“When should we throw something away?”
This is a question that plagues most of us throughout our lives. We purchase an item because we feel that we need it, or else we think that it will make our lives a little easier. Sometimes these items become so much a part of us that we dare not dispose of them.
Some of the items that we considered would be useful then, has now become just so much clutter. When the clutter becomes so great that it hinders us in our daily operations, we must make a decision as to what to do with them.
Some are given to charitable organizations. Some are destined for the trash dump, and some are stored and kept in hope of finding a use for them at a later date. The big question is; just what should we save?
The amazing Vega-Matic had worked so well on television that we felt that it would improve the quality of our lives by ten-fold, so we sent in our $9.95 plus shipping.
Upon receiving this revolutionary product, we found that instead of making perfect French-fries, it was of more use in the making of mashed potatoes. Perhaps we failed to read all the accompanying instructions in our haste to revolutionize our dinner preparations.
The amazing Fry-Baby was so much trouble to prepare before using, and to clean afterward, that it was stored in the depths of a closet, alongside the “Vega-Matic.”
Assorted Bud Vases had been collected over the years and were in the way, so a decision was made to get rid of them also. We paid a Florist $40.67 to haul them off.
In one closet was stored a Silver-Tone Guitar that had not produced a sound in years but was kept for sentimental reasons. Boxes of various knick-knacks were stacked in corners until time could be found to sort and dispose of them.
Hundreds of Big-Little Books were given to the local library. Stacks of Comic Books, discarded by the children, were given away as well. The time had come to reorganize and start over with only the things that would contribute to a comfortable life for us.
When most of our junk had been disposed of, we discovered that the Silver-Tone was now a collector’s item. Big-Little Books were going for up to $150.00 each. Ten cent Comic Books were bringing as much as $15.00 each; and an original Vega-Matic could almost guarantee a lifetime income. When we added it all up; we came to the conclusion that we had given away, thrown away, or otherwise disposed of a fortune.
Little did we realize that the paraphernalia that we had accumulated over the years could have assured us of being virtually free from money worries, had we had the foresight to re-figure our net worth.
Now we must try to decide among the STUFF that we have left; just what is valuable and what is Junk. Someone once said that; “One person’s junk is another person’s treasure.”
Our problem with this is, which is which; and where do we find someone who will treasure our junk?
Could it be that we still have an untold fortune in boxes packed in our closets? Will our children realize the potential value of our clutter?
Perhaps they have already purchased an antique Fry-Baby. If they have; I really don’t want to know “how much they paid for it.” For now: “My Blood Pressure is normal, and I don’t need it elevated at the present time.”
In closing, let me say that if anyone is interested in a perfectly good aluminum Ovaltine Cup, please call me at BS-249. Asking price is only $21,467.88. plus shipping.
If there is no answer; do not attempt to leave a message. Our telephone service was disconnected just after we paid the Florist to remove the bud vases.
Demijon
Incidentally; Just the other day; I found a ‘new and improved’ “Vega-Matic” in a catalog and this discovery immediately caused an attack of heart palpitations. Dj.
January 27th, 2012
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“We’ll be back after a word from this one person’s opinion.”
“If the gentlemen from (any State);” would only take a long, hard look at their demands for a means to accomplish a balanced budget; I believe they would find that the brunt of the sacrifice is (now) intended for the very ones who can afford it the least.
In essence, they are saying: “Everyone will be required to ‘bite the bullet’ except those of us who hold exalted positions in the Congress.” Not once have I heard an offer from any of these distinguished members to relinquish even a small portion of their more than sufficient incomes for the purpose of reducing any part of the deficit.
It would appear that they have adopted as their strategy, the adage of “You will do as I say; NOT as I do.” After issuing an ultimatum such as this, they have the audacity to request the voters to return them to their lofty jobs to continue with their fleecing of the country’s assets.
