
Looking over various videos has left me wanting for something that isn't that schlock residue of the progeny of our generation of burger flippers cultivated in the leftist muck of the public education system.
Perhaps I'm just on the wrong end of history but the day hip hop lyrics and their forced meter and rhyme scheme coupled with imagery which can only be characterized as 21st century drug culture is simply more than I care to bear.
And then there is the nepotism of the children of various performers whose fifteen minutes has already gone by ... supposedly imparting their imagined talent to those blank expressioned wailing shaven head miscreant emancipated minor offspring.
Anyway when I see the heads of their audience swaying to and fro like they actually enjoy that nothingness it leaves me with few hopes for the future.
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Recalling interactions with my father he likewise had generational issues. I attributed them all to the culture in which he was raised compared to that in which I found myself being dragged from navy town to navy town hoping to find that never to be attained nirvana ...
However, he had his crosses to bear as do I. Those who follow likely will cause consternation among some from which they arise.
I suppose it's all in the circle of life and it's completion is fraught with those pitfalls associated with growth ... and sometimes a total lack thereof.
We blame the millennials. The millennials blame the boomers. I for one decline to accept any blame for I succeeded where so many of you have failed. 'Tis absolutely no satisfaction however.
I would have preferred never learning of the deep state, shadow government and evil democratic party who would take the wealth of the world for their own use and have the worker pay the shirker and worse.
Like I said, we all have our crosses to bear.
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Herbert Butros Khaury aka Tiny Tim American Musician, Musical Archivist April 12, 1932 – November 30, 1996 |
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A number of things will trigger a blog entry from me. One of those is a performance which affects me profoundly. In 1997 I watched a movie called "Rosewood" which was a dramatization of a racist lynch mob attack on an African-American community in Florida circa 1923. The criminal element in the town led to the murder of way too many good people for nothing. The one redeeming white person in the thing was Jon Voight as John Wright, who helped those oppressed victims escape the lyinchings which were running rampant. Don Cheadle as Sylvester Carrier escaped the murders by riding in the coffin of his Aunt Sarah portrayed by Esther Rolle and Ving Rhames portrayed Mann, who escaped by virtue of his savvy and superhuman strength. At the end, when the Don Cheadle character was collecting his thoughts regarding his escape and the heavy price paid for that deliverance he was weeping for Aunt Sarah who was a sweet person who harmed no one. That moment caused me to cry with him and I tried to remember that it was all theater and I shouldn't be so tender in my thoughts, especially given the callous nature of my lifestyle otherwise ... Existing in a technical college environment will make you that way. What a horrible place it was. So from that time in my life I have been able to relate to Don Cheadle as a thespian and a person and I will consider watching anything in which he may be performing because of the effect Rosewood had on me and that callous streak I carried for so long. Donald Frank Cheadle Jr was born November 29, 1964 and his career has been that of actor, author, and director. He brings a humanity to his roles that cannot be ignored by anyone who has faced adversity in their existence. Today is his birthday. Happy birthday to you ! |
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![]() Robert Francis Kennedy November 20, 1925 - June 6, 1968 |
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