Thursday, October 8, 2009

Tonight, welcome folks!

How's that? Sounds friendly, “Welcome to you all, folks!” doesn’t it?
Regionally that might sound a bit too familiar or corny.
But down south that’s just plain nice to hear.

We as Americans who all supposedly speak the same language surely have a tough time communicating at times with one another, true?

Some would think with the advent of TV, which I have noticed somewhat there are people that have no longer any accents from their region, but of course many still do.

It would appear that in most transient states; such as Florida, Arizona and California, with what I call transplants from other areas that is the main cause for the homogenization of the indigenous verbal non-differences becoming widespread.

I suppose the heartland or what most would call the mid-west is where the most unique language would be utilized. I also noticed that years ago most mid country peeps taught there children to have very nice manners, and say yes ma’am and sir too. Youngsters (boys) opened doors for all females. Or could that just have been in the era of the1960’s that I am recalling?

Now I do know that in many southern and western states that guns are a welcome part of the home utilities; many people hunt and find them useful for that sport, and eat what they shoot. And it has not been unusual for young boys and girls to be taught the proper handling of such weapons from an early age. But for some reason I winced when a five year old accompanied by his proud father and mother all boldly smiling and bragging on this effort of the child who they showed just the head of his kill, which was a fourteen foot alligator appeared on the Today Show this past weekend. They happened to be from Texas, if that has anything to do with it? Is it me? Or is it the fact that a FIVE year old using a gun seems odd and wrong to anyone else?
I hate to put a damper on this child’s natural ability that made his two parents seem as proud of their son as if he won the Nobel Peace Prize or the likes, which to me would have been a great reasoning for pride, but this? It seemed just way too weird and horrible to me. I would love to hear some feedback on this.

Remember that Christmas movie that the child wanted a Beebe gun, and his parents kept telling him it could take his eye out? Well, I was definitely more like that Mom. Guns scare me. I always thought during my petite years that if I had one for protection it could have been taken easily away from me and used against me. That’s why I could never see any use for them. Far as hunting goes I couldn’t see eating Bambi or Porky, and so that wasn’t my thing either.
I felt shooting off my camera lens at those critters was a better idea.
Although, I have been known to fish, but even if the rod misfires you can still pretty much make it out of that situation alive, but with hooks in this or that as a possibility. But we still have been known to catch and release and take photographs of those fishes too!

I guess it could be my remembrance of Western TV Shows as a child growing up in the fifties and sixties; we all played cowboys and Indians in those days. Good guys and bad guys and the so-called good guys were the ones who killed the bad guys, horrors now when I think about that, same game with cops and robbers and army or war. Death was always a game not a reality in our childhoods, and so when real killing occurs it does give me the willies. Inner city kids deal with that reality everyday. It just seems wrong for it to be considered a sport, like baseball, hockey or something, doesn’t it? Violence in video games is not reality, but psychiatrist believes it attributes to childhood violence. I beg to differ none of my friends who played those good guy/bad guy games grew up to kill as far as I know. I believe it is the reality of killing that promotes violence, and parents misguiding children into thinking a gun is a necessary part of life, but that’s just me.

Change of topic: We did go out today and did many errands in case you were wondering with my side stepping my own reality with this jabberwocky of mine, but common place things aren’t as interesting, true?

PS Casey the cat is hanging in there.

Good night to all and to all take care, be safe, and count those blessings and I will try harder to find mine; they have to be around here somewhere.

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