Today I bid farewell to an old friend who greeted me every morning, sent me on my way with a touch of sweetness and stood by me for many years. But youth must be served so fare-thee-well Cap’n Crunch. May you find the missing “tai” and at long last be addressed by the full title you so richly deserve!
Archives for 2020
Hello New Companion
Today my breakfast bowl welcomes Post Shredded Wheat and Bran. What I lose in sugar I Make up in whole grains, fiber and non-GMO wheat. Maybe not as tasty as The Cap’n was but with a unique ability to keep things moving through my intestines. As the years progress one’s priorities change.
To All Idiot Hoarders!
I went to the store today and with the new lockdown orders there was not a single roll of toilet paper to be had. SHAME ON YOU HOARDERS! Fortunately for us I still have a dozen cases taking up half of my garage from the last scare, so I will be the bigger person and not buy any more.
By My Count…
…There are over 73,000,000 Americans that are either racist, condone racism or are just nut bag conspiracy theorists. I send them my love and suggest they wear aluminum foil hats to prevent the government from penetrating their brains with compassion!
I Don’t Get It
On an impulse I went to the Deli section of the market and slapped the salami. I was asked to leave and escorted to the door.
Christmas is over and…
My credit cards are not maxed-out. I guess I am not religious and don’t understand the true meaning of the holiday.
COME ALL YE Faithful CRYPTOGRAPHERS
Are you up for a try at Christmas code-breaking? This one hails from the cold war eastern bloc country of Curmudgeonistan .
Difficult but decipherable. Hint: before giving up try ASCII.
Coded Message:
“Merry Christmas to all. Peace on Earth, Good Will Toward Men.
May the spirit of Christmas be with you now and forever.”
Actual Message Once Decoded:
“Bah! Humbug!”
Is Prayer Quid Pro Quo?
When was the last time you prayed? Was it a simple expression of gratitude, “Thank you for the food we are about to eat (without regard to those who are hungry”), or did you make a specific request such as “Please do something about the incurable itch from the fire engine red rash raging in my nether regions?” Or perhaps selfless plea for assistance on behalf of a friend or relative, “Please have my brother-in-law’s Chlamydia test be negative before my sister finds out I was the one who introduced him to Edwina the Contortionist from my Hot Yoga class (I was just trying to help)?” Perhaps the plea was something more prosaic like eradication of the Covid-19 virus, reversal of climate change or (yawn) world peace?
Whatever the contents of the prayer it was undoubtedly asking for something you perceive as so important you beseech God to change his master plan to benefit you. He is all-knowing, all-seeing but just somehow overlooked you in your hour of need. It may be a request that is not so easy to make into a joke; the recovery of a child with a debilitating or life-threatening disease, healthcare for the disenfranchised or the poor or simply sending hope to an individual who has just run out. Although I believe most prayer is incredibly selfish, either for show or to feed an ego that must be sated, I may not know everything; (this is me being self-deprecating to gain your empathy when we all should accept without reservation that I do know everything).
Doesn’t it make sense that if you ask for something the grantor of wishes should somehow be compensated, not in money but in the currency they value? And it is not regular attendance at a group service, a few coins or bills in a collection plate, donating discarded clothing, or helping out at the Spring Fling Gala. It IS living your promises all day, every day, without exception. No hiding behind a few lines written by man, “we are only human, we stray, we are imperfect.” Ahhh, man and his endless rationalizations for bad behavior. It must be a promise kept for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.
Next time you are imbued with the spirit and offer up a prayer rather than blather on about being grateful for the food you are about to eat, the food that has been provided a minimum of 3 times a day for your entire life, try something more like this:
Dear Lord:
Today I answer your prayer; I will do no harm, be empathetic and show compassion for those around me and seek to help those who are less fortunate and suffering regardless of their location, ethnicity or immigration status. I will tell no lies, commit no acts of transgression, seek to understand and walk in the shoes of others. Today and always I will live the pure essence of __***___. (***fill in the blank: Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Festivusia or ?).
AMEN.
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Do you ever experience one or more of the following maladies:
- You open a sentence “I hate… when describing a family member, friend or stranger.
- You are carrying a grudge for forty years, like when Aunt Petunia neglected to send you a card on your birthday.
- You unfriend an acquaintance of 20 years because he supports a candidate you dislike.
- You think you’re so great! (Oh wait, skip that one, that’s a good thing…if you really are).
- Anything or anybody that requires forgiveness.
Okay! I understand we can’t love everybody. There is a level of evil so vile, an act of hatred so egregious or an individual so devoid of empathy and compassion (you can’t swing a cat in Washington, DC, without hitting one of those) that there is just no room in your heart to forgive.
Yet unbelievable acts of forgiveness happen frequently. We recently saw the family of a murder victim offer forgiveness to his convicted killer at the sentencing hearing. (Most of the family, not all). So where do we draw the line? Simple answer: your decision? No getting around the old free will Mortimer.
