Monday, August 31, 2009

The Erasure of Guilt

For many of us older folks, we have experienced a sense of guilt since elementary school. Whenever we didn't clean our plate, our parents quickly asked us to remember all the starving people in China. Either we finished the crap they were dishing out or we went to bed bearing this overwhelming guilt that someone on the other side of the world just died because we didn't finish our cauliflower. Well, there is no one in China any more. They are not in Taiwan. They are not in Chinatown. They are in Roanoke and they don't eat Chinese food. I went to Shoney's tonight for a quiet trip or trips to the food bar. Upon arrival, I found the restaurant full of all of these Chinese people. There was absolutely no food on the food bar other than a spoonful of macaroni and some wilted lettuce. I waited patiently for the next serving and it appeared within minutes. However, I immediately determined that I didn't want to endanger myself with these feeding piranha. I swear I saw one of them eat one of their own kids. As quickly as they came, they left. No food. All gone. Shoneys told me they had no more. All of a sudden I was cleansed of my near lifelong guilt. They Chinese had come, eaten, and were full. What a weight (no pun intended) off my shoulders along with you other oldsters. We have been set free!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Hollow Answer

The young punk told me that you will receive an email whenever a new post occurs on the blog. Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! That's what happened. It looks like Imol will need some more help. Thick fingers, you think?

The purpose of the blog, as I understand it, is the enlightenment of our youngers though right now the young punk is the only one who will possibly be enlightened. Something is wrong with the picture as he is the only one who actually has any idea about what's going on.
Good grief! Sex, drugs, and rock & roll all came easier than learning to blog. How will I know if anyone read this blog? Are you there imoljr? Are you there Shakes? How about young punk?

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