Quite some time ago (time moves too fast anymore to pinpoint just how short or long it's been since) a birdlike lady in a red hat at a park on some random partly cloudy spring day said to me, and I quote, "Stick your finger in your ass and sing.. Ting-a-ling-a-loo.."
I looked at her, feigning a smile just to be polite, but in the moment nothing came to mind to put that into context. Not from this petite senior citizen. Neither humor nor derision ..or anything in between. Think.. I could even put our brief conversation into context and still.. no lexicon of mine own grasp.
The lady was nOt Betty White. She was more like Mrs. Pfile, my 5th grade (cursive) teacher. Rigid.
So I set it aside. Accepted quickly that it checks no box for me. And that was that.. Until.. this (and years of stuff like it) brought perspective.
•• https://youtu.be/cpfHCSRIRf4?feature=shared ••
(Via laptop I had video share [dbis code] down to a science. No sweat. By way of smartphone (?) I don't have a clue. Any help will be graciously appreciated.)
🌅 Here's to a 2024 that isn't goosestepped in ..or post-nuclear. We rreeaally aRe better than all that. We aRE! YOu know we aRe. We've been philosophically sound for centuries. Literally capable of self-governing (for the most part). Just not safe from the malignant and, umm, hilariously highfalutin (yet functional) marketing techniques of d#ckheads that keep us in a farfetched state of under thumb. Hey whuh?
