The Wisdom of Vonnegut

Vonnegut

Right now I’m reading Kurt Vonnegut’s GALAPOGOS.  I found a couple of interesting lines:

“Like so man other pathological personalities in positions of power …he might do almost anything on impulse, feeling nothing much.  The logical explanations for his actions, invented at leisure, always came afterwards.”

“Like most pathological personalities, Andrew MacIntosh never cared much whether what he said was true or not–and so he was tremendously persuasive.”

Remind you of someone?

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Start Your Engines

NASCAR-Logo

In case you missed it–and if the only thing you’ve been watching on TV lately is the Olympics, you have–there’s some sort of stock car race going on today.

All right, all right, it’s the big one, the Daytona 500.  I’d forgotten it was today.  NASCAR isn’t as popular in this part of the country as it is in the Evansville area.  Not too mention I’m more of Mario Kart fan myself.  (Jimmie Johnson has never fired a red shell at another racer.).

Back to the Olympics, the United States isn’t doing too well.  We’ve won ten medals, or fewer than 2 1/2 times those won by Norway.  And the TV ratings have fallen over the last Winter Olympics.

I think a couple of factors come in play when it comes to the ratings.  The lack of U.S. success (compared to other Olympics) are a big factor.  Another is this country is becoming a more Southern country.  The Rust Belt has been dying for years, and people are moving south.  It’s probably easier for a person living in Miami to identify more with NASCAR than skiing.

And I I’m certain no Norwegian will win at Daytona today.

 

 

25 Things About Myself

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I’m late to this “25 Things About Myself” deal.  But I was writing yesterday, and I couldn’t think of anything to write about.  So I thought I’d get rid of this old cliché.  So, without further ado:

  1. I love clowns!  I love their makeup, costumes (especially their big shoes), and their antics.
  2. I suffer from Asperger’s Syndrome.  People had always thought there was something wrong with me, but I didn’t exactly know what until about five years ago.
  3. I also suffer from cerebral palsy.  I have a speech impediment, and I go spastic sometimes.  My feet are also pigeon-toed.
  4. I’ve been to 16 states and one foreign country (Canada).
  5. I didn’t fly on a airplane until 2007, when I was 45 years old.  I flew from Evansville, Indiana, to Detroit.
  6. I live in or around Celina for most of the first 22 1/2 years of my life, from 1962 to 1985.  I then moved to the Evansville area, and lived there from 1985 to 2014.  Then I moved back to Celina and have lived there ever since.
  7. Both my parents are alive, though they’ve been divorced from each other since 1972.  After the divorce my father remarried.  The two of them have been together for 45 years.  My Mom also remarried soon after the divorce.  She’d remarried four times and been widowed three.
  8. The first dead human being I saw was my cousin Steve, who died in train wreck in 1978, when he was in his early 20s.  I saw his body displayed at the funeral home.  It scared me.
  9. I’m the middle of three boys.
  10. I have no sisters.
  11. My older brother has been married twice and divorced twice.  My younger brother married in 1991 and has been happily married ever since.
  12. My favorite TV show currently in production is The Big Bang Theory.  
  13. Sheldon Cooper is my favorite TV character.
  14. My all-time favorite shoe is An Age of Kings, a BBC adaptation of most of Shakespeare’s English history plays made in the early 1960s.
  15. Douglas Adams is one of my favorite authors.
  16. 42 is my favorite number.
  17. The last two facts are related.
  18. I also suffer from depression.
  19. Curly over Shemp.
  20. Joe Besser over Shemp.
  21. Curly Joe over Shemp.
  22. I am a gamer.  I play Strat-O-Matic sports game, particularly Strat-O-Matic Baseball.
  23. John over Paul.
  24. Brief over boxers.
  25. One of these days I’ll write another list of these.  Your have been warned.

 

 

Newt Gingrich’s Christmas Shoes

Note:  I originally posted this story of mine on my previous blog (dougputhoff.livejournal.com) in 2011.  I thought, considering the times in which we live, It bears reposting.  Feel free to replace Gingrich’s name with that of Lord Dampnut, Paul Ryan, or any other Republican.

Newt Gingrich’s Christmas Shoes (based on the song “The Christmas Shoes”)

 

One Christmas Eve New Gingrich was in a Walmart checkout line, buying the latest Ann Coulter book. In front of him stood a raggedly-clothed boy who looked no more than eight, holding a pair of women’s shoes.

When the boy reached the checkout counter, he gave the shoes to the clerk. Scanning the pricetag, she told the lad how much they cost. Quickly the boy’s face grew sad. He said to the clerk, “I don’t have enough money to buy these shoes.”

He looked at Gingrich. “Please, mister, can you give me some money to help buy these shoes?”

Gingrich answered, “I’m sorry, but that would make you dependent on outside assistance. Why don’t you get a job and earn the money to pay for the shoes?”

Instantly the boys face changed from sorrow to anger. A golden aura surrounded him. He began to grow. His tattered clothes became a robe of the whitest white with a purple sash around the waist. He grew a beard. Scars appeared on His hands and forehead. Gingrich dropped down to his knees. He knew Who was standing in front of him:

Jesus Christ.

The Savior looked sternly upon the kneeling Gingrich, then he said, “Whatever you do to the least of these, You do to Me.”

Next Jesus looked Heavenward. “Father, forgive him. He knows not what he does.”