Some Things Never Grow Old

Whether she's offering a prostate massage or just flipping me off, an old lady giving me the finger will always elicit a chuckle. I can attest to this because, one, you never see an old lady flipping someone off and, two, my proctologist had an East German nurse, with a heavy accent, who took way too much pleasure in my discomfort, no matter the procedure. She reminded me of a cross between Cloris Leachman, as Frau Blücher of "Young Frankenstein" fame, and the Marquis de Sade. You really had to love her or, perhaps, she only hoped.  For some, it might evidence why the doctor remained my proctologist until he retired, several years later.

Some things just never grow old, especially things which make us laugh.  How many commercials on television do we laugh at and never remember what they're advertising?  I can watch humorous videos of cats and dogs on my computer for hours, finally turning them off when my cheeks hurt from laughing.  Videos of animals and children, for the most part, but any funny video of people doing stupid stuff, without injury, will put me on the floor.  Why?  Because I've been there, done that, or soon will.  

Even some stupid stuff with injury will put me on the floor.  Like teenagers who jump their skateboards onto a handrail and end up with the rail up between their legs when they fall off, rolling on the ground, holding their throbbing package while trying not to throw up from the pain, yeah, dumbasses make me laugh a lot, especially when they try to do it again, and fail again.  We all should learn to laugh at acts of repetitious stupidity.  We'll all applaud when the skateboarders finally do the trick without injury, but also aren't surprised when we find out they're sterile.

I think we have to laugh at this stuff because there, but for the grace of God and some good sense, goes us.  We have to laugh because the alternative is, usually, too painful.  We laugh at others with full knowledge that we may have to laugh at ourselves, down the road, when we repeat the anecdotal event.  We aren't laughing at the victim, we're laughing with them.  If you can't laugh at yourself, you have no right laughing at someone else, and if you can't see the humor others see in what you've done, perhaps you need to get a life or, at the very least, stop doing stupid stuff.  

Just saying. 

Editor's Note

(Re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card)

Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider an alternate viewpoint. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and while engaging in peaceful and constructive discussion, in an arena of mutual respect, concerning those opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.

Pastor Tony spent 22 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world renowned, Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research. Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead Chaplain and Chaplain Program Liaison, at the regional medical center.