The right perspective.

[Gramps]

Time and again I note discouraged posters comment they might leave the roost because it's seemingly stacked one way or the other.

This is my take on that because I've been there and done that.

If you have something better to do, do it. If you feel you're wasting your time conveying your opinions you probably are. If you doubt anyone from the opposition cares what you think your right, they don't.

If you are 86 years of age and are still able to post with reasonable expression, you're too old to cut the mustard any longer but still like how its flavor enhances most every topic on the menu and the real question isn't asking how you're intending to vote in November's election but whether, or not, you'll still be alive to cast a ballot WHAT YOU HAVE IS ME!

I can't speak for others. Go stand facing your mirror and ask the person you see if it's worth the agonizing to even compete in such a partison forum. You see, even he or she cannot reply without a prompt from you.

Technology has probably doomed mankind. For centuries on end an old Chinese saw, saying "a picture is worth ten thousand words", was considered a barometer. How many words then are wasted every moment of any passing day by photo snappers capturing pics with cell phones just to amuze themselves? Awesome, ain't it?

Every person should be entitled to his or her own brand of misery and if PJ's is your preference enjoy it. Evidently misery does love company if you consider how many people are hooked on boards such as these. I am not "hooked". I am not! No way! How do I know? I asked the guy in the mirror and he had nothing to offer. Is silence not golden? Oops! I forgot about those cell phones that have replaced family discussions at the supper table.

Ho-hum!

Gramps

 

[GordonGecko]

Oh, it's okay, Gramps....this is just the 21st Century version of "sitting around the barber shop, chewing the fat".

 

[ya-ta-hey]

Mr. Gramps,

Not only that, when you were a boy, you had to walk 10 miles to school, every day, in two feet of snow, even in summer, up hill both ways, but only first after you had milked all the cows, fed all the chickens, plowed six acres, and slopped the pigs.

Hey you kids, get offen Gramps lawn! I know who you are, billy jones!

 

[Doc]

Gamps...yer a wise man!

Thanks for the Civil wisdom you provide ups with!

 

[Friday13]

The right perspective.

Looks like you have it, Gramps. Thanx.

 

[Gramps]

Actually, I walked three miles to school, 2-1/2 if I cut across fields and we did rain, shine or snow and it was no uphill either direction. I was too young, so said my dad, to milk cows, I was told to feed the chickens, never plowed an acre because we lost the farm before I was old enough (again, in my dad's opinion) to handles a team of horses, but I did slop hogs, and dig potatoes with a spading ford, and cut firewood and help my mom weed the garden. My brother and I churned the butter once a week, ran the separator, and still found time to take a bath on Saturdays so we wouldn't stink in church Sunday mornings. My name was on the cradle roll at the church and in case you don't know about cradle rolls order a copy of Will Munday, A Reluctant Warrior and read all about cradle rolls and how important they were to a buddy of mine during
WWII.

People from my generation weren't all bullshitters. We never had it so good. Ask any of today's young sprouts if they even know what slop fed to pigs consists of, or how many eggs a chicken lays each day. Oh, that topic is also covered in the Will Munday yarn when a city boy tried to make a fool of a country boy and got put in his place.

Have a nice day and enjoy my lawn. My neighbors do.

Gramps

Mr. Gramps,

Not only that, when you were a boy, you had to walk 10 miles to school, every day, in two feet of snow, even in summer, up hill both ways, but only first after you had milked all the cows, fed all the chickens, plowed six acres, and slopped the pigs.

Hey you kids, get offen Gramps lawn! I know who you are, billy jones!