It is my belief that the American people have seen through their charades and as a direct result, most citizens are dubious of their campaign promises. Face it, gentlemen; taxpayers are aware that your only wish is for a “cushy job with a well above average salary; and the lifetime income for; (not necessarily doing anything, but);” “just being there.”
Mr. and Ms. Congress person: Can you not see that the elimination of your unnecessary junkets at the expense of taxpayers could, in fact, satisfy a large portion of the deficit?
How can you, in good conscience, continue with your lavish spending and expect the poor and needy to gladly rush to your aid when you ‘beg to be returned to your lofty position?’ Do YOU, as an American, not feel the same obligation that you ask from your constituents?
A simple offer to reduce your incomes by a small percentage and/or a willingness to curtail the extracurricular activities which benefit no one except yourself, would demonstrate your interest in helping solve the Country’s ills.
This is called: Leadership by example. If you do not possess this ability, perhaps you should be “Put out to pasture; (without that lifetime income,)”
I can see no reason that you, as custodians of the Country’s assets, should not be held accountable for the influx of exorbitance which has become the norm for today’s Governmental body.
The time has come to issue a challenge to ALL members of the Congress. “LEAD by EXAMPLE or Get out of the way!” “Share in the fight to balance the budget.” Only by doing this, should you be bold enough to ask to be returned to your cushy job; AT OUR EXPENSE!
Demijon
Our vote is our only means of control over the inequities in our Government. If you cannot adhere to the rules, we certainly do not wish to waste it on the likes of you. Dj.
January 26th, 2012
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That the telephone rings immediately after the first bite of your dinner?
That you think that everyone is looking if you happen to slip and fall?
That you cannot find a parking space within two miles when it’s raining?
That the shortest line always has the most talkative and slowest checker?
And the lady behind is in such a hurry, she pushes her cart into your ankle?
That the waitress asks if everything is alright just when your mouth is full?
That the guy next door could have saved you hundreds on the new lawn mower?
And everyone he knows has had trouble with that particular brand?
That no one will suggest a place to dine, but all will complain about this one?
That “Nordie-Trac” turns everyone into muscle bound specimens except you?
That the product which goes on sale today was sold out when the doors opened?
That the appliance explodes one day after the warranty expires?
That all of your neighbors want to talk when you are trying to finish mowing?
That clothing stores have on sale, a size 38 which becomes 34 after you buy it?
That you get an itch in your crotch as soon as you stand before an audience?
That everyone can get better gas mileage than you have ever been able to?
That the person behind you at a theater talks you through the action?
That the grocery puts your milk in a ripped bag and the Twinkies in a double one?
And the coupon for 50 cents off on the Twinkies expired yesterday?
That your telephone bill increases by 57% when you sign up to save 25%?
That there is nothing more interesting on television than the commercials?
That you mention to a friend that you’re reading a book and he relates the end?
That you have to spell a word in order for your computer to spell-check?
That after hours of hearing about other children; the subject changes when you mention some cute remark or action attributable to yours?
Finally you become disgusted. You tell everyone to go to hell; assume an attitude of “I don’t give a tinkers damn;” move to the green swamp and become a hermit.
That will teach them all that you do not intend to be intimidated by a bunch of scalawags who have nothing better to do than to take the time to read junk like this.
Demijon
The other day, I said to my wife; I sez, “I’ve not always been as smart as I am today. I used to be just like you; ‘Dumb’, ‘Fat’ & ‘Lazy’.” That smart-aleck then, had the audacity to say to me; she sez, “I hope that dog don’t bite you when you try to go to bed in HIS HOUSE!” Dj.
January 25th, 2012
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The foundation of this great country is based on the premise that all men are created equal.
I must take exception to this since, throughout my lifetime, I have been under the impression that this is a lot of “malarkey.”
Not only is this fairly obvious to those who know me, but I, personally, am convinced that I am better than my peers. This is not something that I take lightly, but rather with the utmost humility.
Being aware of the shortcomings and total lack of superiority of others is not an acquired trait, but a genealogical asset that only a few of us incomparable mortals possess. To put it bluntly, the rank and file are beneath us.
