I’m having one of those long, drawn out, embarrassing moments again. Episode is probably a better word for it and even that doesn’t convey accurately what I am feeling because deep in my gut I know that this isn’t really going to end. I will have times of diversion and there will be times when my mind is so occupied with other things that I will temporarily forget where I am and, more importantly, what I am. I’m human and I’m an American. Today I can’t forget either. I understand that as a red blooded American I should be feeling “Exceptional”. I DO!
Unfortunately, the only thing exceptional I feel is exceptionally embarrassed. That’s the whole damn problem with self awareness. You can’t hide everything from yourself all the time. A lot of the time you can, but, not all the time.
I watched the debate last night between the Kenyan and the White guy with the “Magic Underpants”. To be more accurate I should say I watched a little of the debate and then went to bed. There were so many things about it that I just couldn’t stand. One of them was the people in the audience, who provided the questions. People who just couldn’t quite make up their mind yet. So, after being bombarded with information 24/7 and exposed relentlessly to the enormous philosophical differences between these two characters….. what kind of a mental midget says… “Jeepers, I just can’t decide.”? I’ll tell you what kind. The kind I don’t waste my time listening to.
So, I went to bed with a book and learned that there are approximately 50,000 nuclear bombs in the world and that if just 1% of them were set off it would probably render this earth of ours uninhabitable for humans. So you have to ask yourself, where the hell did we get the idea that humans are “intelligent creatures”? When you are done with that beauty ask yourself how the Bozos debating last night ever came to the conclusion that an economy…. ANY ECONOMY…. dealing with the finite resources of a closed system planet with a rapidly growing population could continue to GROW FOREVER?
I stopped to get a cup of coffee this morning and the young lady behind the counter called me Sugar. They do that down South all the time. Call you Sugar, or, Honey Bunch, or, some other equally cute name, but, that’s not the point. The point is she had holes in her earlobes about an inch across that were kept open by short lengths of white PVC pipe that had been cut to fit, probably by her boyfriend. Personally I think it detracted from the spider & spider web tattoo on her neck. As I turned away she sold a hard pack of Marlboro Reds to the next Sugar in line.
I remembered the National Geographic magazines that used to have pictures of natives with bones in their noses and big plates in their lips and I thought….. soon.
I seem to remember a man once walked on the moon. It was an American kind of man. Dang, you would never know it to look at us now.