It was so much more fun when Donald was in the house, wasn’t it? Oh.......the wrenching of hands..the exploding of heads......the gnashing of teeth. I used to love to toss in the occasional grenade, sit back and enjoy the mayhem. That’s the weird, sadistic, black comedy side of me. Blame National Lampoon, Mad Magazine, SNL (when it was funny) Cheech and Chong, Far Side, Family Guy etc.
I used to depend on FB for my daily 10 minutes of political fix. Now I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe. Are the latest Fauci rants liberal or conservative? I can’t tell. But I hope he’s got a PR guy. Book...TV movie. It’s comin’. The Sunday morning shows are still fairly entertaining but...oh....for a 2018 Sun morning. The indignation! I’m down to the first 15 mins of the five o’ clock CBS news. New York, of course. Tells me all I really need to know. The rest is opinions and fluff. Nothing wrong with that. Remember the Seinfeld where Jerry’s girlfriend broke up with him because she caught his act and thought it was “just so much fluff?” He says,”You can’t go by a Mon nite crowd.”
I long for a time gone by when you could say stuff. Everyone’s scared sh$&#less to give an “honest” opinion. Watching the contortions as commentators and politicians struggle for the ”correct” words and phrases is somewhat entertainng.....but......I need more. We need someone to add thought balloons. Get on It you creative types. C’mon man, let’s put the fun back in funky!
Geeez....this was just gonna be a quick comment. At least I got to put off changing my strings for another day. Goin’ fishin’. Hope no fish bother me. Peace....
An addendum: (an hour later) In 1972 as I was picking up some credits at Middlesex County college waiting to get drafted. (picked up the credits..never got drafted), I “worked” on the college magazine called Flux. Small staff. We did just about nothing but had a cool office to kill time between classes. An interesting group of characters would drop in and out. The first time I met “big” Steve Worowski was at the Flux office. He was hangin’ out....workin’ the room. I walked in. He handed me a National Lampoon. It was open to a page with a picture of a grinning Dwight Eisenhower and the caption, “Hi! I’m still dead!” Man, did we laugh! He had a great laugh.
Many, many years later we played together in a band called The Movers. He was a blues man. Had some great music discussions with that guy interrupted only by gasping for air laughs. His minutiae knowledge would leave me in the dust. He could make me laugh and piss me off at the same time. That’s a gift. The last time I saw Steve he was in a coma at a hospital in Hackettstown. I left a copy of National Lampoon on his bed and said adios.......
