Who out there loves the type of sweets that come in a little package for 50 cents and contain loads of sugar, trans-fats and assortments of unpronounceable chemicals?
You know which ones I’m talking about — ho ho’s, Twinkies, Star Crunches, Oatmeal Cream Pies — the good stuff that shoots straight to your blood vessels and brain, clogging your arteries with gooey goodness.
I loved all that stuff. There’s something to be said for stopping in at a gas station, buying two oatmeal cream pies for $1, sandwiching them together, eating them in a matter of minutes and washing it all down with a chocolate milk, also purchased at the gas station.
Many of the problems our country faces seem to stem from polarization and a refusal to be responsible consumers of news.
Maybe all news pieces should contain clear warning labels like the one in this headline. Something along the lines of a parental advisory to warn the unwitting public if something is true news, news sprinkled with opinion or straight-up opinion.
Nah, that would be a violation of what the First Amendment is all about, so it should be avoided. Even if the lines between opinion and news are blurred lets just hope common sense prevails.
It is the opposite of love and that’s all that needs to be said.
Before I get to caught up in thoughts on hatred’s ugly manifestations, let me say that I hate digital jukeboxes in bars. They don’t even deserve to be called jukeboxes, a term originally attached to sex, because there is absolutely nothing sexy about them.
Can you picture The Fonz stepping up to that flat computer on the wall and leaning on it? I didn’t think so. There’s nothing to lean on – and forget watching him hit it to get a song to play – if you hit that screen on the wall it will just go blank.
Not everything needs to transform into a word with the letter ‘i’ in front of it. As I stepped up to a jukebox in a local establishment recently, it was as if I was standing in front of a three-foot by three-foot smart phone.