maybe my standards are a bit too high.
As I stated, I think "Lambright" should be added to the urban dictionary. This is an act so epicly stupid it deserves to be memorialized and she didn't die so a Darwin Award is out. Think we can send her some birth control instead? In addition to a lifetime supply of birth control, can we throw in a Prius or Smart Car or something equally less threatening so that future stupidity would be less likely to not kill someone else. Please?
City Fox is a concert promoter. They are credited with state of the art raves. And on Halloween it was the place to be in NYC. Tickets were hot.
However not everything went as planned. While the line looped around the block, the FDNY shut them down. There were more tix sold than the fire permit allowed. The old factory was a disaster waiting to happen: No sprinkler system, lack of exits. People were screwed if something went wrong.
To make it better the old factory is a hazardous waste site. It formerly was NuHart Chemical, a plastic factory. The part they advertised to public for the party isn't the hazardous waste site. However, the address given for their permits was the address for the hazardous waste site. And the promoter reportedly didn't care where they spread out, reportedly leaving mere curtains between party-goers and 55-gallon drums. Or maybe the promoter just thought that a couple of drums would add a ghoulish backdrop.
The promoters' people were informed about the building. They were given a tour and had stuff explained. They knew what they should and should not do. Cityfox is not run by stupid people. But like a fox, they are sly. Cityfox is offering refunds to those that bought tix. However, I imagine those who bought scalped tix at the last minute are going to be left holding nothing but their asses.
And there is another ugly side to this. The building is in a mixed neighborhood, with a senior citizens home right across the street. Imagine grandma with her windows rattling at 1 am. Or parents trying to get their little ones to sleep while the floors vibrate from the sub-woofers. There are some angry neighbors that might like to make a certain fox's pelt a collar right now.
What were the people that were handing out permits like Halloween candy thinking? Maybe the folks in offices remote from the locale had no idea what was there, but if they asked anyone in the neighborhood, and I mean anyone, they would have gotten an earful. And as for Cityfox, all in all, their Halloween "treat" looked more like a "trick" to Greenpoint residents and party goers alike. I hope they slink back into their fox hole, lick their wounds and only come back out when they are ready to truly investigate a prospective site rather than take the word of some shyster with a building to rent.
My Significant Other likes to goof on people. One of his favorites is asking a cashier if he/she takes IOUs. If the cashier is below the age of 25, he/she typically gives a wide-eyed stare that clearly says "I have no idea what this old geezer is talking about but I really don't want to admit it". The best response from someone old enough to get it was "Yeah, its called VISA".
What I don't get is the generation of txters and urban speakers who frequently use "u" instead of "you" and "r" instead of "are" don't get a simple "IOU". Newsflash kiddies, you didn't invent short-speak. Us old farts have our own.
Tonight was no different than dozens of other interactions between my SO and a teenager, except she said "nope" without skipping a beat. Her coworker had the wit to want to understand what she did not and asked what it meant. We replied, "IOU" translates to "I owe you". The first cashier then admitted she really didn't know what it meant and that was why she said no. At two young people knows what IOU stands for will not look wide-eyed and speechless if some corny old fart comes up to their register and uses the IOU line. I guess we did our public service for the night.
Celebrities, especially selfie generation celebrities, really need to get a grip. One of those is Demi Lovato, who took exception to a comment that Pink made about the VMA awards show. Pink commented that she was "sad" about the VMAs and called the music "trash" and basically uninspiring. Pink did not specifically name Demi Lovato or any of her songs, who must have been so inspiring herself that Pink later commented that she forgot that Demi Lovato performed. Pink has basically told the public, including Demi Lovato, that if they want a feud to look elsewhere. And no apologies, either, like it should be.