The first indication of this phenomenon occurred shortly after I entered into the bonds of matrimony with my bride of almost sixty years. Her child-like awe of my supremacy emerged within the first few weeks and has not abated during the close-to six decades.
Granted, she has made futile attempts at rivalry, but these undertakings were short lived. Gradually she accepted the fact that I am master and she, the slave.
Fortunate for her, she realized this before irrevocable damage occurred. Albeit, she is eternally grateful for my austere forbearance; there are nevertheless times when she conveniently forgets her status.
It is here that and I am forced to resort to a gentle scolding in order to ensure that she remembers her insignificant station in life.
Being great is a responsibility that very few can fervently aspire to without the aforementioned genealogical attributes. Those of us who are endowed with these characteristics are careful not to abuse them, but rather to use this authority to facilitate the axiom that some of us are naturally superior.
Question this if you must; but please remember that being magnificent is definitely a tough job, but someone has to do it.
Demijon
Will any husband, out there, who has an extra size 17 – Flea Collar that he is willing to part with please call me at B.S. 942. P.S. A few Milk Bone treats will also be appreciated. Dj.
January 24th, 2012
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For much of my life, I have heard references to this fellow and the fact that he jumped around a lot. My anxiety about this person and his apparent infatuation with jumping turned my attention to Mr. Webster’s works.
According to Noah; Jehosaphat was King of Judah somewhere in the 9th century B.C. Still unexplained is the bit about his jumping. Was his fame attributed to the fact that he originated the workout video? Reference to this king and his occupation is usually accompanied by surprise and/or unbelief. For instance:
“Y’all heard ’bout Myrtis a’runnin’ off with that lightning rod salesman?”
“Jumpin’ Jehosphat, ye’ recon’ he ever saw her in th’ daylight?”
Things like this worry me. I have been witness to numerous remarks which were never made clear during my childhood, and it was not until lately that they began to really bother me.
Take, for example. “As fast as Blalock’s bull.”
I knew a Mr. Blalock and I was certain that he owned a cow and I was reasonably sure that the animal was female. If in fact he had concealed his ownership of a bull, just how fast was it? Had it ever been clocked?
Another observation which I never quite understood is: “Sure as shooting.”
Now this really upsets me. How could the mere discharge of a firearm indicate the certainty of an event? Was any consideration given to whether or not the person firing the weapon was an expert? It seems to me that his ability could possibly leave some doubt. Should the A.T.F. be notified?
Nevertheless, This usual remark always seems to surface…
“Sure as shootin; if he gits paid on Friday, he’ll be drunk on Sad’day.”
While attempting to decipher some of these disturbing referrals, I happened upon a definition of a word which has worried me for years, “Hornswoggle.”
According to Mr. Webster, the word means to swindle or hoax. Now, everybody who IS anybody knows that this is totally incorrect.
The TRUE meaning is akin to surprise, much like “Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat.” Proof can be found on any given day at the ladies sewing circle. - i.e.
“I hear tell that lightning rod salesman got Myrtis in a family way ‘fore they up an’ run off.”
“Well, I’ll be hornswoggled.”
This group could possibly teach Mr. Webster a thing or two. For example, Noah said the word horrify means to feel shock or horror. Not so; As proven from the minutes of the above sewing circle.
“All them hoochie-koochie gals do all day is jus’ lie aroun’ an’ Horrify.”
Last but certainly not least, is the word “Restrain.” Noah says this is to hold back, check or suppress. Wrong again.
“Uncle Ben got trash in th’ milk bucket an’ Maw had ta’ restrain hit.”
“Thar thare Noah; he ain’t nuthin’ lak’us smart as he thinks he be’s…
Demijon
Just remember: You heard it here, FIRST! Dj.
January 23rd, 2012
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The era was the early 1940′s: The location was a small rural farm in South Carolina: Our Country was embroiled in World War II: Herein is an account of how one family coped.
