Have we somehow caused evolution to sidetrack and mutate our behaviors such that we no longer hold to societal influence ? How many more incidents must we have before we learn what is causing the behavior and how to prevent it?
Don't you ever wish that some people would just GO AWAY ? I am tired of reading about Lindsay Lohan, or the Kardashians. I'm glad that George Bush climbed into a hole and shut up- I was tire of him too. Why is it that people get fascinated or entertained so easily? Are they push-overs or just barely conscious, awaiting their second coming of sentience? If you ever listen to Lewis Black and his rants, you actually begin to think that he is making sense. We are inundated with nonsense aimed at an expected low-intelligence mark, that really doesn't exist (save for the Ozarks and parts of the South). What we need is an intellectual TV station that caters to people that can tie their own shoes, make a commitment and keep it, that are non-dependent on drugs or fast foods, don't own dead cars on jacks in the front yard, don't have an inordinate amount of buck-toothed and barefoot kids, and don't subsist on hog jowls and roadkill. For people that wouldn't buy a 64 ounce soda at McDonald's just because it is only $1. People that would actually read the facts about an election and not just vote for the best lookin' candidate.
New Commonplace Words
Lactomangulation (n.) Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the 'illegal' side.
Lullabuoy (n.) An idea that keeps floating into your head and prevents you from drifting off to sleep.
Peppier (n.) The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.
Phonesia (n.) The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.
Pupkus (n.) The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.
Telecrastination (n.) The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.
Faunacated (adj.) How wildlife ends up when its environment is destroyed. Hence Faunacatering (v.), which has made a meal of many species.
Frust (n.) The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keeps backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.
Grantartica (n.) The cold, isolated place where art companies dwell without funding.
Hemaglobe (n.) The bloody state of the world.
Intaxication (n.) Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
Kinstirpation (n.) A painful inability to move relatives who come to visit.
Caterpallor (n.) The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.
Decaflon (n.) The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
Disconfect (v.) To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow 'remove' all the germs.
Dopelar Effect (n.) The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when you explain them rapidly.
Elbonics (n.) The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater.
Extraterrestaurant (n.) An eating place where you feel you've been abducted and experimented upon. Also known as an E-T-ry.
Great Stategy...
A U. S. Navy destroyer stops four Mexicans in a row boat rowing towards California.
The Captain gets on the loud- hailer and shouts, "Ahoy, small craft. Where are you headed?"
One of the Mexicans puts down his oar, stands up, and shouts, "We are invading the United States of America! to reclaim the territory taken by the USA during the 1800's." The entire crew of the destroyer doubled-over in laughter.
When the Captain is finally able to catch his breath, he gets back on the loud-hailer and asks, "Just the four of you?"
The same Mexican stands up again and shouts, "No, we're the last four. The rest are already there!"