Personal attacks aside, even celebrities are entitled to their own opinions. The rest of us can take them to heart or cast them aside as we see fit. I respect Pink. And personally I agree with her. The music industry is a big joke. Lets get real, Miley Cyrus was the host of the VMAs? They couldn't find someone more relevant than a former Disney Brat who's claim to fame is sticking out her tongue and walking around as naked as she can get away with? That in itself is a joke. That was personal. See the difference? However, Miley Cyrus could choose to quit acting like evil spawn of Bozo the Clown and a porn star. But that might require relying her talent (which I honestly believe she has).
Since Pink didn't attack any one person perhaps a single person should not have been so sensitive unless, as my Mother would put it, that person feels guilty. While Demi Lovato's music is not all that bad as pop music goes, it is still pop, as in what bubble gum does when you blow too big a bubble. Her songs are something I have been know to bop to in the car to pass the time.
Demi is a former Disney Brat herself, so maybe that is the problem. I blame it on Mickey Mouse! Yeah that's it. To many of today's "artists" are former Disney Brats. Technically talented? Sure. Inspired? About as much as a pair of mouse ears. The execs at Disney probably "helicopter parented" the talent they had a children so much as adults they are like a bowl of jello dumped on the counter - retains some of it shape but no all of it.
So Demi needs just take a chill pill. Pink is right, most of the music industry in general is a bit less that thought provoking. And if Demi Lovato resembles that remark and she knows it only she can take control of her career. Quit whining or do something about it.
Kirin Ghandhi decided she would "free bleed" while running the London Marathon recently. (link) While women should not feel ashamed when they get their period and perhaps have some leakage, I still think leakage should not be the plan. First it's messy and it is nearly impossible to ever restore the clothing stained by the leakage to anything near its original state.
All in all, one of the comments on the article summed it up so well, I will let him/her say it all:
Periods are natural yes.... But bleeding all over areas where other people could get blood on them is just unnecessarily disgusting. Free bleed in your own damn home where nobody else can be potentially contaminated. It's called hygiene. Medically speaking this is asking for the spread of disease. I don't want to know if someone had their blood all over the park bench or restaurant seats. Would you want someone to cut them themselves open and bleed all over town?? Get a grip people. This feminist shit is going too damn far. Every woman I have mentioned this too... Microbiology teacher, medical personnel, naturopathic doctor, even total health and el-natural peeps all feel the same way. This is absolutely ridiculous. So you don't want to wear a damn tampon. Fine!!! But put a freaking pad on or a damn washcloth between those legs!!!! Otherwise you are no different than someone freely sharing needles or contaminating you in the hospital with someone else's blood. Pull your ignorant heads out of your asses!!!! Look up the word DISEASE! BLOOD BOURNE DISEASE!!! I will seriously slap the shit out of the first dumb bitch that does this and my 3 1/2 year old gets her nasty blood on him in a public place.
Yup, I can't say it any better. It's gross. It's unhygienic. And I don't want someone else's blood on me. What is next, free pissing? Hell, that is something we all can do!
To all rabid feminists:
Free-bleeding doesn't make you a feminist. It doesn't make you free of an oppressive misogynistic patriarchal society, it makes you a nut case. If you must, go home to "free bleed". Take a nice long bath.
Grow your armpit hair and braid it for all I care (I hear some Hollywood stars are doing this); "burn your bra" (even if that isn't very original, the older sisters of my generation did that already) or sit in the middle of a busy mall and breastfeed your kid with your tit hanging out with all the world to see (hell, you got two, offer the other to some passing kid and they can become breast siblings). These things really don't effect me. But if your blood gets on me, I will have a problem and there might be blood coming out of another one of your orifices.
P.S. Yes, women not having access to feminine hygiene products may be a worthwhile issue to which to bring awareness. However grossing everyone out by bleeding all over the place is not the best way to address it. Sorry, this just screams attention whore more than activist.
I'm really getting sick of celebrities and the LGBT community falling over themselves, gushing over how "brave" and "courageous" Caitlyn is. Sorry, I don't think she's "brave" or "courageous". I do applaud her for following her heart and finding herself. Too many people try to live their lives to make others happy while making themselves miserable. Telling society to stuff their norms isn't all that brave if their norms make you miserable.