The following narrative is based on the fading memories of an 81 year old Senior Citizen: The author, therefore; begs forgiveness if published times and dates are approximate.
The boy accepted the world as he saw it. The cotton fields; a vegetable garden; transportation by means of a mule-drawn wagon; a home heated by a wood-burning heater as well as a wood-fired cook-stove, and lighted by kerosene lamps. A barn housing necessary mules and a cow, and, of course, a chicken coop and hog pen nearby.
The Father, earning extra money by moonlighting as a blacksmith; and along with the sale of a few bales of cotton and with the vegetable garden; provided adequate food, shelter and clothing for the family of five.
He felt that circumstances necessitated that he spend a few precious dollars for a battery-powered Radio and a used Automobile. It was therefore, that they could be kept abreast of the War News and a Model “A” Ford would provide better transportation for emergencies.
With the lack of extra money to spend on entertainment ever at the forefront; the family was fortunate that they all had the ability to sing 4-part harmony. The youngest son provided the lead part; the sister sang the tenor, and the older brother sang baritone. With the father singing bass; they developed into a decent quartet. Possibly one reason for the comparable sounds was; that they thoroughly enjoyed blending their voices.
Their preference in music was primarily southern gospel songs, that relied heavily on 4-part harmony. Most of their singing was done in the home or cotton fields and they considered this practice, for future performances in local churches throughout the County, and including the ‘granddaddy’ of all local performances; “The Annual County-wide Singing Convention.”
It really was amazing how much easier picking Cotton became while singing, “Give the world a smile each day,” or “Farther along; we’ll know all about it.”
In 1942; the Mother passed away after a lengthy illness. The older brother answered the call from the armed services and joined the U.S. Navy. This left The Father; a Sister; and an 11 year old Brother in the home.
A Government project, The R,E,A.; (rural electrical administration), was just beginning to reach the outlying farms, just after the War. Tall poles with wires strung between, began to appear alongside the dirt roads, while amateur electricians feverishly worked to wire the farmhouses for the upcoming electricity.
I suppose, the highlight of the century for many of the rural dwellers came when they could finally pull a chain; dangling from the small socket and bulb in the center of a room, and light flooded the room.
For reasons known only to him. the Father never re-married and the Sister assumed the role of housekeeper until the War ended and the older Brother re-joined the family. It was then that both She and the Brother later, obtained “public work” and the Father and the preteen youngster, “Batched” for several years.
After the War years, the Boy grew up in this environment and found work in several different jobs. During this time, he met “the girl of his dreams.”
The two of them quickly became “an item“ that was interrupted in 1950; when the boy enlisted into the U.S. Army. Letters, on more or less a regular basis, with as many “furloughs” as could be granted, kept the relationship alive.
After serving as a Paratrooper for two years, the young man returned to the home place and again secured employment. It was during this time that he “popped the question,” and received the ‘hoped for’ answer of; “YES:” from the young lady.
In 1953, they began a life together as Husband and Wife. They both realized that their lives would not always be a bed of roses; but they were confident that they would ‘give it their best shot.’
They were blessed with a healthy Son in November, 1954, and another healthy Son in December, 1958. Although there were times when it was ‘touch and go,’ they managed to raise the two children.
With a lot of help from the two boys; by their working part-time, and with secured loans, it became possible for both of them to get a college education; and to begin careers of their choice.
Both children were fortunate to have had many more conveniences than their parents grew up with. From the beginning of their lives, they were able to enjoy such things as electricity; a central heated and air conditioned home; television; new automobiles; lap-top computers; cellular telephones; and more recently, I-Pods and wireless electronic book readers.
These innovations are the things mentioned in the title of this post; “Things that my Daddy would never have believed possible.”
As I sit in front of a computer screen today and press a few buttons on a keyboard that will write this post for me; and can even send it to others via a wireless network, is still hard for me to comprehend.
I thank God each day, that I have enjoyed these modern conveniences for most of my 81 years. Most of all is the fact that I have enjoyed them with “the love of my life.” This, is liken unto having, “Gravy on my Biscuit.”
