Serious is Not a Four Letter Word
Seriously now, time to get serious. I don’t care about what and I don’t care about who, but I do care about when (now), where (right here—generic “here” implied)… why should be obvious.
Every parent knows when to take their child seriously, when to take them with a grain of salt and when to take them aside for a serious conversation regarding their less than spectacular performances. Well if ever there was a need to apply that to everyday life right here in these United States, Burbank and Toluca Lake, it is now.
Let me give you an example. I’m listening to Mr. Mark Levin on the radio today. Now, those of you familiar with this man’s loud bellicosity and insults understand that this act, while profitable, lacks the aptitude that should come from one granted three hours a day on the public airwaves. Now, many of you agree with him and you certainly have that right, although I hope his apoplectic manner is not one you share. Today, however, Mr. Levin typified the need to get serious when he exemplified the poverty of intelligent conversation by comparing his bellowing idiocy to the Legend of Paul Revere. Seriously? (Seriously not!) Yes he actually imagines his insults and out of control screaming are the equivalent to Paul Revere’s (or Israel Bissell’s if you prefer) loud warnings to the colonists of the advance of the British Army. (I will now pause for laughter).
I could fill volumes on the health care debate alone (and just from today) but it is not only on a national scale where serious has become a four letter word. For instance, our children, or more to the point, your children. Now I have commented in past columns of the need for adults to behave like… well, adults when behind the wheel of their automobiles—be they on the freeway or the parking lot of the local market. Well, we all know that isn’t going to happen so the next best thing to do is to seriously protect ourselves. Now this seems simple enough a concept but oddly it is not. Now, people crossing like they have the right to in the crosswalk of your local market may seem like a no brainer but only if you want to risk those same brains sudden exposure to daylight. Now, with the exception of those of us on the phone with Steven Spielberg (aren’t they all), those of us who intend to live to a ripe, old age take the proper precautions. It really is the job I agreed to when I made the decision to cross a traffic lane. Now (and this is important), if I have children with me, I have another very serious job to see to it in the matter that God intended that the children are where he intended them to be, which is at most, arm’s length in front of me or better still at my side holding my hand. Good Lord even elephants know to walk trunk to tail. But what did I see (again) today? A parent strolling up to the store with their roughly four-year-old, 28” tall child sauntering some eight feet behind them. Now this is one of many parents whose own brains may not accidentally see daylight but clearly their gray matter has never seen oxygen either. Time to get serious here folks and think (literally) for a living.
If granted the space, I could go on and fill the remainder of this week’s paper with the observations made just today. Let’s face it, we have literally substituted our gift of thought for the convenience of transforming our lives into a supermarket tabloid filled with lots of the absurd but none of the substance that is supposed to separate us from those who can‘t tell crucial from cr*p and sacred from silly.
Today, as a nation, we are locked up like two Big-horned Sheep that have locked horns because somehow we believe that banging our heads together leads to solutions. Clearly, however, from politics to the local market, this collective lack of getting serious is going to cost us—be it our child today or their world tomorrow.
Seriously folks, time to get serious.
Lloyd E. Flyer is a freelance writer and may be contacted through the “Tolucan Times” or at Alternateangle@pacbell.net.