Let's face it. The old Bruce Jenner had the resources to not only make himself a herself, but a beautiful woman. Not every transgender person (drag queens aside, they work really hard at it) can manage to look so hot. I've seen some transitions that make Julia Child lot like a hottie. Face it, Julia could cook, but beauty was not her strong suit. Caitlyn could afford the surgeries to pull it off splendidly.
Also, Caitlyn does not mix in a social circle prone ridicule LGBT folks. And if she felt threatened, she has the resources to hire a strong arm to lean on. In other words, she doesn't have to rub elbows with us dirty masses.
Money may not buy happiness, but it certainly can hire surgeons and body guards.
You know who is brave?
A 16 year old boy questioning whether he was put in the wrong body. He goes to school everyday wondering if he's going to be stuffed in a locker, get the shit kicked out of him, wind up wearing some jock's lunch, all three or worse. He muddles through and hopes to grow up just like Caitlyn, but he has a lot of money to raise before that can happen.
Brave is facing danger and ridicule without a safety net. Knowing what is right and facing wrong everyday. Caitlyn pointed out that it isn't fair at the ESPY awards. "If you want to call me names, make jokes, doubt my intentions, go ahead, because the reality is, I can take it," she said. "But for the thousands of kids out there, coming to terms with being true to who they are, they shouldn't have to take it."
Stay brave kids, no matter what battle you are fighting. It will get better.
I would like to nominate Tommie Woodward and Devon Staples.
Texas, July 3rd, Tommie Woodward willingly jumped into posted alligator infested waters. He took his chances with a 12 foot alligator and lost, realizing at the last second his fatal mistake.
Maine, July 4th, Devon Staples, got drunk and launched fireworks from the top of his head. When the mortar exploded it killed him instantly.
I'm not sure which one was more stupid. Tommie realized his stupidity before the 'gator dragged him down for the last time. Devon was drunk and died before he could realize how dumb he was. Either way, it is a tough call who might be more deserving of a Darwin Award.
Victoria Siegel was rich and beautiful. But that didn't stop her from dying. Victoria's family blame Victoria's boyfriend's ex because she sent "horrible" texts to Victoria that hurt her in her fragile state. "It was the same as if the girl had shot her in the head," David Siegel told a local station. "If there is any way to prosecute, we definitely will prosecute." They think she over self medicated to dull the pain from those texts.
Yes, yes, bullying is bad. I'm sure the ex is a bitch. BUT, my momma told me "sticks and stones may break your bones, but names will never harm you." Cyber bullying is cruel, but it is manageable by TURNING OFF THE F-ING PHONE OR COMPUTER. If someone slams a hammer on your thumb do you stick around for more? Only a complete moron sticks around.
Also, where was Victoria's family? They were nearly across the country. What parent leaves their "emotionally vulnerable" young adult child home alone? Geez, she just got out of rehab.
There is plenty of blame to pass around from a nasty bitchy ex to parents with the means to have someone with their daughter when she was fragile but choose not to to the boyfriend who left HIS cellphone around for nasty bitch to send texts to. And lets not forget the delicate flower herself. It may be tragic, but she slide right into an old habit when the going got tough and this time is cost her her life.
Remember, texts are not stick or stones they won't break your bones. Nor are they bullets to the head.
Josh Duggar is a perverted child molester and Jim Bob and Michelle are evil for not sending their kid off to a chain gang as punishment.
Ma and Pa Duggar and little sisters have spoken publicly. A conservative blogger has criticized liberal media for their level of demonizing while turning a blind eye to Lena Duh-nham who picked pebbles from her little sister's twat. Please, everyone put down the pitchforks, tar and feathers.
I am no fan of the Duggar clan. Nor do I have much sympathy for the very public debate. The parents Duggar decided to participate in a modern day sideshow. They decided to make their otherwise private lives public. They decided for themselves and their children. Now everyone has an opinion about something the Duggars really wished had stayed private. Josh may be wishing his parents weren't publicity whores. Sorry, hang the underwear on the clothes line along a busy highway long enough and everyone will eventually know if someone shit their pant and left a stain.
