Conversation is whiskey and humor is beer.
Please don’t forget this.
In the midst of all the insanity, there is a tendency to talk until we cheapen ourselves, and debate to debunk the ignorant.
Although it may be dramatic to crinkle one’s face and produce crocodile tears about the tragedies of shootings and the general unrest in our communities, we achieve nothing through our furor of discourse.
We become inebriated on our sense of importance.
Then we start using our words to slur others.
I am sure many Americans would consider it insulting to allow good cheer, wit, cleverness, optimism and mirth to rule the day.
Yes, mirth. There’s a word we don’t use much anymore—probably because it means amusement that brings laughter. What could possibly be uplifting or comedic about the horror of El Paso and the victims of Dayton?
Nothing.
But we can keep our sense of humor by realizing that this is a nation of 350 million people, who have been told they have the right to do too much and have been slammed together from cultures all over the world, in a climate of permissiveness. We might ready ourselves for some conflict.
For to compare our country to other nations is a farce. No other group of people must tolerate such diversity—and do it promising to initiate “peace on Earth, goodwill toward man.”
We need the common beer of humor to sooth us and give us a reason for chatting again instead of yelling.
The whiskey of politics, religion, corporations and ego will do nothing but make us completely oblivious to anything but our own ideas.
I bring humor.
I find humor—not jokes and laugh-out-loud sketches, but instead, poking fun at ridiculous ideas instead of pretending they have merit. For instance, attempts to get rid of guns, or stances to protect them, are equally comical. Joining in “the blame game” and pointing fingers like little children only proves what babies we are.
We need humor.
We need to share the beer of a sense of good cheer.
So here’s to mirth. May we not only learn its meaning but begin to utilize its power.
Prepare for a rebirth of mirth on the Earth.
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G-Poppers … June 29th, 2018
When G-Pop was growing up, the mayor of his small town had a young daughter named Jeannie.
Jeannie was smart.
Nobody liked Jeannie. The reason the students did not like Jeannie was that their parents did not like the mayor. So over supper conversation, it was made clear to the children that Jeannie was a problem.
Not much could be done by us young’uns during school session, but at recess, everyone got together and ridiculed, attacked, criticized and ostracized Jeannie. Matter of fact, one day it got so bad that our whole class had her cornered, trying to push her off the playground.
We didn’t plan on hurting her. We just wanted to make it clear that because of her father and the politics that made our parents angry, we were going to get her out of there. Three teachers came running up, and when they understood what was being attempted, the whole class was punished and we were not allowed to have recess for two weeks.
Jeannie was permitted to go home and be comforted by her parents. They were so shocked they put her in a private school and we never saw her again.
This came to G-Pop’s mind when the Little Red Hen–just as in the old tale–became fussy again. People took a thirty-five-year-old woman who was on “recess,” simply trying to enjoy dinner, and asked her to leave a restaurant simply because they did not agree with her politics, and did not appreciate her being the press secretary for President Donald Trump.
Unfortunately, the end result of this tale, unlike the story of Jeannie, is that Sarah Sanders was punished, and the “students” were made to believe they were merely exercising their First Amendment rights by getting rid of something unpleasant.
G-Pop has a question: If it’s wrong on the playground, why isn’t it wrong in the restaurant?
If we expect our children to be tolerant enough to share a space of land and get into their games, why is it ridiculous to think that grown people can’t sit at the table and enjoy a meal with someone in the room who doesn’t meet their favor?
Kicking Sarah out was not a symbol of the resistance.
It’s not a stand against tyranny.
It is an attack on a young woman who’s trying to do her job. What G-Pop thinks about her job can be penned in an editorial to the newspaper–not with a snarling contempt, demanding she be removed because her presence is intolerable.
She left.
She did not stand and fight. And when she left, all the liberals got together and decided it was a good thing to remove her from the restaurant. Matter of fact, one black Congresswoman suggested it should be done more.
Because G-Pop loves his country, he is choosing to believe this was a temporary lapse of judgment.
Just as the kids in his small town had no right to push Jeannie off the playground, no one has the authority to ask Sarah to leave the restaurant.
G-Pop will not return to an America where signs are posted everywhere that say: “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.”
We all knew what that meant. We all knew who was not going to get served.
Let us not return to such insanity.
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