Get Off My Lawn

So it has been awhile since “The Gasbag” posted my brilliance on this site. I’m sure it has been missed by tens of people so to all who haven’t uttered one word about when my next post shall be released, loaded with all that gasbag expertise and meaningful takes on life………folks you haven’t asked for it so here it is.

“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity and I’m not sure about the former”

Albert Einstein

I am constantly not asked about my next choice of topics to discuss on this blog site because of my thought provoking insights and takes that only the Gasbag could have on such a varied amount of meaningful topics. The Eagle Brand Condensed Milk post for instance really got the internet in a uproar and was a life changer for virtually no one. Who could ever forget the on the end of your seat post about Bookmobiles. Yes my literally genus really came through on that masterful creation.

Since you haven’t asked for it here we go. I saw something on the TV the other day and it has truly bothered me. I have thought on this and lied awake pondering on this phenomenon and frankly I have come to the conclusion that this is just one of the things in life that will never be answered. Kind of like what is the real reason the chicken crossed the road. Nobody will ever know. I don’t buy the get to the other side nonsense.

“The Bible tells us to love our neighbors and to love our enemies; probably because they are the same people.”

Gilbert K. Chesterton

As a nation who for the last five years seems to be going from one crisis to another, Donald Trump, pandemic, vaccines, Putin, verge of a nuclear holocaust, Netflix getting rid of the password sharing plan, the invasion at the southern border, a man from Kenosha Wisconsin just inhaled a drill bit while getting a filling and I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, inflation and Biden. How much more can we handle. To make matters worse just when you think it is gone and some sanity has returned to your world. You flip on the TV and there it is. The Kardashian’s. I am struggling to understand this. I cannot understand how anyone could sit in front of the TV perhaps with their finest bourbon in hand and watch this human excrement seeping from the tube. To me material wealth evokes the “worst” of our culture—materialism, vanity, narcissism, and greed—qualities the Kardashians symbolize and unfortunately qualities that we Americans really love. Sex tapes, screwed up families, money are other things we Americans love. Hold that thought, there is a little kid on my front lawn I need to run off. As I was saying The Kardashian’s.

“When we are born we cry that we come to this great stage of fools.”

Willian Shakespeare

To be honest I have never watched the first minute but like a lot of social media I can pretend to be an authority on such matters. Like bloviating on many issues that I know nothing about. That is what we do. Much like Clint Eastwood’s character, Walt Kowalski in Gran Torino I find myself becoming him except for the racist part. Okay maybe not a good analogy but the curmudgeon part I can relate to. I didn’t realize that the older you are the more of a bastard you become. Is that in the Bible? I think that may be written somewhere.

My exile from the blogosphere is over and to all my devoted followers from all over the inter web, so many that I can easily count on one hand a heartfelt thank you. Now I must get off my lazy butt and watch all the Masked Singer episodes that I have missed. That Panda is so cute…..

One response to “Get Off My Lawn”

  1. I love the way you can take the even most UN-interesting thing to a new low. Keep writing!! If you want to see how far we have gone (or not), go rent a VHS of the Groove Tube movie. That is if you still have a VHS player. Ken


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: