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Let me say this about that.

Is it possible that, in America, we have forgotten how to question some of the bull dung that is slung at us every day?  Perhaps this is one of the downsides of the so-called “information age”.  Too much information to comprehend, let alone question.  That’s why the only two sources of information I trust are kids and old farts.  These are the last two groups of Americans that are not afraid to ask “why”.  Let me give you a couple of examples.

A few years ago, my God-daughter was dropped off at my house for a couple of nights while her parents went out of town.  At the time, she was only 4 years old but, an extremely bright little rugrat.  On the first morning of her visit, my wife had given her a bowl of cereal to eat and turned on a Popeye cartoon.  I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee just as Bluto (Popeye’s arch enemy) kidnapped Olive Oyl (Popeye’s girlfriend).  As the background music grew louder, Popeye produced a can of spinach and…    woofed it down. His biceps grew to Arnold Swartzenegger size as he pounded the snot out of Bluto and rescued Olive Oyl.

My God-daughter queried  “Uncle Shambo, why did Popeye eat the spinach?”  I replied that Popeye ate the spinach so he could gain the strength to overpower Bluto and rescue Olive Oyl.

She turned back to me and ask “Why didn’t Olive Oyl eat the spinach?” 

To this day, I don’t have an answer for that.

Kids and old folks………..The little girl was watching as her mother prepared a ham to bake for their Christmas dinner.  Her mom first cut off a couple of inches from both ends of the ham before she placed it into her baking pan.  The little girl ask “Mom, why did you cut the ends off the ham?”

The woman replied  “I really don’t know.  My mom always did it, so I do too.  Why don’t we call Grandma and ask her?”  The woman called her mom and asked why she always cut the ends off a ham before she baked it.  The old woman replied “Because my baking pan was too small.”

As a card-carrying curmudgeon, I feel I have a duty to ask “Why”  to every bit of horse manure that is thrust my way – especially from the print and broadcast media.  Hard questions, politically incorrect questions, and common sense questions are apparently the sole purview of the elderly and the very young.  Why?  Probably because retired old goats and pre-schoolers don’t have much to lose by questioning conventional “wisdom”.   And, neither group particularly cares what the general population thinks of them  -  a perfect blend of the ignorance of youth and the wisdom of the aged.

So I have a few questions:  

Why is it legal for a seventeen year old to have a baby, but not have a beer?

Why is it OK for illegal aliens to collect welfare??

Why are people in New Orleans still living in locations below sea level?

Why does “discrimination” and “reverse discrimination” mean the same thing?

Why can’t Wile E. Coyote ever catch that damn roadrunner?

And, that’s all I have to say about that.

Shambo