If you've been wondering how you too can become old and ridiculous, here's your first lesson:
Basically, just pay attention to what goes on around you and then share your opinion on it.
For example, last night President Obama highlighted hate crime legislation as an accomplishment he was proud of. Here's how it works:
If a person read my blog, found it offensive, came to my house and punched me in the mouth as I opened the door, I could charge them in a court of law with assault. If found guilty they would be subject to punishment "A".
If under the exact same circumstances however, my name was say, Abdul Abba Fareak Farrid instead of Russ, and I was Muslim instead of Non-Muslim, I could charge the guy who punched me in the mouth with a HATE CRIME instead of just a regular old crime. If found guilty he would be subject to the more severe punishment of "A+". Now how ridiculous is that!
This concludes today's lesson on how to become old and ridiculous.
Though I am not interested in becoming old, it seems to be happening just the same. And concerning ridiculous, I think that is generally how others must feel about you (me). At the time of most of our actions, they seem to be a good choice, only later to realize they were in fact ridiculous, as usually our friends will eloquently articulate to us. Take our friend Joe for example. All he was trying to do was burn a brush pile on his lake property. Certainly gasoline is an excellent accelerator of the burning process. He took all the proper precautions; no one else around, wore gloves, poured a conservative amount of gasoline on the brush, and leaned way back when lighting the pile with a match. Who knew it would blow up right in front of him. It never does in the movies. In fact, it might have been better if he just flicked a cigarette in slow motion into the pile as he was walking away from it. But quite the opposite, it went off like a scud missile, launching Joe off his feet, into the air, and backwards several feet. Now I tell this story only to say it was a good idea, until it went bad and the story was told. That's when it became ridiculous. I have my own stories about me, but I prefer to discuss the ridiculousness of others when available.
ReplyDeleteThanks Doug. Now that I think about it, we could write an entire book on our mutual good buddy Joe and he of course could do like wise!
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