Not to change the topic or anything, but thought perhaps it was about time to post our last page of 2017 and send the old year out with a Bang… er, BOOT… as a few unwise no-goods learn a bit too late, not to mess with the Bunny…
And as this is new year’s eve – for those of us in the Los Angeles area, we all can look forward to listening to the annual KUSC New Years Bash… That’s our local Classical Music Station – tonight instead of Beethoven, Mozart, Rimsky and/or Korsakov, they’ll typically be playing several hours of musical comedy records until midnight when they play a Goon show followed by the entire “Stan Freberg presents the United States of America” album… An’ Y’know, it probably wouldn’t hurt everyone in the U- S- of A to listen once again to, “Stan Freberg presents the United States of America”, to kind’a remind us all, what it’s all about…
Aw, gee… once more Katz gets to demonstrate his fancy Fred Astaire dance moves… the Contusions and Concussions Can-Can, the Bangs and Bruises Bugaloo and the Mixed Mayhem Meringue… Gotta love his wicked rhythm… and from Bunz’s impatient expression, I can just imagine her next words: “Hey, can you just speed it up a bit, Katz? We’re not being paid for THIS gig, y’know!”
I’m glad that Thugs 1 through 4 didn’t yet mess up Bunz new outfit. Or rob her cash. But among M.’s rough friends was one fellow easily of size XXXL solid muscle on top of muscle very low on fat. His mere grip might be enough to break bone. Call him TA if you will. But what most people don’t notice, and that I did was that he also had a measured IQ of 135. I said to TA that the Bible and the Koran (that he knows by heart) and other cultural resources might have failed him, but it doesn’t matter “because as fortune would have it — ‘you’ve got me!'” That was the beginning point of winning him over to become a true friend of M. I got him (a 17 times looser) to point out to M. to listen to my words — “and stop destroying himself from the inside”. That perhaps a change for both TA and M. I put TA’s IQ to work to actually solve one of M’s legal/domestic problems. Why waste a rare resource? He is on social media fights — but this might be a greater fight to win. All of you matter. The lazy assumption is that you don’t.
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Not to change the topic or anything, but thought perhaps it was about time to post our last page of 2017 and send the old year out with a Bang… er, BOOT… as a few unwise no-goods learn a bit too late, not to mess with the Bunny…
And as this is new year’s eve – for those of us in the Los Angeles area, we all can look forward to listening to the annual KUSC New Years Bash… That’s our local Classical Music Station – tonight instead of Beethoven, Mozart, Rimsky and/or Korsakov, they’ll typically be playing several hours of musical comedy records until midnight when they play a Goon show followed by the entire “Stan Freberg presents the United States of America” album… An’ Y’know, it probably wouldn’t hurt everyone in the U- S- of A to listen once again to, “Stan Freberg presents the United States of America”, to kind’a remind us all, what it’s all about…
Aw, gee… once more Katz gets to demonstrate his fancy Fred Astaire dance moves… the Contusions and Concussions Can-Can, the Bangs and Bruises Bugaloo and the Mixed Mayhem Meringue… Gotta love his wicked rhythm… and from Bunz’s impatient expression, I can just imagine her next words: “Hey, can you just speed it up a bit, Katz? We’re not being paid for THIS gig, y’know!”
I’m glad that Thugs 1 through 4 didn’t yet mess up Bunz new outfit. Or rob her cash. But among M.’s rough friends was one fellow easily of size XXXL solid muscle on top of muscle very low on fat. His mere grip might be enough to break bone. Call him TA if you will. But what most people don’t notice, and that I did was that he also had a measured IQ of 135. I said to TA that the Bible and the Koran (that he knows by heart) and other cultural resources might have failed him, but it doesn’t matter “because as fortune would have it — ‘you’ve got me!'” That was the beginning point of winning him over to become a true friend of M. I got him (a 17 times looser) to point out to M. to listen to my words — “and stop destroying himself from the inside”. That perhaps a change for both TA and M. I put TA’s IQ to work to actually solve one of M’s legal/domestic problems. Why waste a rare resource? He is on social media fights — but this might be a greater fight to win. All of you matter. The lazy assumption is that you don’t.