Honestly Josh didn't do anything different than what many other children have done. He was 14 to 15, and that is still a child when you are sheltered and never allowed to grow up like other children. He claims there was no penetration and his sisters aren't sure exactly what happened because whatever he did do was not disruptive enough to wake them. Oh, and they were only a 2 and 3 years younger than him. Naughty? Yes. Perverted? Maybe, if it aroused him, and honestly I don't really want to think about a young teen-aged Josh with a woody. Damn, too late. Bleh.
Rigid religious dogma breeds this kind of behavior. No lookie, no touchie, no thinkie or you will go to Hell. Stuff those feelings and curiosity long enough and something somewhere is going to blow, no pun intended. Really.
At least Josh felt shame about what he did and the Duggars did get him help as they interpreted it. And the sisters, Jana and Jill, do not seem traumatized. Isn't their well being paramount? They seem about as well as strict Baptists can be.
Oh and as far as TLC is concerned, they were only covering their asses. Ethics had nothing to do with TLC's decision. They didn't want to be sued by former sideshow star Mama June for kicking her little princess Honey Boo Boo off the air. Mama June was canoodling a real child molester. Mama's sweetie was a grown man who doodled an 8 year old, not a teenager doodling a close in age sibling and friend. See the difference.
I traveled on Amtrak this past week. Although this is right on the heels of the tragic derailment, the train ride itself was pleasant. A few select fellow passengers, not so much.
AM - Petulant Princess
I grabbed a seat in the back row of the car I was in. I made myself comfy and proceeded to peruse my tablet. I was vaguely aware of the woman in the seat in front of me and that she appeared positioned to take a nap. A bit later I felt the urge to visit the rest room. I placed my drink in the magazine holder in the back of the seat in front of me and took off my jacket.
While I was placing my jacket behind me, the woman in front of me sat up and gave me the stink eye. She briefly glared at me like I had poked her in the back of the head. When I returned to my seat after going to the rest room, I pulled my drink out of the magazine pocket. Grouchy Princess stirred and gave a loud irritated sigh. She gave a couple more agitated grunts when we hit a few bumps and I could see through the crack the cocked her head as if to look back toward me, as if she thought I was the cause for the bumpy ride. However, she never made eye contact again.
Anyone that travels on any type of mass transit knows that other people are going to bump your seat, make some noise and perhaps even touch you. It going to happen and we all expect it, we just hope it is a minimum. It seems that Petulant Princess has zero tolerance. Pardon us "little people" for sharing her air. Perhaps her Lear Jet was in the shop?
PM - Miriam Magpie
I boarded the train, took my seat and then became aware of a woman three rows in front of me speaking loudly. She was speaking at a volume that I would have had to concentrate to NOT hear her side of the conversation. She was asserting that she was not going to pay $10 more per month for her cable at her vacation home because she only wanted to catch the game when it was on. If the person on the phone, I and the whole train car didn't catch that the first time, she repeated it at least two more times.
She proceeded to make phone call after phone call on the entire two and a half hour ride, where I disembarked. She may have continued after, make that likely to have continued after I left. I and the whole train car were treated to her telling a few friends she was heading to the vacation house, arguing with a financial institution over how her bankruptcy payments were being handled and telling her son how much effort she went through to get him airplane tickets. Oh, and she had already planned her son's entire vacation, too, even though he told her not to. Also, she started every personal conversation with "You know, blah, blah, blah." Yeah, no kidding.
She chased away at least two passengers. One gentleman gave me a slight grin and rolled his eyes before relocating and another looked at me and just shook his head.
I wonder if Miriam Magpie realized that the whole car knew way more about her life then we really wanted to. I also wonder what type of cell plan she has that she can yammer on for close to 200 minutes in a single day, I can only imagine what her monthly usage must be like. I also must be doing something wrong, I've never declared bankruptcy and I don't have a vacation house.
