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Other Names Once Considered for Bugs Bunny
A. Ears McGears
B. Rabid Rabbit
C. Headser Tails
D. Harry Hare
E. Trumper
PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … December 21st, 2016
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Just Jim Dandy
It is just Jim Dandy with me
If you hunt deer, rabbit, bear and flea
As long as you teach your children
That brothers and sisters with black skin
Are not niggers, jungle bunnies or monkeys.
Share your heart about your anger over abortion
As you visit the fatherless and the widows
Chat away about climate change and the melting of the polar ice caps
But please cease to refer to hard-working people who do not share your concern as “deplorable.”
Salute the flag, stand for the Star Spangled Banner and support the troops
Struggling with all of us to bring freedom and justice to every American
Choose to deny the existence of God and develop your own moral code
While honoring your neighbor nearby and the sanctuary where others gather to worship
Express your dismay over illegal immigration
While making sure your laments have nothing to do with race, religion or sexual orientation
Yearn for simpler times by keeping things simple
Joke about women and comically complain about men
Remembering that God in His Kingdom has neither male or female.
Make sure your belief is grounded in love
Your opinion has a little elastic on the edges
And decisions are merciful instead of final
Welcome to America!
Be yourself just short of being an asshole.
It’s just Jim Dandy to have you here.
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The Alphabet of Us: E Is for Eliminate… January 5, 2015
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All human beings possess a heart, soul, mind and strength. Nothing of any true significance can be achieved unless this is understood.
Overestimation of ability is the sure-fire way of draining energy. Human beings have very little will-power. Nothing will be achieved without understanding it.
For every magical story you can relate about someone who overcame difficulties through resolve, I can provide a million testimonials of wishy-washy results.
It is in the exaggeration of our goals that we cripple ourselves with the burden of too much anticipation, which is often followed by too much disappointment.
I can not eliminate anything. The minute I believe I can, I will make bold statements which I will be unable to achieve, causing me to want to lie. And I will tell you right now–even though we seem to be a society that condones lying, there isn’t a human being who will actually put up with anyone telling them one.
So what are we looking for? If I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day, can I really throw them away, go cold turkey and survive? Am I a hero, or am I setting myself up for an incredible fall which will make me fearful of reaching the heights of such conviction again?
Here’s the axiom:
Work on working on the work of simple progress.
If I could put that into the hearts of every brother and sister I encounter, I could lift the burden of expectation and replace it with practical approaches to making things a little bit better.
For instance, when I rounded the corner this year and wanted to lose weight, I realized that I needed to adopt an improved philosophy. Here it is:
1. Less of what I am doing.
Yes, if I can just do less of over-eating, I will be much acclaimed, even in my own mind. If every fat person would simply eat a hundred fewer calories a day, they would lose a pound a month. Remarkable.
2. More of what I want to do.
Once I stop chasing the rabbit of promises, which is wearing me out because of the futility of my efforts, I can settle down and just begin to do more of what I want to do. If every person in America smoked one less cigarette, ate one more vegetable a day and walked up that one flight of stairs, our health care costs would drop drastically.
3. And finally, just learn to tell the truth about both.
In other words, “This is what I’m doing that’s making me miserable, and this is what I need to do to make me happier.”
As people, we have a childish inclination to justify all of our actions, as if they’re really our aspirations.
Learn how to be pissed off at what’s hurting you, and delighted with what helps.
The word “eliminate” is impossible for human beings.
- It is not our function to eliminate poverty. Keep in mind, the impoverished person must be willing to cease his or her condition.
- We do not have the gumption to eliminate our bad habits. We can lessen them–and ultimately might convince ourselves that we don’t need them.
Arrogance is anyone who believes they have the capacity for scaring away all their demons. It’s just not possible.
The demons know us well, and have found clever hiding places.
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Untotaled: Stepping 18–(January 14th, 1966) On My Sleeve … June 14, 2014
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Two doors down from our home were some neighbors who were quite friendly, but we only saw about six times a year and talked to maybe twice.
So imagine our surprise when they showed up at the door the day before Christmas and brought gifts. My mother was frantic, trying to figure out how to reciprocate with some sort of generosity to this surprise burst of holiday cheer.
But the most amazing thing was when I opened my present on Christmas morning from these little-known neighbors and it was a sweater.
It was beautiful for two reasons. First of all, it was a swirl of blue in a cardigan style and had brown leather buttons that looked like chocolate covered cherries.
But the greatest blessing was that it fit. I was a big fat boy, and in that era, no one made provision for such creatures. I don’t know where our neighbors found it, but it was made of Angora–that material that looks like it should be on a goat or a really pretty rabbit.
I loved it. I wore it every day. I pretended it was my winter coat. Maybe because of that, I picked up a cold.
I hate colds.
I guess everybody does, but the main reason I despise getting the common flu bug is that I had no intention in my young teen years of doing anything about it except enduring it with much complaint.
So I was sitting in the study hall while wearing my beautiful blue Angora sweater with the chocolate buttons. It was a very cold day and they had turned up the heat, and the mixture of the other students in the room with the air of the furnace blowing started my nose running.
Now, I was a young man who had little care for anything that looked frilly, so I certainly did not carry Kleenex. (I don’t know what kind of fellow you would have to be in 1966 to have a Kleenex on you.) And I was also too macho to ask a nearby girl if I could use one of her tissues. That was forbidden territory.
So at first I just tried to sniff it back into my nose. Of course, this was loud, sounded gross and caused a cheerleader next to me to crinkle her nose and turn away.
I did not know what to do. I had already used up all my bathroom privileges with the study hall monitor, and was quite sure I would not be allowed to leave the premises. And sure enough, when I raised my hand, he just looked at me and shook his head.
Meanwhile, my nose was reaching avalanche proportions. I don’t know what it looked like, but it felt like Niagara Falls was running down my lip. It had to be gross. I tried to duck my head down, but that made the gravity of the situation worse.
I thought about running my hand under my nose, but then I would have it on my hand.
Suddenly, without thinking, fearing that I was about to embarrass myself in front of the entire class with my river of snot, I reached up with the sleeve of my sweater and ran it across my face two or three times.
Fortunately, at that point my nose loosened up and I was able to have one huge sniff and the running went away.
But my beautiful Angora sweater had been slimed by my drippy nose dropping.
I took off the sweater, folded it up, and when I got home that night tried to wipe the goop out of the fur–but it wouldn’t go away.
I wore the sweater a couple more times, but people kept asking me why the sleeve was matted.
I loved that sweater so much.
But about four days later, I quietly went out into the back yard, dug a hole, and buried it.
I realized there would be no way to ever fix it. My family knew nothing about dry cleaning, and I was in no mood to try to explain why it was rumpled and stiff.
I know it sounds strange, but I cried. Actually, I cried more at the grave of my sweater than I did for a couple of aunts who passed away.
Of course, they never looked nearly as good or kept me nearly as warm.
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