Sunday, August 28, 2016

Some Thoughts on the Passing Scene

Heathen dance at the beginning of school.
School has begun again and I find myself in a maelstrom of activity, making me think once again of Macbeth's lament, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Not that school is nothing. It's just the sound and fury at the start that makes me wish for quieter days.

I started my new job in charge of yet another K-12 school with the high hopes that we can save some of the present generation from the ignorance broadcast through the public school system.

The college where I teach (now part time) also fired up its fall semester, so it has been a busy few weeks.

I also spend my days recruiting students for a program that allows folks who, for whatever reason, haven't had the chance to finish college. The program sets them on a pathway toward gaining a college education and degree.

The other day, a sixty-thousand dollar BMW X5 passed me while I was driving to work. It sported a bumper sticker that said, "Bernie - We the People - Not We the Rich." I can not imagine the mentality of people who can drive a car worth three times as much as mine, who think that other people are rich, not them. (I also cannot fathom what mental gymnastics people have to go through in order to think that the government will "take care of them." But that problem has been around for a long time.)

Long live the socialist state with its BMW X5's! Now, where's mine?

Hillary's designer came from North Korea.
Like many of you, I saw the photos of Hillary sporting her latest over-priced outfit that looks like a North Korean prison guard uniform (or an oven mitt, I can't decide), and I came to the obvious questions once again.

If Hillary were a man, would the press actually support her as a candidate for president of the US? If she were a Republican, would she have even made it off the starting blocks toward nomination?

Of course, the answer is no. But these lapses in fashion judgment bring these questions to the forefront.

The wife and I went to see the latest live screening of Rifftrax spoofing one of the best old sci-fi movies of all time. (By best, I actually mean worst.) We watched Mothra with amazement and more than a little giggling.

There's something about bad sci-fi movies that speak to my soul. Perhaps it's the deep plots or the fine characterization. Perhaps it's just the wonton destruction. Whatever the reason, we laughed a lot and enjoyed ourselves.

Come to think of it, we enjoyed this movie a lot more than the summer fare of new movies.