Lenny Bruce and Vet Tv

 

Can humor go too far?  Is a ‘good’ joke wasted on a particular few?  Those few who seem to have missed ‘punchlines’…when god was handing them out.  

Personally, I love a good slapstick.  And, my wife?  A good (I use the term loosely) rom-com, is her shtick. 

I discovered …Vet Tv

…as soon as the project got off the ground, critics honed in on what some called tasteless or downright toxic humor, raising questions about how best to reintegrate America’s ever-growing population of military veterans back into society. Are rape jokes and other gross gags crossing the boundaries of respectability really doing any good if they’re increasingly out of touch with the mainstream comedy? What kind of obligation does a network targeted at a narrow chunk of the population really have? And how much of content on the network is actually resonating with the country’s relatively diverse veteran population?

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However, a long ago era,  just before my time: offering not only ‘Cinnamon Girl’ by Neil Young but…the one and only Lenny Bruce!  There had been the same heated debate about comedy going to far!

I believe, as many do, in this #45 era, all that can be done is laugh.  Laughter combats the anger, the confusion.  It makes us all feel human again.  Does it really where the humor comes from?  As long as it helps us take life less seriously.

In Search of Snow Angels

 

 

These are respite places.

Or, so we are told.

But in the interim, a simple plotted gesture for wandering souls.

I tell my lover, to make her aware.

She never hesitates to let me be.

She, alone, understands the expelling of, demons, no one else can see.

It is not mystique I seek.

Nor, blind guidance, from sacred places.

It is the silence that can only be found by…

pursuing to understand…

Understand something that will never be…

Never be completely understood.

Yet, the quest stays like a solemn secret stage.

A critiqued, columned, colloquial,

in which peace is at play.

 

New Hampshire’s Veteran Cemetery

And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

….
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.

“Damn the wars but bless the soldier.” – Moffitt

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

 

Act of Valor by Tecumseh

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.imageedit_68_7975298907
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

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