Not the Land of Milk and Honey
What do you think of when you heard that American is the land of milk and honey? I think horseshit, that's what I think. Back in the day you could rest assured that America was prosperous enough to earn that moniker but no more. Unemployment rate in double digits. Scads of home foreclosures. Children living in squalor and suffering from malnutrition. Need I go on? This is not the America we used to know.
But you could think of the new America in different terms. Change milk and honey to fat and sodium. Plenty of that stuff going around. Check any food container label or the nutritional analysis of the fast good that you choke down two or three times a week. Loaded with salt. Loaded with fat. Or America could be referred to as being the land of Pork and Corruption. But milk and honey we are not. What's happened to us?
During the time of Milk and Honey movies used to be worth seeing. They even had a message for the audience or a moral. Gone. I'm thinking that films made today reflect our culture, our society, who we are as Americans. That's a pretty sad state if films are used as the stick to measure who we are.
Then there's music. Music today focuses on and play to the idiots of our culture. Most musicians can carry a tune unless there's a bunch of F bombs in the lyrics. Lowbrow shit. Nobody is writing music that's going to endure the test of time - like was written during the Milk and Honey period.
Then I read today about a criminal on trial in Florida for Lord knows what. So that the jury doesn't get the wrong idea on who this guy is the court has hired a makeup artist to cover up some of the tattoos on him - like the Swastika on his neck for one. If I were the judge I'd want the jury to know everything about the scumbag and not protect him. Geeze. Points out that who you are is defined not only by the company that you keep but also on the tatt's you put on your body. The makeup artist is your tax dollars at work and what a waste that is.
Enough of counting my blessings. Have an LOL on Bob while you're at it.