What is it good for?
(unless, you don’t have any)
First nation folk developed their own means of exchange.
In USA 5th grade social studies texts, little people, like myself, heard the condescending explanation that a worthless, semi-desert, pain in the tush to canoe over, island, was handed over by gullible-indians to Dutch colonial types for a few cases of beads. (Retail in Amsterdam about $24 Dutch Kroner. Or 24 million in 2020 dollars)
And so, New York, Manhattan, Island, where now 1000s are dying every day, April 1, 2020, proves the adage:
there is no fool…
Greater than an april fool!
Unless, you have a pink elephant in command getting his jollies over the misery going along the streets of his home town,
Thus, bringing horrible suffering to the snobby descendants of dutch masters cigar makers, who showed no respect for the poor little rich boy, now, unable to resist at least a gloat.
So sayeth the pink elephant, “Money, you can’t take it with you. And our country needs the money right now…”
He/she who laughs last…
What goes around, comes around…
Revenge, a dish best served cold!
At WWII concentration camps, confused jewish prisoners, dragging out their dead humankind from gas chambers over to the lime pits, heard the peals of laughter from the guards in uniform…
“What’s so funny to those Nazi-goons keeping their distance from this pathetic human stench?”
It’s called a “Gallows sense of humor.” Or laugh at death, if he laughs with you? You get another day…
Laughs at you? Make your final arrangements…
It’s chemically, humanly, impossible to be angry, and laugh at the same time.
Norman Cousins published a book describing how he stood up to his stage-four cancer (death sentence) by watching every funny silent movie comedy from the great’s of their era like:
Charles Chaplin, English communist,
Fatty Arbuckle, convicted child raper of a 13 year old
Al Jolson, selling “darkly toothpaste” for a whiter smile
Carol Lombard, before killing herself over a “one and only” had drpped her for a less controlling witch, with a capital B.
I predict, in my never humble opinion, one day American History textbooks will devote about 12-13 pages to the year, 2020.
The pages will be borrowed from the 12- 13 pages we now devote to the war of 1812, fought in 1813. (trick question on old-fashion history-teacher tests.)
In the 1700s, the new colonial governments were tangled in a love triangle:
the french guy wanted to trade beads
the native semi-naked lady wanted her warrior to bring in the deer, or bacon, if that’s all he could scrounge,
and then there was the german King, sitting on his royal privy, and tut-tuting he should have complete CONTROL, and thereby, OWN, everything in sight, in order to better rule BRITANNIA or its another way of saying…
The sun never sets on the British JACK! or…
There’s a yardarm somewhere in case…
You’re the one with an over-fondness for a morning “wake-me-up” tequila sunrise, or morning tonic & gin, or both..
Understand something! Once upon a time in showbusiness the drunk got the biggest laugh!
Exaggerated portrayal of drunk-behavor, was the most common belly laugh in show-business from the Shakespearean Stratford on Avon, right up to the digital brats declared what was “Politically-correct.”
GEE! THAT’S JUST SO DAMNED IMPORTANT NOW THAT A THIRD OF US ARE AT DEATH’S DOOR! GET OVER IT
The pilot episode of the Dick van Dyke show has a cast of characters that made their original living from the stage.
In NY, all around the cities that we now think of as “The Greater Metropolitan Area.” Actors thrived on small stages doing their little stage acts which became to be called Vaudeville.
Is anyone laughing in 2020?
The tribal communities?
Once again ignored by the white media and discussions. The first nation folk are collectively, the invisible kid in a school, who everyone can see, but no one pays attention to..
Who “sold” to “whiteys” something that can’t ever be “owned.” A piece of our mother.
You can trash, poison, and abuse mother up to a point. Then you reach the point-of-no-return.
Native tribal communities are run by women. Especially, the old haggard crone one, nobody “likes.”
The United States elected their first woman president, by 3,000,000 popular votes, in 2016.
We could have had mama, doing the right thing and making us sit up and take our medicine.
But no, “the boys” with the wampum mind-set, went for:
BOZO! The clown
He that entertains, with a painted face, orange hair, and red-nose.
The great-one, Red Skelton, was never afraid to laugh at his own jokes. Funny is funny.
Robin Williams believed laughing at his own material, was insulting to the “profession of comedians.”
Therefore, by stubborn resistance, he let the disease of “anger-at-self” or “depression,” kill him.
NOT DRUG ADDICTION!
2020, it’s no laughing matter…
NOPE YOU DOPE! NOW! WE NEED IT!
In a maelstrom of death, a camp guard at Andersonville Prison, during the War of Northern Aggression, circa 1860-’65, was overheard:
“Ya, I gotta have a little fun weith these damn Yankees, teach’em a thing or two about the southern way a doin’ thangs.”
“Whatch-ya gonna do bubba?”
“Well, if one of these yahoos decides to make a break for the fence, escape, and go back to their line and kill more of our boys, how much distance can he cover before I reload this Winchester, and take a second shot?
In case I miss the first time?”
“Stevie-Joe, the last time, ya’ll missed the first time, was age 14 when you was so over-jugged at your own birthday party, ya tried to kiss bette-Jean, and laid a big wet one on Bubba Bob!”
“Shut up! There’s one of those yankee sprinters right now, figuring he can dash, jump, and clear out! Whatch this!”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Save lives and ammunition.”
“I cain’t follow you there Capt slim-pickens.”
Well now, P.t. Slim-Jim, ,”I just taught those 1000s of New York-jersy-Boston yanks the meaning of a: