Pig in a Poke

I think one of our basic problems is we quit telling our kids the fairy tales, as they were written, - no we had to fix them up and make them better. I remember back in 1980, I bought into the Jupiter Effect, it was a scare which stated that in 1982 there would be a planetary alignment of all nine planets, (before Pluto was demoted) and that the combined gravitational pull was going to disrupt life on earth.

Well it didn’t happen, and I realized, it was no more than a “Chicken Little” story. Global Warming is the same story, “Chicken Little!” Simply a matter of making myself important, by scaring you.

If you want to sell something, first you scare your customer, then you sell him a cure.

I knew early on that Bill Clinton was no more than “The Emperor’s New Clothes” and is the case with Obama, he’s running around naked as a jaybird, and everybody refuses to see.

I think we need to get back to the basic stories & philosophies so the people learn to recognize bullshit when it is presented it to them. Ronald Reagan was very good at using basic stories, like the “Evil Empire” speech, I know he was referring to Star Wars, but Star Wars is a basic story of good and evil that was popular at the time, and the people understood, and responded. No matter how well you dress up a pig, it’s still a pig! Hahahha!!!! It’s true.

George Henry Nichols

Solitude

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from a voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all of your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectar-ed wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox    

November 5, 1855        

October 30, 1919          

Zena Zena

ZENA ZENA, behind the bar,

Fairest bar maid in this town by far!

Long blond silky hair,

And you just watch her toss it, here and there.

But let me warn you, yes beware.

OOOh her skin, is such, so fair.

But be for warned, there’s a thin line,

Ooh that smile, its so fine!

I’ve heard is said on the sly,

Zena Zena is an I R S spy!

She will smile at you and serve your drinks

While asking you, “Do your taxes stink?”

“Perhaps your tax man is a fink?”

As the ice hits the glasses. Plink! Plink!

Be careful how you reply.

She makes notes of all the lies.

Asking you, “a drink do you will to buy?”

For the young lady sitting next to you, Oh my!

I’m warning you now, it could be a trap.

Perhaps your telephone she will tap,

As your demise she will map!

Just to put a feather in her hat.

So if you run across her sea green eyes,

And her smile makes your soul fly,

Chances are, Its ZENA! The I R S Spy’

With blond silky hair, ooh I can’t deny.

Z E N A is written right on her butt!

So if you See it! About your taxes, you’d better clam up!

And tell your friends to keep there mouth shut!

Or ZENA and the I R S just may kick your butt!

Fairest bar maid in the town by far,

Is ZENA ZENA – behind the bar! ©

March 10^th, 1991

George Henry Nichols

Santa Claus

Well, once again Christmas is just around the corner, let’s see, this will be number Sixty-one for me. Funny, but Santa Claus doesn’t bring me anything anymore, and hasn’t in a long time.

Did you ever believe in Santa Claus?   What a lie, huh? And to tell little kids, and lead them to believe such things.… Ever wonder why we do that? I bet most people couldn’t tell ya today.

My daddy lied to me all the time, it was terrible… And every now and then, mama would tell a whopper! I use to wonder, why in the hell would they lie to me? I mean? I’m their kid!

Now don’t get me wrong. They loved me. There was never any doubt of it. I knew that. It showed. They took good care of me, put clothes on me, educated me, and for a big part, did so themselves. So, why would they lie to me so damn much?

It took me awhile, but I finally figured it out…  Santa Claus.

Santa Claus is the first Big Lie… And you as the child, using information you gather, are left to figure otherwise. They are simply teaching you to 'think for yourself.'  And the myth of Santa Claus is a good foundation for critical thinking.

Another important lesson, is teaching the ability to challenge authority (the parents) when the child draws a conclusion.

Notice there is no reward when the child figures it out, but nor is there a punishment. Thinking for yourself… is its own reward. ©

George Henry Nichols