Sunday, September 25, 2016

Things I Think About

Here are a few things swirling around in my head....

I'm tired of this election.

In the words of Chris Rock, "Tied, Tied, Tied," of it.

I'll bet you are too.

It seems like it's gone on forever. Forever. I have a theory about that. Cable news has been on 24/7 for a good while now and I don't know if we are better off for it.  Since they're on all the time, every day starts with a hole you have to fill. And lots of times they fill it with things you've heard about the election and the candidates over.and.over.and.over.before.

It's not just them but the networks, the newspapers, the websites, and the blogs.

They've determined that breathless headlines about virtually nothing get eyeballs. And they do. I'm as guilty as everyone else in reading and viewing all this but I'm getting worn out. What do I mean getting? I've been worn out.

Another thing.

The next time you go grocery shopping, when you're checking out, glance at the magazines at the check out counter. People, Us, Talk, The National Enquirer, The Globe. There's many more but you get the drift. Okay, now look at the covers. Yeesh. They make me shake my head. I can't believe people buy this stuff and they buy it in droves.

They've been writing about Jennifer Anniston for years. For years. Not her fault. And now that Angelina and Brad have split, well, the magazines are like baying hounds on the scent. And that scent includes writing even more about Jennifer 'cause you see, Brad Pitt was married to Jennifer Anniston years ago before he was married to Angelina Jolie.

They think there has to be a connection.

Eye roll.

The Enquirer has on it's current cover that one presidential candidate will win the debate with a new secret plan. It says that the plan is inside the magazine. Now wouldn't you think if it were secret it wouldn't be inside The Enquirer inside a grocery store?

I'm just asking.

Last thing.

Now that summer's over here come the commercials for Christmas toys. I'm late to this party in saying this but when I was a kid all that began after Thanksgiving. Not so today. Since I have kids myself I see the commercials right along with them.

Griffin's pointed out, more than once, that the toys they're sure you should get are not so great. I've taught Miles to wait for the announcer to say,"Each sold separately." Sometimes you get a,"Batteries sold separately," as well. He  waits and slyly looks at me when the voice says that.

I feel sorry for kids today.

In between watching their shows on Disney or between Sponge Bob or between cartoons they get hammered to buy dreck. Parents have rooms full of toys that Little Johnnie played with.


Who said life is fair?

And those are some of the things I think about.

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