The joys of traveling mass transit, sprinkled with the occasional oddball. I guess if I hadn't been in relatively close proximity to these two, it would have just been another boring trip. Maybe I should be thankful for oddballs.
I recieved the following message through the World of Suck internal messaging:
Fuck you for getting my story wrong. The chief pilots, HR and the union ignored their Zero Tolerance policy on sexual harassment and retaliated against me, setting me up to be fired. It was a year of Hell. That's when I called my doctor for help. So go Fuck yourself, bitch.
That was it. No reference to the exact story. No name, just an e-mail (which I will not publish). Based upon the text it had to be from more than a year ago, and frankly without a bit of hint dropping I might not remember what I had for breakfast, so I could not recall off the top of my head what it could be. And I'm not telepathic, so I can't fill in the blanks that way.
However, I obviously hit someone's nerve and I was unsure who's, so I did a bit of digging. I'm still not 100% sure, but this previous post makes sense in the context.
If I am correct that the message was from Ms. Stout, feel free to leave a comment on my post correcting what is incorrect. I can only rely on the information I can find and if I get more, I am always willing to consider it with all the other information available to me. I am open to hearing your side of the story and yelling it from the highest WoS virtual mountain top.
However, if I still think you were over reacting, I may be less than enthused about singing your praises and I may not give any mea culpas. If the "harassment" was merely pornographic pictures, I know that personally I would throw out the pictures and ignore the sophomoric louts. There are quite a few men that think that showing beaver pics to chicks and spewing mashed potatoes out their mouths (ala Animal House) is amusing. I think they are complete idiots unworthy of acknowledgement.
However, if they touched me the SoBs might be singing soprano.
So please, tell us YOUR side of the story if you care, too. Otherwise, you can got fuck yourself.
Every year for the past several years Prudential (via Computershare) requests a proxy vote from my mother (and every other voting shareholder), and while doing so, "offer shareholders the choice of an eco-friendly tote bag or having a tree planted." Every year for the past eight years or so, my mother has requested the bag. She has never received one. Never.
My mother is sure that this year will be no different.
Where could those bags be? My mother has asked that in the past. Prudential says its Computershare's fault and via versa. This one points a finger at that one. Did they run out and are too embarrassed to admit it? Or did someone from the post office every year nab it? Are the people at Prudential/Computershare liars and they never intended to do anything? If so, why bother. Also, did they claim a deduction for the bag/tree on their taxes? Should we trust a company that might be dishonest?
Another possibility is that they decided to plant trees. If so, at least tell us where the damn trees are so maybe we could go have a picnic. If they planted trees instead, the one planted eight years ago might have a little shade now.
Oh, and this year they are offering a $5 Starbucks coupon go completely digital. I wonder who would get my Mothers java.
Place: San Franciso
Time: Beautiful sunny day
Who: man in a minivan and a man on a bicycle
Man on bicycle is traveling in a bicycle lane. Man driving minivan comes along side, quickly turns on signal and crosses in front of the bicycle off to get into a parking spot. Man on bicycle smacks the back of the van. Man in van jumps out and has a meltdown. See it on youtube here.
The opinions on the interwez are all over the place. To me, the guy in the van was a douche. He cut the bike off. And I'm from "car is king" New York.
Its a bike lane. A lane is a lane. If you want in that lane you put on your signal and WAIT for traffic in that lane to let you in. Your fucking blinker doesn't give you a right to the lane, its a request. Sure, sometimes its a request followed by a nudge if there is enough room, but it is still a request.
If it was a car lane, the asshole in the minivan may have been exchanging insurance cards or calling a cop to file a report. If a bicyclist gets hit, he/she may wind up in the hospital or worse.
Better yet, image this video with the minivan as the bike and tractor trailer as the minivan. I wonder how minivan jerk-off would react if he were in the right lane and a tractor trailer to the left of him threw on its signal and promptly changed lanes and stopped. Think his minivan may have become a convertible if his reflexes weren't quite as good as the bicyclist's? I think there is a distinct possibility.
