Is It Fall Back Or Fall Flat On Your Face?

Frost is officially on the pumpkin!

As an addendum to recent entries, I’d like to mention that early this morning, the growing season in Andalusia, Pa., and surrounding areas ended for another year. Temps reached below freezing for the first time since last spring, thereby halting any more frost warnings from the National Weather Service until next March.

Secondly, the Yanks and the Dodgers will have to wait for another baseball season to make it to the World Series, as the Washington Nationals battled it out with the Houston Astros and won, becoming this year’s world champions.

Thirdly, the salt line in the Delaware River on October 28th was 5 miles upstream of its normal location for October.

Fourthly, my weight is holding fast at 225 pounds (102 kilograms/16 stone, 1 pound), with 25 more (11 kg/1 stone, 11 pounds) to shed before reaching my diet’s goal. I’ve fallen off the wagon a few times with Entenmanns’ goodies.

My bathroom scale is in the kitchen, on which I weigh myself daily to make sure I haven’t backslid any since the last reading. One thing I’ve learned is to check my weight after having taken my morning constitution, to put it euphemistically. That way, I’m certain to be a couple of pounds lighter. Yeah, I know, too much info!

I can’t wait for Tuesday, Election Day in the U.S., to be over. I’m sick and tired of sorting through all the junk sent in the mail by both the Democratic and Republican Parties with their perpetual mudslinging. Don’t tell me how the opposing party’s candidates have taken a dump in the middle of the road. Tell me how you are going to clean it up! Sorry for being gross, but that’s the way I feel.

I’m also tired of being politically correct all the time. People nowadays become offended too easily. I think it’s all Social Media’s fault. Before the Internet, people were more civil to each other, it seems.

Probably folks were too chicken back then for saying to someone’s face, what they write today on Twitter or Facebook, being most of the trolls do so anonymously, much easier that way to put somebody down, which has made most people so defensive.

One can’t say anything in jest without having the Social Media Police breathing down your neck. John Cleese of Monty Python fame put it succinctly in an AARP interview, where he was asked if Monty Python would get away with their humor in the current politically correct environment. He responded:

Probably not. But we were pushing it pretty hard in those days. Because the ’60s and ’70s were pretty stuffy.

What’s political correctness about? It’s about not offending people. Does that mean that you can’t challenge other people’s ideas? That’s exactly what should happen in a university environment. It’s like you’re having a lovely party and down the stairs comes the maiden aunt. So, everybody behaves in a very restrained way to avoid upsetting the maiden aunt. So, the question is: Do we want standards of offending people to protect the touchiest, weakest and most self-serving, or the reasonably robust who don’t take themselves too seriously?

John Cleese from AARP Bulletin, October 2019

Lastly, here’s something that has been bothering me. Why do many people with whom I correspond wait for sometimes several days to respond to an e-mail, or tweet on Twitter, when I know they had read my message right away, soon as their Internet device’s tone alerted them my communication had arrived in their virtual in-box?

How do I know that? I’ve either seen them in real life checking out their smartphones constantly, or have noticed their immediate responses to other Social Media notices on their respective platforms.

Is there a time limit imposed before answering me, like there is for being sociably late to a party? A quick response would be nice. Also, any response from those who never respond at all would be the cat’s whiskers.

OK, I feel much better now. Don’t forget to change you clocks back, if you hadn’t already. The extra hour of sleep for many is great, but it doesn’t make up for how dark it’s going to seem at 5:30 p.m. on Sunday evening.

Thanks for stopping by to read another tirade, and for your continued support.

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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