Reflections of Me: A Bright and Shining Fut--- OOOO a Shiny!
Somewhere back in the annals of time, pre-historic ( for me, that means before I was born ), a child was born. Born with a silver spoon in it's mouth, all those involved worried over it's survival, as eating with a silver spoon in one's mouth can be quite difficult. Fortunately, soon a McDonalds opened nearby, and the child was saved. Why this should be is a moot point. As should all points be. Faint heart ne'er won by moot point, a saying I recall. Or, perhaps I don't. I may have made it up.
If it becomes popular, I will take no credit. Debits only, please.
Shortly--or, soon--thereafter, I was born. Lacking a silver spoon, I quickly adapted my stainless steel spoon to food and where it was to be properly inserted, and grew fat and sassy. Much to the chagrin of my parents, who had to carry me, both physically and financially. Such were the fortunes of fate -- or, the fate of fortunes -- the earlier child proved no such burden on his parents, as they could pay someone else to carry him, and barely noticed the expense. In fact, they may have barely noticed him. Certainly, future events would seem to indicate that was so.
My point, moot as it is, is that we basically grew up during the same era, and were exposed to the same societal influences. Mine, of course, were the cheaper versions. I had Disneyland on television. He could afford to have Disneyland brought to his house. Either way, it was a Mickey Mouse activity. There, any similarity must end. All things must end, I am being specific here. Meaning, we were of the same species and there the similarity ends. I may have a point here. If I do, it is moot. All my points must be mooted, lest I impale myself.
At some point in time--as time is measured in points, it seems, and if they are all moot, then, what was the question?-- I heard, or read, or somehow absorbed through some medium, even if it were a steak ( which I prefer rare ), a phrase espousing that "Anyone with half a brain can become President.". I assume this slightly older child heard the same phrase. Likely from someone his family knew, as they had many acquaintances. Not friends ; one does not collect many silver spoons if one also makes friends, as friends tend to share things and support each other, and who would share their silver spoons? One will seem to have many friends if one has many shekels, but, bear in mind--a good cigar may be a smoke, but many shekels will purchase many good cigars. A loss of shekels will result in no more good smoke enjoyment, but will also shorten one's friends list.
A benefit come holiday card time.
This slightly older cherub apparently took the phrase to heart more than I did, as, after the passage of about 69 years he felt he had finally reached the required brain size and he became President. In general, those who have attained that office have accepted that they possess only half a brain, and surrounded themselves with people with full brains to advise and guide their actions and words. Not our boy, however, no sirree! Given the confidence only half a brain can give you, he proceeded to surround himself with quarter brains and no brains. In some cases, even cute little puppets, with hollow brains. The better to echo his innermost half thoughts.
Most of us wish he would leave. He could leave in a huff. If that is too quick, he could leave in a minute and a huff. If a huff could be made shiny, he'd follow it, and would still be gone. Maybe someone will flip a quarter in the air as he steps off Air Force One and he will take a tumble trying to catch it. He's been known to fall for cheaper things. And not pay for them any more than he paid for his silver spoon.
I will close here with the words of a wise man who once said " They went thattaway! ". With that, I am away, and, Groucho, I miss you.
If it becomes popular, I will take no credit. Debits only, please.
Shortly--or, soon--thereafter, I was born. Lacking a silver spoon, I quickly adapted my stainless steel spoon to food and where it was to be properly inserted, and grew fat and sassy. Much to the chagrin of my parents, who had to carry me, both physically and financially. Such were the fortunes of fate -- or, the fate of fortunes -- the earlier child proved no such burden on his parents, as they could pay someone else to carry him, and barely noticed the expense. In fact, they may have barely noticed him. Certainly, future events would seem to indicate that was so.
My point, moot as it is, is that we basically grew up during the same era, and were exposed to the same societal influences. Mine, of course, were the cheaper versions. I had Disneyland on television. He could afford to have Disneyland brought to his house. Either way, it was a Mickey Mouse activity. There, any similarity must end. All things must end, I am being specific here. Meaning, we were of the same species and there the similarity ends. I may have a point here. If I do, it is moot. All my points must be mooted, lest I impale myself.
At some point in time--as time is measured in points, it seems, and if they are all moot, then, what was the question?-- I heard, or read, or somehow absorbed through some medium, even if it were a steak ( which I prefer rare ), a phrase espousing that "Anyone with half a brain can become President.". I assume this slightly older child heard the same phrase. Likely from someone his family knew, as they had many acquaintances. Not friends ; one does not collect many silver spoons if one also makes friends, as friends tend to share things and support each other, and who would share their silver spoons? One will seem to have many friends if one has many shekels, but, bear in mind--a good cigar may be a smoke, but many shekels will purchase many good cigars. A loss of shekels will result in no more good smoke enjoyment, but will also shorten one's friends list.
A benefit come holiday card time.
This slightly older cherub apparently took the phrase to heart more than I did, as, after the passage of about 69 years he felt he had finally reached the required brain size and he became President. In general, those who have attained that office have accepted that they possess only half a brain, and surrounded themselves with people with full brains to advise and guide their actions and words. Not our boy, however, no sirree! Given the confidence only half a brain can give you, he proceeded to surround himself with quarter brains and no brains. In some cases, even cute little puppets, with hollow brains. The better to echo his innermost half thoughts.
Most of us wish he would leave. He could leave in a huff. If that is too quick, he could leave in a minute and a huff. If a huff could be made shiny, he'd follow it, and would still be gone. Maybe someone will flip a quarter in the air as he steps off Air Force One and he will take a tumble trying to catch it. He's been known to fall for cheaper things. And not pay for them any more than he paid for his silver spoon.
I will close here with the words of a wise man who once said " They went thattaway! ". With that, I am away, and, Groucho, I miss you.
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