This made me laugh very hard.
It is from Duckman, not a show I watch most of the time, but this is a great rant about the human condition.
Plus it is voiced by Jason Alexander, you know, George from Seinfeld.
Something to make you smile for the weekend.
Happy Mother’s Day if your into that sort of thing.
Until Next time:
So, I picked up a couple of self help books today. I started reading and it really sounds like BOTH authors started off well to do. Maybe not rich, but (with the small amount I’ve been able to get into either) it surely seems like they don’t remember having done without–if they ever did!
Why would someone like me, who is trying to get off the ground from a broke ass place, even think they could tell me how I can make it???? I have VERY LITTLE to invest other than time and effort.
I am sick of people who really seem so far removed from who I am now trying to tell me I can make money this way or that way. Sure–they made MORE money with their efforts, but once you have money making money gets a touch easier I’d bet. You can make more when you have a bit to invest. When you can’t even afford the tools of the trade without juggling bills and stretching the dollar, its damn neigh impossible (or so it seems).
I want to find a story about someone who started from a place where they were going to charities to get the essentials paid while praying the not so essential stuff didn’t get cut off before their check (what ever type it might be) came in. I want a story about someone who made it despite being poorer than poor when it came to money. I don’t want they story to be one of over night success, I just want it to be real and from someone I can frigging relate to.
Maybe in a few years I will be writing that story, but until then…what the hell is someone like me supposed to do when they want someone to relate to that they can also look up to and learn from?
Maybe I am wrong and everyone one of these motivational writers and speakers started out when they were eating deer stew and thankful someone they knew had been kind enough to share the meat. Maybe they did start when they were juggling bills and praying to keep the utilities on plus one or two extras. Well..they need to tell THAT story as well as their successes in my opinion. Let the common man related to you. There are more lower middle class and poor people than there are middle upper class on up….Write something these people can relate to. Go find the stories that haven’t been written of those who’ve succeeded against such rough looking odds…and TELL them.
If you stay tuned long enough..I will write that story. The one where I succeed against all odds, and I will tell the ugly side of where I am starting from…and hope that someone like me will pick it up and find they can relate. Then I hope they take my story as motivation from them to get out there and do it themselves.
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Today we’ll go across the pond and take a look at the European Union, a miniaturized test-prototype of a New World Order type of thing…coming soon to your neighborhood. We’ll see just how well one large government does in administering it’s subjects using common sense.
Hint: It doesn’t do it well.
Then we’ll come back across the pond to that communist enclave in the United States commonly known as Massachusetts. Something really fishy is going on in New Bedford.
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The EU (European Union for all you folks who live under a rock) has don’t it’s best to ruin Europe financially…and they have done bang-up job of it.
Now, as though European-style socialism weren’t bad enough, they take balloons away from kiddies!
Oh well…maybe it’s caused a “law of unintended consequences” moment…the former British PM has had enough, it seems. John Major is calling for the reigning in of EU powers.
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The three of us resident coots…Justin, Ralph, and me…were talking the other day about ways to improve Cantankerous Old Coots. We kicked around a few ideas, some of which you’ll see us roll out over the next month or two, and some of which (thank God) will never see the light of day.
After about an hour of discussion (and not a few snarky comments from Ralph) Justin and Ralph suggested…rather pointedly I thought…that no matter what else we did, if we didn’t keep the writing quality to a high standard, COC would founder.
By virtue of my paranoia acute observational skills, even over the Skype connection I could tell they were talking about the dumb redneck boiled peanut salesman from Georgia, namely me.
Being the reserved, quiet, non-confrontational sort I quietly informed them both that I could outwrite both of them with half a keyboard tied behind my back, even before having my first cup pot of coffee in the morning, and if anyone needed to pick up their writing skills it was them. I know I did it quietly because the feedback in my headset was tolerable.
Painful…but tolerable.
I mean…com’on…how much kettlebell crap and retirement sackcloth and ashes do you folks want to listen to, huh? Wouldn’t you much prefer my astute observations on Washington idiocy, TSA sexual assaults at airports, and the sad state of public education…and the pithy way I present that information?
In their defense, Justin and Ralph DO have some limiting factors in their pitiable attempts to match my writing skills.
Besides writing, both here at Cantankerous old Coots AND at JustinsBrainPan (what the hell kinda blog name IS that, anyway?) AND being a stay-at-home dad…and playing those silly kettlebells, Justin doesn’t have a lot of time and energy to put into quality writing, so his dragging COC down is understandable, if unfortunate.
As for poor, poor Ralph…well, we all use a certain amount of brain power on each blog we write, and we all only have so much brain power to start with, and Ralph does have to keep try to keep quality work on his blog RalphCarlsonBlog, and…well…there just isn’t much left over. I wouldn’t want to say he doesn’t have much to work with, but he did choose to live in Californeeee, after all. Not just that, but he chose to be right next door to UCBerkley, for God’s sake! His limitations are obvious.
As for ME…well, I’ve known for years I am the Smartest Man in the World, and frankly I’ve never been short on the willingness to share that fact…with family, neighbors, friends, and now y’all…so it’s obvious to me that MY writing certainly is up to snuff, both here and over at MY blog, JuicyMaters.com, but…
Justin and Ralph don’t agree. Actually, they disagree quite vemnt…vehamtl…veamentall…oh crap…strongly, so we are leaving it up to you, my our readers, to decide who is best. This week’s post comments will be counted, and the post with the most comments wins the Golden Coot Award for best, most cantankerous coot on this blog.
If I win it will prove to Justin and Ralph who is REALLY the best writer here at COC.
You ask, “IF you lose?” Well, I don’t think that’s possible, but if it happens it proves you, the readers, have a mental acuity on the level of Justin and Ralph, and I truly feel sorry for y’all.