Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you honey, Pow zoom straight to the moon, Lu-cy! You got some ‘xplainin to do.

After seeing a news clip of a very young school student that was suspended because, he points his finger and makes a gun sound during playtime, makes me wonder, has the whole world gone mad? Seems to me this type of thing is more a part of the problem rather than the solution. It’s time for less Barney Fife and more Sheriff Taylor. There’s nothing wrong with Barney Fife’s “Nip it in the bud.” advice. The problem is seeing the bigger picture and knowing when, how and what needs to be “nipped in the bud”.  

(IMAGES WITHIN THIS POST ARE NOT OWNED BY THIS BLOGGER.  i SEARCHED THE WEB AND FOUND ONES THAT WAS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO DOWNLOAD AND USE.)(Growing up in the seventies and early eighties with just one t.v. that only picked up 3,5, and 10 those being, ABC, CBS and NBC, there was a lot of watching reruns of old television shows, and Saturday morning cartoons. Thanks to my Dad, I was raised on John Wayne and Clint Eastwood westerns, The Big Valley, Bonanza, The Rockford Files and Hawaii Five-O. He didn’t care for the sitcom’s of the time. So if it was comedy, it was the Honeymooners, the Little Rascals or Jerry Lewis. I still watched my far share of  Happy Days, Sanford and Son, Good Times, One day at a time, Mash, and The Jefferson’s whenever he wasn’t around. Sometimes when I was 4 and 5 I fought over the t.v. with my sister who was 10 years older than me because I wanted to watch Gilligan’s Island and she wanted to watch “Dark Shadows”.

We weren’t inside in front of the t.v. all the time. A large portion of our time was spent outside with siblings and friends. Our imaginations were active and vivid. We were cops and robbers, cowboy and indians and the crew of the starship Enterprise. Fingers and sticks were our pistols and rifles. Hairbrushes and transistor radios were our phasers and communicators. We won the west and saved the Earth from unspeakable doom. Yes, sometimes we had real fights but all in all it was a part of growing up and learning to get along. No one I know personally that did these things grew up to run around killing people in real life.

I think putting to many limits of what children play or how they play stifles their imagination and traps in frustrations. Where are they ending up? Online or on the gaming consoles usually alone, shooting everyone and everything in sight. Watching violent movies and t.v. series that hype them up more and their social outlet is technology. Somehow their best friends are characters in an RPG and people from all over the world that they have never meet face to face and don’t really. What happens? Their real social skills suffer and the real world becomes their enemy. What to do?  Well for the most part they just become dysfunctional in society and in their family lives. The really messed up ones answer; Go out in a blaze of glory taking as many as you can on the way.- Yeah, penned up frustrations, and social isolation can cause people to do something “crazy”.

I am not trying to say playing video games, watching movies or being on MySpace is going to turn you into a mass murderer. It’s more about what drives us to spend more time in a virtual world than really living, interacting and sharing thought, feelings, and sympathy with those people around you. Is it being used to avoid doing something else? Are we doing it because we are unhappy with our real lives? Could social media be making us antisocial creatures? Is it because we can control our experiences and “click” off what we don’t like or want to deal with in a virtual worlds?

We have the government with their we know best, we’ll take care and protect you claims trying to controls us. We have the government, the state and countless hypocrites telling us how to raise our children. They scream “Control your kids!” Then, they call whatever you say or do “abuse.” It seems the answer to everything displeasing that a child does is therapy and medication. Children aren’t allow to be children anymore.  They can’t get all that built up energy out

I am tired of people screaming about their liberties and demanding their rights when they are so busy trying to deprive others of theirs. It seems to me you can’t say, do or display anything without offending someone. Everything is construed to be offensive, immoral, a threat or racist. People pushing for people to come out of “the closet” talk about your sexual preference to help “the cause”.  Look if you want to announce to  the world you are gay, do so. If you want to keep your personal matters private then by all means put that closet to good use. There is such a thing as too much information. Besides most people have figured it out anyway and aren’t concerned with calling you out. It’s really none of their business anyway. You might not agree with the way a person lives or the things they do, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a “Hater”.


If you want to pray, please do so. If you find it offensive that someone stops to pray in public just go on about your business or remove yourself instead of protesting and demanding that they stop or shouldn’t be allowed to. They are not causing you any harm.  Don’t you want to be accepted? the way you  live tolerated?kirkspockmccoy  Here’s another way to think about it. If there’s even one thing on a menu at a restaurant that you don’t like, do you avoid that restaurant, prevent them from serving the item or make it shut down? If your best friend likes sushi and you hate it, does that stop you from eating at the same table with them if they get some sushi?  Do you stop being their friend? If you make the choice to not eat meat, does that mean no one should be allowed to? or do you not associate with people who do?

In today’s society, Ralph Cramden would be arrested because he threatened his wife Alice. Fred Flintstone would be “coming out the closet”  J.J. Evans would be doing time for bomb threats or worse, being held at Guantanamo Bay as a terrorist because he was always exclaiming DY-NO-MITE! Yes, things have gotten this ridiculous . Alice never felt threatened by Ralph’s “One of these days Alice, pow zoom straight to the moon!” and “One of these days, pow right in the kisser.” Yet, someone would find it offensive and declare it a threat when  it was just an expression of his frustration with a situation or comment.  J.J. lived in the projects of Chicago, he was terrorized not a terrorist. Yeah, Fred Flintstone had anger issues because “coming out of the closet” hadn’t been thought of yet. What? You never thought it? (Don’t be offended, just sharing some humor) To all you who would twist my words to mean what you choose them to mean-  “Kiss my grits!”

To any of you who haven’t seen the old t.v. shows I mentioned, use technology look them up and watch them or watch them on t.v. most are still being run somewhere on cable or satellite t.v.

To the Bat-mobile, Robin! Beam me up, Scotty. Hi-yo Silver, away!



3 thoughts on “Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you honey, Pow zoom straight to the moon, Lu-cy! You got some ‘xplainin to do.

  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I LOVE this article. An extremely well worded write up of a serious issue that has been growing and plaguing our society. I couldn’t agree more with all that you said. Thanks for writing this up!

  2. Very interesting post. Great to see those old photos too. (There’s somethign wrong with the “like ” button; seems to be website -wide—or it’s my browser. )
    Thanks for visiting my blog!

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