6-14-04

There are a lot of people categorized as normal who spend most of their TV time watching homicide and autopsy shows, and most of their reading time with murder mysteries and non-fiction about famous serial killers and famous murder cases. But then everyone is surprised when they dig someone up from their backyard; they all go, "But he was so normal."




Women's breasts wouldn't be such a ridiculous fetish in this country and elsewhere if they weren't so zealously guarded from view. What a tremendous waste of time, money and energy for what are basically just floppy meatbags which are periodically utilizable as food sources for newborn children!

Males have their adolescence (when they should be concentrating on their education) warped and seriously altered by the pursuit of looking at boobies, whether it's with girlfriends or magazines or porn or Internet, or later in strip clubs. In societies where women are allowed to bare their breasts in public (the very primitive and the very advanced) there is no such obsessive insanity.




Short and Sour. Those who get to the top are those best at trading needs of others in exchange for what they themselves want. Successful politicians are the epitome of this attribute in action.




What's funny about baseball these days is when the manager, especially the old-school guys like Cox and Piniella and Bowa, get upset when they see a player taking a loss light-heartedly. What do they expect, despondency? The player in question is usually the guy making 5 or 10 or 15 million a season. Win or lose, the guy is still Super-Rich.




If there's an awful trend -- something that's self-indulgent and obnoxious while being irritating and inconsiderate to others -- it seems to just grow and grow in this country. Examples:
big, gas-guzzling, view-blocking SUVs.
scatalogical references (toilet humor) in movies and TV
firecrackers.
new purplish headlights that bother people with sensitive eyes.
noisy sound effects in ballparks.
super-stereos in vehicles which rattle the windows for a block around.




Someone said to me recently: "It's a free country." I almost said something to him mentioning that if you stacked the laws, by-laws, rules, regulations and applicable restrictions on our behavior, the stack would be taller than him.




Short and Sour. When it comes to flamboyant personalities, there's a fine line between colorful and insufferable.




Some of these wives who get half of their husband's fortune in the divorce do so by merit of spending a lot of their time shopping at expensive stores, coming home to make the domestic staff more surly than they already were, and semi-withholding sex from the man they originally secured by acting like a porn star in the bedroom.




The Pillsbury Dough Boy, Joe Camel, Tony the Tiger, Cap'n Crunch all were designed by companies that understand that America is a country filled with many millions of easily duped persons who, if you wiggle something colorful and happy-looking in front of them, will use a product of dubious merit.




Packaging and promos for products and politicians are never in proper proportion to their actual excellence. Even if it or they are high quality, the people who do ads and publicity will hype it even further. It's like they're incapable of telling the truth, and have to lie/exaggerate, twist everything they're asked to sell.