Yes. I used to be on the receiving end of readers' letters to the editor. Not so long ago, one had to sit down, put pen to paper, fold the paper and insert it into an envelope, address the letter, affix a stamp, and drop it into the mailbox. With the advent of email, the process became a little easier. I would read these letters. The best among them would always conclude with an exhortation to WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!!!! They made me smile. Then I'd toss them.
Social media eliminated all barriers to entry. Now all of those erstwhile letter writers are shouting on Twitter.
‘In this just world of mine, vocal fry and vocal uplift would constitute crimes against humanity.’
😂 glad I’m not the only one with those pet peeves.
The bread & circuses are doing their job magnificently. Maintaining the cognitive dissonance keeping a critical mass from acknowledging the reality of changes, tragedy & tyranny occurring around them. Rats buzzing for dopamine hits & a comforting sense of fake security. Enchantment 👉 enslavement.
I despise replying to my own comments for lack of any other contribution. But here it is...
(True story). As a younger person, some of my mates and I were on holiday in England. The year was 1976. And the date was July 4. We were riding a bus through London and we commented to ourselves...gee, shouldn't we be celebrating or something? Nobody else seems to be. No fireworks. No dancing in the streets. Silence. Nada. Zilch.
We, as young people, were somewhat perplexed. We speak the same language do we not? Why aren't these people celebrating? Like we would be in 'aMerica'. Ahh...the folly of youth.
One of the other riders on the bus, a middle-aged man of non-descript looks, took note of our quizzical young faces...and set us straight.. in a nonchalant and adult voice he said: "Happy birthday, yanks."
Looking back these many years...I think the man on the bus actually meant it. 40 years to ponder this particular encounter. And lots of reading. This is me returning the compliment:
hey im all for stupid, i love stupid, stupid can be fun and we're all unavoidably stupid, but our modern mass-produced stupid sucks bc 1) it only comes in the same stale 3-5 flavors of stupid (or really just one if you file under LOOK AT ME!), and 2) all our acolytes and entrepreneurs of stupid are just so damn SERIOUS about their special kind of stupid.
Yes. I used to be on the receiving end of readers' letters to the editor. Not so long ago, one had to sit down, put pen to paper, fold the paper and insert it into an envelope, address the letter, affix a stamp, and drop it into the mailbox. With the advent of email, the process became a little easier. I would read these letters. The best among them would always conclude with an exhortation to WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!!!! They made me smile. Then I'd toss them.
Social media eliminated all barriers to entry. Now all of those erstwhile letter writers are shouting on Twitter.
Sometimes gatekeeping is good.
If your YouTube channel logo isn't crosshairs over an eyeball, are you even a lunatic?
And yet, I still crave electrolytes.
I never seen no plants growin' outta no toilet.
‘In this just world of mine, vocal fry and vocal uplift would constitute crimes against humanity.’
😂 glad I’m not the only one with those pet peeves.
The bread & circuses are doing their job magnificently. Maintaining the cognitive dissonance keeping a critical mass from acknowledging the reality of changes, tragedy & tyranny occurring around them. Rats buzzing for dopamine hits & a comforting sense of fake security. Enchantment 👉 enslavement.
Hahaha. Another is when people loudspeaker their conversation... There's an essay in that.
Hip, hip Ei Mawrhydi!!
Edrych ymlaen. Ddim yn ôl.
Hir oes i'r Brenin.
I'm not Welsh, but thank you!
Neither is Me-again. Yet. There she is.
Is there some way for you to disown that bi_otch? A letter writing campaign? Voting? Anglican excommunication? Something?
She's yours to keep, sir!
Along with Trailer Park Jill. Alas.
Taste in women is a cultivated habit*.
*Questions about my taste in women are fair game. It's the to and fro that counts. Tally-ho.
I despise replying to my own comments for lack of any other contribution. But here it is...
(True story). As a younger person, some of my mates and I were on holiday in England. The year was 1976. And the date was July 4. We were riding a bus through London and we commented to ourselves...gee, shouldn't we be celebrating or something? Nobody else seems to be. No fireworks. No dancing in the streets. Silence. Nada. Zilch.
We, as young people, were somewhat perplexed. We speak the same language do we not? Why aren't these people celebrating? Like we would be in 'aMerica'. Ahh...the folly of youth.
One of the other riders on the bus, a middle-aged man of non-descript looks, took note of our quizzical young faces...and set us straight.. in a nonchalant and adult voice he said: "Happy birthday, yanks."
Looking back these many years...I think the man on the bus actually meant it. 40 years to ponder this particular encounter. And lots of reading. This is me returning the compliment:
"Long live the King."
hey im all for stupid, i love stupid, stupid can be fun and we're all unavoidably stupid, but our modern mass-produced stupid sucks bc 1) it only comes in the same stale 3-5 flavors of stupid (or really just one if you file under LOOK AT ME!), and 2) all our acolytes and entrepreneurs of stupid are just so damn SERIOUS about their special kind of stupid.
Experts who've got everything wrong since 2008. Yay for progress!
The peak of civilization keeps getting pushed back further and further. :)