Because, when scanning British media, I cannot avoid scenes of obscenely rich members of the “royal” family meeting or pretending to comfort/sympathize with the less well-off of that society, especially the military, who do dumb and dangerous jobs for low pay and then are tossed aside, I cringe at the hypocrisy.
Occasionally, I think about how I would act and the the film Little Lord Fauntleroy comes to mind. I would not give away all my wealth, but I would share it with the less fortunate and would fight to improve the lot of the poor. That is not socialism or communism, that is compassion and charity...all the things hypocritical christians preach, but few practice, especially if one is posh and enjoys unearned wealth and privileges and thinks they are better because they were lucky to be born into a certain family.
All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher.
Today, I am angry about everything. If I had a gun, I’d probably shoot someone, because that is what does with a gun. Or? I don’t know where to begin, but I have this worthless blog to submit the unsuspecting to my rants.
I tried to make an appointment to have the tires changed. Winter never showed up, but we did have snow tires. Audi is a fine car, but their service organization is worthless. The bloody thing is too big. You call the Audi place and an operator takes your details--even if you bought the car there--and promises that someone will call back. Guess what?
Next, the cloud ate my document. All the garbage I planned to share with anyone foolish enough to waste time reading this gibberish is lost. Because my memory is worthless, I cannot repeat what I wrote.
The ice machine in the refrigerator jammed. I had to take it apart. What a pain. There are people in this world that do not even know what ice is, and I’m complaining...
I had to leave the house, which meant coming into contact with idiots. German roads are marked to the extreme, but people cannot even place their car between the lines of a parking space. Few understand the rules of a rotary, which is something new in this country. Defensive driving is the only way to survive. Once again, I wish I had had a gun....
I made the mistake of flipping through news channels and pausing on Fox News. If you want to torture me, don’t rely on waterboarding. The worst torture would be constant submission to the garbage spouted and the spouters.
I bought a miniature movie camera, the instructions of which are indecipherable. I can read them, but I cannot get the bloody thing to work. I managed to get footage, but cannot transfer the damn stuff to my computer. Simple instructions are not what simple instructions are supposed to be.
And, speaking of computers...
No, don’t get me started. Not in my current mood.
Actually, this is about a dog, but the asterisk of the early post also applies...
I have written about the stupidity of medals, especially those misused by royalty and dictators. (Is there is difference?). Well, I never expected that this absurdity could be topped, but the Brits have managed. I stumbled over this headline in today’s Telegraph:
Animal VC for Afghanistan sniffer dog
Army Labrador sniffer dog posthumously awarded the Dickin Medal
for saving "many lives" before she was killed in an ambush
I’m sure that this dog is very happy, because a medal is better than continued life. If the poor thing had lived, I’m sure that a nice bone would have been more welcome than a bit of thread and base metal. The fact that there is even a medal for dogs is suspect, but an equivalent to the equivalent of a medal of honor is even more ridiculous.
Like I wrote, barking...
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
nb. * That's English. Look it up
Men are either stupid or suckers.
Want proof? Just look at men’s fashion.
Every few years, the same basic items--pants, jackets, ties, shirts--are minimally altered by the “fashion industry” to lure men into buying new clothes...which they do not need. Doubt, ego, and desire to attract women--who read fashion magazines--drive purchases, not need. The few hold-outs are classed as old-fashioned, stupid, or insensitive (to the need of companies to make profit).
Neckties change their size like an accordion, from fat to thin. The same is true of jacket lapels. Now, pant legs are getting the same treatment. Shirt collars are another target.
Weird changes do not seem to take hold, such as the leisure suit tried in the 70s or business suits with Bermuda shorts. But, the fashion industry, helped by media that live from their ads, keeps trying to entice men to be “bold” and “with it”, ie. spend money on stupid stuff.
I learned early in life that women dress to look good, while men dress to avoid looking stupid. That explains why subtle changes work best: guys are afraid of looking different from the pack, but also want to appear to be hip.
I try not to be a slave to the fashion industry, but when buying new clothes one must take what’s on offer. My closet is full of clothes with different widths. Sometimes I look in fashion and sometimes out-of-date. I don’t care...even if my wife and children criticize me.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.