Now, the two ‘lovers’ who began their lives long before the innovations of the aforesaid modern conveniences; can be thankful that they have been blessed with reasonably good health and for almost 59 years. Not only have they also been blessed with “two great Son’s;” the addition of “two wonderful Daughters-in-law,” have made their family “complete.”
Very much like my Daddy; “If I had not experienced those innovations myself; I would not have believed them either.”
Demijon
Bear in mind that the two Son’s nor their lovely Wives will believe a lot of these early experiences. However, my children; we 
can assure you that all of them are indeed, “TRUE!” We KNOW; because, “We’ve been there and done that!” Dj.
January 22nd, 2012
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I’m sure that I am not the only one being inundated with Pre-Sorted Standard, (Bulk Business Mail), (see, Postmaster, I said it right); advertising anything from new and improved belly button brushes, to free trips to The Green Swamp; (if you will listen to a short presentation). I don’t know about you, but I am getting somewhat tired of it all.
I have yet to receive one piece of this kind of mail that, after investigation, proved exactly true to what the ads declared. Just how do they get away with it? I know that there is a law that prohibits false advertising but I’m not sure how much it covers.
How much money is collected annually from unknowing citizens in response to bulk mail requests? What is legitimate and what is not? The advertisements sound earnest enough; but is there really a cause called; “Save the Leaping Lizards?” For some reason, I doubt it.
There is hope in the form of the Better Business Bureau. They are there to help unsuspecting people like myself from being taken in, by out and out scams. The major problem with this is that not many of us take advantage of their services. When we suspect anything wrong in a presentation, we should contact our local BBB office and ask if they have a file on these people.
It might surprise us to find that the cause to which we have been donating to in the past simply does not exist and our money has gone to line the pockets of some shady character. On the other hand, if they are legitimate and we can afford it, we should support the charities and causes that we believe in.
And how much is enough? It seems that if we send a couple of dollars then we are inundated with requests from not only the one that we gave to but also dozens of different causes, many of them unheard of. There is no end to it. A lot of us have declined support for some very good causes; for this reason only.
This is not good thinking on our part, but we feel that we must draw the line somewhere and where do we start? Do we simply refuse to share with anyone? No, this could mean that some very worthy causes will not have funds to do their very important tasks, and a lot of people and / or animals will suffer needlessly.
This is a problem that cannot really be solved because of a lot of unscrupulous shysters that prey on the well-meaning people in this country. As long as they are permitted to use the mails at a very cheap rate to advertise their scams, they will benefit and the legitimate charities and causes that are dedicated to helping will suffer because of them. Until governments put a stop to their shenanigans, things are going to get worse instead of better.
Call the office of your local BBB office at anytime that you receive a solicitation that you don’t feel good about and let’s put the ‘Scammers’ “OUT OF BUSINESS!”
Demijon
Any reader who has a large amount of money that they wish to give away, is hereby requested to call Demijon at BS-476.
January 21st, 2012
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It was a sleepy little town; typical of many small hamlets which dot the landscape of the Deep South. Main Street was lined on either side with various stores and appeared, at first glance, to end at the courthouse steps. It was here that it gave way to a circle circumventing the two hundred plus years old building.
Entering the circle at right angles were two streets which evidently led to the surrounding countryside. Traffic from the main thoroughfare was required to negotiate the circle before continuing and eventually connecting with Congressman Jake Wilton’s pet project, the By-Pass.
There was a time when the flow of traffic was routed through the town by way of Main Street. Very few merchants were happy about the construction of the by-pass and with good reason.
What once had been a thriving city had now been reduced to a handful of presently operating businesses and many more vacant buildings. A number of the merchants were required to relocate, whereas, others had merely closed their doors and sought other means to provide for their families.
With the exception of a Saturday, when most of the citizens from the farm community came into town to transact their weekly business, or to merely pass the time with friends and neighbors; one could usually count the patrons who ventured into town for the purpose of shopping, on the fingers of one hand.
