Tuned in the radio for some soft tunes to soothe my ravaged soul, and I hear Rush. What a profound waste of air time this is.
Like my grandfather used to say, “An empty barrel will make the most noise.”
I am tired of Rush, Hannity, Imus, Ann Coulter, Larry King … I am tired of them all. I do however, miss Paul Harvey, who had an honesty about him and a genuine American attitude.
Just what America needs right now, a new path on the high road to moral rot and the intellectual turpitude from radio hosts that give great satisfaction to all those who are fond of denouncing American’s as a bunch of hapless souls. Which in turn makes a guy like me almost sad that he stopped smoking good hooter and opted out for the sane world.
So rather than poison my mind, I deftly turn it off and return to the sanctity of nature.
In my hammock of life, swinging from the backyard tree, listening to the honey bee’s working the blossoms I think of the America that I wish for. A country that is full of people who stop by the side of the road to help other people change their flats, send canned goods to Houston after a flood, bake casseroles when the neighbor dies, kiss their spouse and volunteer at the Humane Society, and who sometimes softly whistle “Oh What A Beautiful Morning” to themselves on the way to work.
Rush is full of it, Don Imus isn’t much better, Larry King should have gone on over years ago, but is still here.
We are not this dismal picture of misfits that they often paint. I refuse to accept the portrait of ourselves found in the media or espoused on the public airwaves. If I did, we would conclude the nation is rife with weird cults, serial killers, vicious dogs and people who believe in flying saucers in New Mexico.
We suffer nightly with one survey after another, useless pointless information about nothing. We continue our hilarious national habit of studying ourselves to find out how stupid we are. 12.7% of this years poll believe Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife. Regis lost Kathy Lee and I consumed my very first Starbuck’s Coffee and Krispy-Kreme for my birthday. One out of every three people is mentally unstable, check the room.
If you believe Rush, the majority of Americans spend their time reading pornography or shooting one and another. If you stay tuned to FOX all the time, there is the profound chance that your brain may turn to Oatmeal before August. And if you send these people your broken gold, you are going to be a poor fool with no more broken gold.
We are a nation of diverse interests and people, we belong to ballroom dancing, square dancing, clog dancing and tango groups, just ask my wife, she will set you straight. We have people who sing in barbershop quartet harmony, grand opera, gospel, country, folk, jazz, swing, salsa and medieval chants. They attend sack races at the 4th July Picnic, eat hot dogs and drink Dr. Pepper (most of it these days seems to be of the “diet” variety).
Americans compete in chili cook-offs, bird-watching, bridge, the Annual-Spam-A-Rama cookoff, polo, the Pillsbury bakeoff, rattlesnake round-ups, spelling bees, hog-calling, the Miss Turpentine Spirits beauty pageant, jalapeno eating contests deep in the heart of Texas, the Prairie Chicken Drop, cow chip tossing in the Oklahoma Panhandle, and the Oscars.
True, we are not uniformly full to the brim with “nice folks.”
All of us have our human share of pride, greed, lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth. Some of us have been stuck on the off-ramp of the Information Highway and logged off. Such is my plight … Overheated and Lost In Okie-Homa.
Just like my dad had problems, and his father before him, nothing ever runs smoothly like a fine pocket watch. The basic difference being now, I am told that I have “Issues.” I do not have problems. Which of course is the media’s way of pointing out to us, our despair and desperate need to shade the truth and see things completely different than the way they appear to be.
You see problems are often described as negative and ordinary; whereas issues sound important, worthy of attention.
Life is better when you flush the Rush Bunch, you might have to jiggle the handle a little, but in the end, they will all go down the tube like the rest of this negative crap they put out each day.
Another soft breath of air out of the south, and all is well in my world. I drift off and think of a footlong & a glass of ice tea, maybe a big ol sweet Jerkins and life is good. This is a good way to spend Monday … No Rush … No Hurry … No Worry.
Welcome to the Heartland … This is truly NOT the Garden of Eden, by any stretch of the imagination but it beats whatever The Rush Bunch says that is out there right now.
I’ll take it.
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“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)