Over the years the Mormons, also know as the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, has drop kicked a few folks for publicly expressing views not in "harmony with the teachings of the church". The latest person liberated...er..excommunicated is John Dehlin, who runs a website call mormomstories.com.
The church through its spin doctors has most major news outlets reporting that Dehlin was excommunicated "because he made categorical statements opposing the faith that were disseminated on his website", according to the AP. However, Dehlin posted excerpts from his excommunication hearing on his website and his support of women being ordained and same sex marriage was mentioned.
I am not surprised by this news. The Mormon church does not like dissension among the morg (short for mormon/borg). Everyone must smile. Men must keep their hair short and their faces clean shaven. Women must know how to make green jello molds (every mormon pot luck must have a least a half dozen, I'd know I've tried a few).
John Delhin was not a good little morg. If he were on a borg ship in Star Trek he would have been punted out the nearest space portal. Thankfully there is plenty of oxygen out here with the heathens.
Nationwide aired a commercial during the Superbowl that pointed out that children can die in accidents around the house. Some are pissing and moaning. Its the Superbowl! How dare Nationwide not make us laugh! How dare they make us think about our responsibilities as adults! How dare they make us sad and remember those that have fallen victim.
The flack has lead Nationwide to try to explain themselves:
"Preventable injuries around the home are the leading cause of childhood deaths in America. Most people don't know that. Nationwide ran an ad during the Super Bowl that started a fierce conversation. The sole purpose of this message was to start a conversation, not sell insurance. We want to build awareness of an issue that is near and dear to all of us : the safety and well being of our children. We knew the ad would spur a variety of reactions. In fact, thousands of people visited makesafehappen.com, a new website to help educate parents and caregivers with information and resources in an effort to make their homes safer and avoid a potential injury or death. Nationwide has been working with experts for more than 60 years to make homes safer. While some did not care for the ad, we hope it served to begin a dialogue to make safe happen for children everywhere."
I think the commercial speaks for itself and needs no explanation. And Nationwide did start a dialog.
As a society, we avoid facing unpleasantness. We think serious issues should only discussed when we want to be serious. I know it is a serious commercial during an event that most expect only light, funny commercials. However, what better time reach a large audience with important message than during the most watched TV event of the year?
There were those that bitched that they have to explain the little "Johnny" what the commercial means. "Our children should only see puppies and rainbows and fluffy bunnies." Then tragedy strikes: Johnny rides his bike in front of a car or drinks the pretty liquid under the sink because he didn't know any better or no one was watching. So I ask, when is a good time to have that conversation? And no need to explain to little "Johnny" about the copious amounts of tits and ass?
Then there those for whom the commercial rubbed salt in old wounds. While I wish I could wipe away their sorrow, I can't. No one can. However, avoiding the topic won't save another from the same tragedy. No parent should have to bury a child, but maybe awareness can save another parent that sorrow.
If that commercial saves one child, then it was worth some bitching. Get over yourselves and consider the message.
Tonight marks the end of Derek Jeter's career as a major league baseball player. He has been one of the stars of the Yankees. And he has been the one who manages to keep his reputation relatively clean in this time when so many sports figures have tarnished reputations. However, the planned celebrations and ceremonies in honor of his retiring verges on nauseating. Municipalities and the State of New York are spending taxpayer money for events honoring his career.
Let us take a reality check. Derek Jeter plays a game that provides entertainment. He does it well. He has done it without being a bully or being dishonest. For that, I applaud him. However he only provides entertainment. Some call him a hero, but heroes save people. Furthermore, he has been compensated handsomely for his skills.
Honestly, I would rather my tax money be spent welcoming home the next group of troops from Afghanistan. Members of the military are truly heroes who get compensated poorly and thanked rarely. They fight to try to keep us free so that we can watch baseball games. So it is a crazy world where we honor a baseball player more than someone who risks their life so we can be safe.