Today, however, was different. Today was the day when the circuit judge arrived to conduct the business of the court. This was a big day, indeed for the inhabitants of the county, simply because of the forthcoming trial of one Peter J. Brigman.
Pete had been accused of shooting B. L. Jarvis in the leg with a twenty gauge shotgun after an argument at the Short-Snort Cafe last May. He had been housed in the jail over in Mayport since his arrest in June.
Probably the most unusual aspect of his day in court was the fact that Pete’s supporters had gathered on one side of main street and the supporters of B.L. were congregated on the opposite side. The air was charged with apprehension.
Vehicles representing local radio and television stations were parked adjacent to the courthouse, their wires extending across the circle and into any available receptacle.
Also present were several persons with identification cards denoting them as members of the press, i.e. “The Progressive,” “The Telegraph,” and “The Weekly Responder.”
Disgruntled members of the Sons of Rest, who normally occupied the benches on either side of the courthouse steps had been displaced by a battalion of deputies from the adjoining counties. The controversial trial was about to begin.
Attorneys for both sides were careful in their jury selection. They were determined to have at least as many supporters for their client as the other side had. Awareness that half the community were friendly toward Pete and couldn’t stand B.L. and the other half felt just the opposite made for a lively selection process.
At last, the jury was seated and trial began. In opening statements, both attorneys depicted their client as solid, law abiding citizens who would go out of their way to avoid a confrontation, but yet the evidence presented by the prosecution would point to the guilt of the defendant and council for the defendant would claim that nothing could be further from the truth.
Back and forth they went with their questioning and cross examining of witnesses. The judge began to think that the trial was getting nowhere up until the time when Jethro Parnell was called as a witness for the defense. He was asked if he had witnessed the entire altercation. His testimony was short and to the point.
“Yep; your majesty; B.L., he had him a snoot full of that old rot-gut whiskey that Ben Tadlock bootlegs and he commenced a-ragging old Pete about that bag of bones whot he claims is a bird dog.”
“Pete, he told him to shut up but he never listened. Next he commenced a-runnin’ down Pete’s wife. Said she was fat and lazy. Finally, he just went too far and flew in to cussing Dale Earnhardt, and Pete up and shot him.”
The judge then interrupted and addressed himself to the jury. He said; “Ladies and gentlemen; I don’t believe we have a need for a jury at this time. Thank you very much. Council will approach the Bench.
When the jury had left the courtroom, the judge turned to the Prosecuting Attorney and said,
“You have wasted my time and the taxpayers money with this nonsense.” “CASE DISMISSED!”
“Hell: If I had been there; I’d have shot him myself!”
“NEXT CASE!”
Demijon
Is there anyone in the South who could doubt that Justice had been served? Dj.
January 20th, 2012
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“Telephone’s leaking, Pa.”
“Hello.”
“Who is this?”
Sound familiar? I suppose that this is the one thing that can set my teeth on edge quicker than anything short of the aluminum siding folks asking if I own my home. For someone to dial my number and immediately ask, “Who is this?”
Inevitably, my standard answer is usually, “You called me.” “To whom do you wish to speak?” Most of the time after receiving, and answering this rhetoric; only a click is heard and then the dial tone.
Comedienne, Lily Tomlin, (playing the role of a telephone operator) , during a skit in her television act, asked a question; “Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?” Wasn’t this just another way of saying; “Who is this?” Common courtesy would mandate that the person initiating the call identify themselves before beginning this asinine quiz.
To make matters worse, the caller sometimes likes to play foolish little games. This actually happened to me once. We were eating dinner when the phone rang. Since I was closer to the instrument, I cleared my throat and in my superb, telephone-answering, voice said, “Hello-o!”
“Who is this?”
“Whom were you calling?”
“I was trying to reach Demijon.”
“This is Demijon.”
“Do you know who this is?”
“I have no idea.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Think about it for a minute. Are you positive that you don’t know?”
