Blog #57
Have you done your taxes yet? They’re due April 15th, you
know. Well, not really, because April 15th
is Sunday, so the due date will be pushed to Monday, April 16th. But wait, April 16th is
Emancipation Day. Emancipation
Day celebrates the day when Lincoln freed 3,100 slaves living in the District
of Columbia. Remember Lincoln? He’s on the penny. All the Federal workers in DC are off on
Monday. So I guess your taxes are due
Tuesday. No, no, hold on – Tuesday is National
Bat Appreciation Day (look it up!), and no-one’s going to leave their
house on a day like that. So I guess
it’s Wednesday, except that Wednesday is National Animal Crackers Day, and
no-one who celebrated Emancipation Day is going to file their taxes on a day
dedicated to Crackers. Well, shoot! Don’t file your taxes at all. Nobody cares about your damn taxes anyway. Certainly not your politicians.
Our society has changed so much it is as
unrecognizable as Aunt Sally after her third facelift. Just think about this – the Supreme Court has
ruled that a state cannot regulate video-game
violence because of Free Speech rights.
But California and other states are banning toys in Happy Meals because
they entice children to eat “bad” food. So,
apparently, it is ok for 10-year-olds to spend hours a day online training how
to slaughter people with automatic weapons as long as they’re not eating
Chicken McNuggets while they do it. Have
I misstated the case? What have we
become?
Now I heard a story that
a watchdog group is lobbying McDonalds to get rid of its Ronald McDonald
character, saying the clownish Ronald is attractive to kids and makes them want
to go to McDonalds to eat. Isn’t that
the point? No, says the group, not when the
food is loaded with fat and calories and altogether bad juju. They’re asking that Ronald at least tell the
truth. Here’s the new ad:
Come visit us at Mickey D’s
And try our McFatso with Cheese
The new Crappy Meal
Will make the kids squeal
And fill them with McCalories.
Would you like fries with
that? Listen up, Mothers out there,
Ronald McDonald or Happy Meal toys mean nothing if you don’t drive your kids there.
And if you’re too much of a softy to say no to your kids, don’t blame
Ronald. Lighten up. Have a Big Mac.
I know you think I talk
about McDonald’s a lot. Well, I’m there
every morning -- alone, in the corner, sipping a Diet Coke all by myself and
reading some old, dusty book. Hugh
Hefner would have been jealous.
The NFL has announced a
new rule for next season which forbids helmet-to-helmet tackling. By the way, the NFL is the National Football
League for those of you who have lived inside a pistachio all your life. I have been telling the NFL for years how to
stop this kind of tackling – outlaw helmets!
A player without a helmet will never tackle with his head first. Guaranteed!
Ok, that last paragraph
was for my guy readers. But I have
another great idea for my girl audience.
Wardrobe History Tags.
Attached to the hanger holding that cute little black dress will hang
one of my Wardrobe History Tags, a small, round, smart, voice-analytic
device. We’ll call her Dressy. When you pick out what you’re wearing
tonight, just press the button and say, “Dressy, I’m going to Tony’s tonight
with Fred and Ethel Mertz.” Dressy
will respond, “Hello, Carol. You wore this
dress to Tony’s last November, but you’ve never worn it with Fred and
Ethel. It’s ok to wear it tonight. Try those little black boots with the silver
buckles. The pink nail-polish will look
fabulous!”
I know I’m in trouble with the ladies because I said
the NFL bit was for the guys. Yes,
girls, I realize that some of you, like my daughter Jennifer, are big football
fans. Sorry I insulted you. I’m pretty sure, however, that the chances
that one of my male readers will have any interest in the Wardrobe Tags
is about the same as Stormy Daniels being appointed Secretary of State.
You know that I don’t drink. But that doesn’t prevent me from giving you
some rock n roll lyrics about alcoholic beverages. You like quizzes, don’t you? Humor me.
Here are the lyrics. Remember,
the songs are about alcohol. Answers
later.
1. Who
lost his jigger of salt?
2. Where
did the Captain say they hadn’t had those spirits here since 1969?
3. Good
ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye, but what were they singing?
4. When
the microphone smelled like a beer, what did the piano sound like?
5. I
met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis.
Random news: In New York, a man was convicted of
second-degree murder for killing his father and hiding the body in the
basement. And that’s only second-degree?
What would make it first-degree, I wonder?
If he made the old man go to a Blue-Man Group concert first? What could be more fun than a concert that
starts out with a man spitting Cheerios in your face and ends with your being
strangled with toilet paper?
More random news: The
First Episcopal Church in Ocala, FL completed the installation of an 80-foot
high white metal cross on its grounds that doubles as a cell-phone tower. Can you hear me now, Jesus?
There’s a new movie called Chappaquiddick. If you look at the legally required cautions,
you will find a PG-13 rating followed by these exact words: Thematic
Material, Disturbing Images, Some Strong Language, And Historical Smoking. I’ve never heard that Historical Smoking
warning before, but someone has determined that smoking is bad for children to
watch. It’s probably bad for the actors
as well. I have always wondered why they
have to show the actors smoking. Yes, we
all did it back in the 50s and 60s, but the story would not be changed if we
eliminated the smoking, would it? I
mean, he didn’t burn the girl to death with his cigarette butt. And don’t give me the argument about
historical accuracy. That didn’t seem to
bother anybody when the show Hamilton
made George Washington black.
It’s time to
leave now. Here are your answers to the
lyrics questions:
1. Jimmy
Buffet – Margaritaville
2. Hotel
California. (Eagles)
3. Bye
Bye Miss American Pie. (Don McLean).
4. A
carnival. (Piano Man, Billy Joel)
5. Honky
Tonk Woman. (Rolling Stones)
Stay well, count
your blessings. See you next week. Oh, and no historical smoking.
Michael Send
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