At the Twilight of My Life…

I find myself silently reflecting incidents, thoughts, facts–large and small–that weaved the tapestry of my life.  Here, almost randomly and in no particular order, are a few of them.

I find it impossible to believe that there are Americans who don’t realize that it is irrational to demand defunding the police and clamoring for more protection against violence at the same time. In ‘my time’ that notion would be considered a blatant joke.

And…

I don’t accept ‘legal’ larceny expressed by the flagrant phrase, “Tax the Ritch.” And, what is it that justifies the expression, “Pay their fair share of taxes?” Exactly on what basis and who is it that should determine what taxes are ‘fair’?…certainly not the person who must pay the taxes.  And, what about paying thieves for not swiping/pilfering/snatching/filching items off the shelves?  Should payments be made to the thieves according to the amounts of goods they don’t steal?  Should they receive discounts according to what they don’t grab? 

I see both thieves and politicians in a sort of macabre embrace. 

I avoid comparisons between ‘my’ time and now, but in the past, whatever side of the aisle we were on, we would never even think about laws as absurd as those which are recklessly flung about now.

Virtually all of the ‘break and take’ mob are not poor, they are greedy: It’s not bread they are stealing. Being poor without pride is as repulsive as being rich without dignity.

And…

A long time ago, when I ventured into keeping a web site, I brought attention to a severe grammatical anomaly initiated by a weather reporter, Sam Champion. I posted an article on the Internet with the details of that anomaly. His bizarre anomaly marked the beginning of the end of communications responsibility. Many weathermen and weatherladies followed suit. Sam’s ‘creative ‘ anomaly was to stress the wrong words, never the operative ones, e.g., “The police went to the scene of the crime,” or always using the present tense, e.g., “Tomorrow, it rains,” and “The snow falls tomorrow.” It was incongruous to have forecasting with virtually no use of the future tense!

And… 

Not quite as long ago, the distaff side of society unfortunately believed that lowering the pitch of its vocal cords to simulate those of the average male would help the ladies break the glass ceiling. I highlighted that absolutely bizarre distortion. That distortion still prevails, especially with virtually all professional women commentators and other professional women. To exacerbate matters, the tone of the ladies’ voices is harshly imperative with an undertone that suggests anger. What a great loss of the naturally pleasant vocal contrast between most males and females!  

And, on the bright side…

Milk chocolate, citrus fruit slices (except for grapefruit), and fried eggplant, whether plain, breaded, or smothered with tomato sauce, are the big three taste delights on the planet.  

And, also on the bright side…

In the not too distant future, Cannoli, pasticiotti, and Sfogliatelli pastry will be highly recommended as primary health foods, as will ice cream (any flavor but coffee), a beverage which must be taken hot, as God meant it to be.