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Reality Is Not
What It Used To Be

By Jim Mortellaro
12-24-6

Twenty years ago something began to happen to us and to U.S. Something insidious, something strange. Families became single parent. Many became no parent, meaning both parents worked to give their kids more. More TV's, more cellphones, pagers, cars and such. Many families with both parents working had to do so simply because they were poor, earning minimum or close to minimum wage. This began shortly after the Reagan administration.
 
Following the first World Trade attack, the second World Trade Center attack, the attack on Afghanistan, Iraq and soon (or at least likely soon) Iran, Syria, North Korea undt zen ze VERLD, there will be peace on earth which itself, will be in pieces.
 
So what happened? I've written volumes on this subject with virtually no decent conclusions on just what the hell changed. Except for one thing.
 
Parents. Parents not parenting. I mean, it's either parents wanting (but not needing) more. They say it's for their kids. More of what they didn't have. Instead of one TV for the house, usually in the family room or living room, there is now a TV set in the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, family room and each bedroom. Some folks even have one in the John. Honest.
 
And so, for the children, more TV sets. Leaves more time for the kids to set themselves down in just about any room in the house without having to get up off their fat asses and exercise. Even the remote controls operate any other set in the house. Universal remote control.
 
How the heck did we survive having to actually get up off our asses to adjust the TV set is beyond me. What a drag that was, eh? And radios are a part of the mess too. AM radio, instead of Sergeant Preston of the Royal Canadian Police and his trusty dog Barf ... I mean ... King (Arf and WooF!) we have talk shows. Day in and day out. Each reeking out their own version of who is right, who is left and who is just plain stupid. If it's Sean Hannity, there is not one Democrat with any common sense or sense of patriotism. If it's a Liberal show, the opposite is truth. Not an honest Conservative out there.
 
We orally maim each other with words that cut and bleed the respect out of the 'other side.' Respect. One down and many more to go. And I wish they all would. Go, that is.
Add "reality TV" to the mix. People acting out their own version of reality, which in reality is nothing more than a peep show into the lives of morons. Now let's add the shows where people bare their souls on the tooob. They actually have real, honest to goodness fist fights right there in our living rooms. Bedrooms, dens, etc. And TV watchers lap it all up.
Then there are the made for TV movies and movies made for the movie theater. They still call it a 'theater.' Wonders will never cease. They too are reality based. Lotsa blood and guts, violence, sex, profanity where every other word begins with "F" and ends with "K!" This is reality? Not in my neighborhood. What about yours?
 
Now we introduce modern music. Music which Dylan relates to in the following way. Speaking about the quality of sound of the vinyl recording when compared with CD's and tape, Dylan says, "There hasn't been a music CD out there which deserves vinyl. It's just a mismatch of noise with nothing in between the noise. And that includes the lyrics. If one chooses to call the words 'sung' lyrics. Here's an example of one of the more intellectual lyrics of a famous rap tune:
 
"I'm gonna (blank) your momma until one of us drops ... " 
And there is:
"When I kill my first pig I'm not gonna eat him ... I hate the taste of donuts!"
 
Like that.
 
I paraphrased what Doctor Zimmerman said. He went on to say (on his talk radio show) that there are very few, if not none, young'ens out there who audited a vinyl recording. And even if they did, they could not distinguish the quality of vinyl over CD. Why? Simply because with modern youth type music, it wouldn't make a difference. And even if it did make a difference, young people today would not recognize the difference. Youth indeed is wasted on the young.
 
I cannot imagine that young people today were not alive when we walked on the moon for the first time, when JFK was assassinated, when Sputnik went up there. A cantaloup sized ball announcing the following message ... "Beep, beep, beep, beep ... " ad nauseum.
Where were our young people when ... well, forget it. Not their fault they were born too late. And it's not their fault that their teachers, their schoolbooks and such, lie like rugs when it comes to the truth about what happened when. Having said that, if these kids had parents to come home to in lieu of being nurtured at the mall with the skin heads they so admire, you know, the ones with a tattoo on their bare scalps which say something lewd or lascivious followed by a NAZI swastika to nail it all down, they would actually have some guidance. Not from a couselor but from a parent. A parent with enough time to get off their cellphones to actually COMMUNICATE with their kids.
 
I could go on but it wouldn't much matter. You see, no one is listening. They're all at the mall or watching reality TV.
 
"Reality." A rather interesting word, eh?
Jim Mortellaro, AKA, Morty
Email: Morty@MortysCabin.Net
URL: www.MortysCabin.Net


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