“LOOK: I am not going to play your ridiculously silly guessing games. You called my number and my dinner is getting cold. Now, you have a choice. Tell me who the hell you are or I am going to hang up.” “GOT THAT?”
“It’s Anna.”
“Anna, Who?”
As it turned out, the lady was someone who had lived down the road when I was perhaps five or six years old and I have had absolutely no contact with her since. Yet she believed that I would recognize her immediately. How crass.
I will be the first to admit that my telephone manners are not impeccable, but I make it a practice to identify myself first, and then ask for the party to whom I wish to speak. Since I abhor playing absurd games on the telephone, I cannot bring myself to subject others to such ludicrous predicaments.
Oh well. Let’s face it. Some of us have it, and the rest are trying to get it.
It is, however, a shame that there are not others who are endowed with such poise and exquisite deportment.
Even telemarketing employees identify themselves every evening at precisely six thirty. And even THEY don’t ask me to guess what they want to sell me:
“AND; I ‘preciate it!” “So much so, that I refrain from cussing until after I hang up the phone with a bang; right in the middle of their spiel.”
Demijon
Communication via telephone is almost obsolete. Computers do almost everything for us now; except for ‘bitching over the telephone.’ Dj.
January 19th, 2012
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Call me a prude if you must; but I simply cannot get used to some of the things that are fed to us by way of television.
I am not narrow-minded to the point that I believe in total censorship of the media; however, I do think that some of the so-called entertainment that we are subjected to is entirely unnecessary. Some of it is billed as educational while others are in the form of advertising.
For example, one evening I was doing what my wife says I do best; ‘flipping through the channels;’ to find something that appeared interesting.
It was during prime time, and I happened to come across a program that consisted entirely on the subject of the sex lives of dinosaurs. To compound the matter, it was broadcast on an educational channel.
This is educational? Come-on! I cannot fathom why anyone would wonder about such a subject. And, is it true? If these monsters have been extinct for millions of years, how do we know so much about them? Perhaps the lack of a sex life is the reason for their extinction.
Then, they followed this ludicrous programming with a commercial portraying a beautiful girl clad only in Bra and Panties, cavorting around apparently in ecstasy over the comfort of these undergarments.
Be that as it may, it is my thinking that the networks are grasping at straws to come up with anything sensational that they hope will capture an audience.
It was not too long ago that ladies underclothes were just what the name implies, undergarments / unmentionables; but definitely not Only Garments,
Also, I can remember a time when ladies unmentionables were never displayed even on a clothesline. Rather, they were dried within the confines of the house in order to not be considered forward.
Judging from a lot of the programming; apparently, the only thing that will sell on television today is sensationalism. Blood and guts, profanity, bedroom scenes, and the like have reached the point that a remote control is required to have a device to block some channels from the viewing from children. Even more and more cartoons are filled with violence, and then we wonder where our children learn these things.
What has happened to wholesome entertainment? Rob and Laura Petrie were never seen in bed together. Andy Griffith never took his uniform off in the presence of Miss Crump. Gene Autry may have shot the rustlers; but the gory details were left to the imagination of the viewers. Even with all of his faults, Archie Bunker looked upon the open display of sensuality with distaste.
There are still excellent programs available today; but for some reason, they are placed in a time slot that is viewed by very few. Tasteful programming simply won’t sell during prime time. Have we become so institutionalized that we allow producers to feed us anything that comes to mind and call it entertainment?
Perhaps if we would refrain from the purchase of products that sponsor violence, gore and sex, we could possibly make a difference. At least we would send a message that we do not want our airways cluttered with filth. We want good entertainment that we can enjoy without fear of being shocked or insulted.
How about it, networks? Do we matter at all to you, or had you rather we return to the days when reading a good book was considered entertainment?
The ball is now in your court. What will you do about it?
Demijon
In many cases, a good bit of imagination is more sensual than open display; wouldn’t you say? Dj.
January 18th, 2012
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“When should we throw something away?”