May I make a suggestion? Go ahead and let it all go. But if through your own superpowers you are able to resist my irrefutable logic, then forgive those that keep revisiting your thoughts and interrupt your sleep at night. Yes, those are the ones you find it hardest to understand but remember, you are only troubling yourself. Those you hate either never give you a thought or take great pleasure in upsetting you with their actions. If you can let those go the rest are easy.
The lesson here is one we see repeated throughout our lives. One clearly related by Matthew Broderick “WarGames” (1983). “The only way to win is not to play.”
The Rule of Three
A Short, Short, Short Story in Two Parts
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UNDERSTANDING the rules upfront is sometimes important. Examples: When competing in an athletic event, playing a board game or participating in a contest where money or bragging rights are at stake. In spousal conflict resolution, (previously called arguing with your wife/husband), rules are most important. I have been told when engaged in a “constructive discussion”, (again, arguing), with your spouse do the following: stick with facts, refrain from name-calling, stay on point, no spewing more than one hateful accusation at a time, explain in agonizing detail, how that made you feel; feelings are crucial and tears an added bonus, and blah, blah, blah. That’s three (3) blahs. Remember three, it becomes important in Part II. Simply agree with me, there are a lot of rules in life and let’s move on.
To get through a day with your sanity intact, many rules tend to become exceedingly fluid. We humans have a unique talent for interpreting anything, including rules, in a manner to justify whatever course of action we choose to pursue, be it heinous, neutral or altruistic. We are always correct. As Freud said, “Ego, am I right?” Rule interpretation is an art rather than science learned in the school of hard knocks.
To not get bogged down in the muddy sinkhole of ambiguous rules suspend any preconceived notions about rules and simply accept the story as presented. Don’t be concerned, I am not abandoning you to chaos. There is one set of rules we will champion: “The Rule of Three.”
Alas, the opportunity for gridlock appears again. There are many axioms, formulas and tenets that have adopted the mystical power of three so which one is it? The Survival Rule of Three refers to time, not individual parts. It estimates that you can survive 3 minutes without air, three days without water and three weeks without food. An alternate version includes three hours unprotected in severely inclement weather. But that would make it the Rule of Four, my premise would crumble and chaos ensue. Whew! Dodged that bullet.
A Millennial version also exists and classifies as lethal “Three minutes without a Smartphone and three hours without an Instagram Feed (replace Instagram with Facebook if you are over 40), and three days without a self-serving rationalization.
The more widely known Rule of Three states that stories, lessons or marketing grouped with elements presented in threes are more likely to be retained by the reader or viewer. The intended message will be more humorous, satisfying and effective. Evidence of the power of three is rampant throughout history; three musketeers, three blind mice, Three Stooges (“Moe, Larry, The Cheese!”), three on a match, three wishes, Three Little Pigs***. The Roman Triumvirate, the Chinese Triads, the Holy Trinity. You do not have to use the number, just have three entities like the good, the bad and the ugly; Huey, Dewey and Louie; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. More? Three coins in a fountain, three tries because third times a Charm, and Three Pole Dancers on the main stage of the Girls, Girls, Girls Gentlemen’s Club on Third Avenue Downtown (3 for 1 Drink Night Mondays from 6:00PM to 9:00PM. Three hours). I believe my point is made.
For our purposes, this Rule of Three is very personal, the only real requirement being that you must work in the number three somewhere, anywhere. It is key, “Three Keys to the Kingdom! (You like that? I just made it up!) And keep in mind the following three things:
- Rules are made to be broken.
- Break the Rules at your own peril.
- DON’T talk about Fight Club!
I will be your guide but others will speak, three others. I have assembled a group of three misfits and rapscallions (I am bringing the word “Rapscallions” back into everyday use because it is comedy gold, more fun than saying Salsa, right Jerry?). Part II of the story is not all about rules and as I have used the word “Rules” so many times a received a warning I from the IWP – Internet Word Police, instructing me to cut all further uses from the unfolding tale. (See Rules are made to be broken).
Although examples in blocks of three are known to increase comprehension, foster better retention, are more satisfying, funnier and make a greater impact, life is often symmetrical requiring you to add a fourth…for Bridge say. So…
Deal the cards.
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***There is some controversy regarding the provenance of “The Three Little Pigs.” A persistent rumor that the story was taken from a real life event where the Pig’s Union NJ Local 888 had only supplied 2 pigs at the home building contractor’s request. But the Union bosses, members of the NJ Mozzarella Crime Family, required the job site to hire a third pig to pad the payroll. The contractor was then forced to use sub-standard building materials and two of every three home built eventually fell. Over time the anecdotal rumor became an allegorical tale of unsafe building practices.