Jagermeister, well I suppose that is not all that different from
reading the back of a cereal box. Cereal boxes used to be full of uplifting
messages for us kids who it seemed like everybody was looking to be the leaders
of tomorrow. I don’t know, they were probably just saying that as a way to pat
us on the head and feel proud while they duped us into buying their products.
Now that I think about it I first heard that phrase watching the Mickey Mouse
Club, so there you go.
I’ve always had a particular dislike for the whole Disney thing.
People have their own myths and lore and Disney takes that and wraps it into a
movie that is just like every other movie they make, and kind of write over folk
tales and myths and bleach out everything that was odd and interesting and make
it into just another loaf of white bread. It’s like those Hallmark cards with
the bland picture and the fancy calligraphy inside with some hackneyed message
expressed flawlessly, and people read it and go awww, but it’s just something a
stranger wrote, something their friend bought, why didn’t they just give them
the three or four bucks? And then that hackneyed message gets put against a
black background, or maybe some clip art and gets pasted up on fb, and I dare
not rant lest I lose all my friends.
Well what about a guy who doesn’t hunt? What about a farmer? What
about a school bus driver? What about a guy who collects stamps? Are they not
honoring the creator? Are they dishonoring the creator, by not going out and
shooting something? And if they are, as I’m sure Disney and Hallmark would
claim, in their own little way, all of us like a glowing mosaic, like the stars
in the firmament, all of us honoring the creator, then what makes Elmer Fudd so
special, and why is he stumbling through the woods so all-fired proud of
himself, especially after he has had a snootful of Jagermeister?
Ah but I suppose once he has that fine buzz going and stumbles into
his comfy blind and rests his eyes for just a sec he is off to deer dreamland,
where his creator leads the deer before him and then gently pulls on the trigger
for him. How is the blind kept warm? Doesn’t it bother the deer that here is
some warmth coming out of that shed? Well I guess not. He knows he can walk
right up to that big warm house and that when Beagles spots him and takes hold
of Old Betsy, the hypothetical wife will say, “Now Dear, you put that
away.”
What happened to the wabbits? Did they get a disease? Too many
coyotes? Something they liked to eat disappeared? Some other animal is filling
their niche? You know, if He is so careless in tending to his created, I don’t
see why you should take your responsibility so seriously.
Yes indeed, I did join the other side when I started subbing. I
was a little bit soft, but I think I did a pretty good job, as per my motto,
nobody ever got hurt. But some of the other subs, they had that voice of
command, which didn’t always work, but it was better to have than not to have,
and I never had that voice, maybe because I never really believed in authority
and I was always faking it.
Funny too how loyal I am too the democrats now. I know most of
them are lying sacks of shit, which doesn’t make me all that bitter because I
know that you have to be a lying sack of shit to get anywhere in politics. An
honest man is never going to go anywhere in politics because the voters
basically want something for nothing and they are too lazy to think things
through so the wool is easily pulled over their eyes, and bringing integrity to
politics is like bringing a pocket knife to a gun fight.
Funny, I bet you would say the same thing. The politicians on both
sides would never say anything like that, but their backers say it all the
time. Both sides think if the voter was only more idealistic and knowledgeable,
why their side would win all the time. I don’t know if that’s good or
bad.
No comments:
Post a Comment