Forward Nostalgia

Posted on September 29, 2019 by sungmokoo

One day, we will have to over explain to the next generation that cartoons aired on Saturday mornings only. In return, they will look at you with apparent pity in their eyes, thinking we have networks dedicated to cartoons, you pathetic old person.

When I was a kid, back in the 1970’s, Saturday morning meant two things, cartoons and hungover mom and dad barely lumbering about, their centers of gravity greatly affected, dragging their feet on the ground as if they were sacks of potatoes, it sure smelled like it, doing everything they could to get us out of their hair.

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At The Coma, Coma Cabana

Posted on September 29, 2019 by sungmokoo

When you wake up and see this happening to you, it is best to force yourself back into unconsciousness.

Contessa Von Clitton had been in an induced coma for three days. It turned out her sudden burst of intelligence was not from reading 68 consecutive issues of “Entertainment Weekly” cover to cover, but from her brain growing at an alarming exponential rate dangerously close to shattering her cranium.

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They’re There

Posted on September 27, 2019 by sungmokoo

“I can assure you that there will be no there, there. That is to say, on the other side of life, after our flesh is consumed by worms and such, no one will be there to soothe us by saying there, there while patting us on the back.”

Since the White House has turned into a full-blown reality television show, I have been glued to the fake lying media. In particular, I have become a fan of the “The 11th Hour With Brian Williams.”

Brian Williams, not to be confused with the Chicago Bull basketball player who died mysteriously in a boating incident, his actual name was Bison Dele, was the trusted anchorman of the “NBC Nightly News.” Emphasis on ‘was’ due to his misrepresentation of events, which occurred while covering the Iraq War in 2003.

All of this is merely a preamble to the point at hand, when did the news start talking as if their audience were morons?

Whether it be the repetitive terms like gaslighting, optics, or drip drip drip, one has to wonder: are they dumbing down, or are we, as a cultural society, dumbing up? Worse, does it even matter anymore? And now, my impersonation of my favorite celebrity…

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