One Note Players and Monikers
It is difficult in these days of fragile feelings to find some humor and laughter. Maybe time is ripe to back off from wearing our feelings on our sleeves.
Most of us have to learn to endure name-calling or insidious comments about nicknames, school mascots, or off-the-cuff comments that start out to be witty but somehow end up hurtful.
A high court judge in my hometown, who happened to be a Sunday School teacher, told this story of an army sergeant named Robert Wolfguts who sought a name change. The judge read the application, feeling sensitive and eager to help, asked what name he preferred.
"Vincent your honor." There were no grins in the chambers. The moniker was approved immediately and filed in the court records.
This tale is true and real, but probably not proper in this day and age. That's unfortunate.
Back in the day of classic "B" western movies, playing cowboys and Indians in neighborhoods was popular. Those of us in superannuated maturity can recall Davy Crockett and his coonskin hat. They were worn to grammar schools and even to early high schools. Today just backward brimmed hats.
Matters of "over sensitivity" have become a bit much to common sense. It seems like the major problem is the lack of courtesy, tasteful manners and good speech.
What has been described as "locker room talk," or "cursing like a sailor," has permeated live television and radio. Every supposed entertainment venue finds filthy language perfectly accepted.
Ever hear "watch your language, there are women present?" Not lately.
Recently in Frederick County wearing Indian headdresses at school events was banned. In other schools throughout various states, students aren't allowed to wear tee-shirts with logos of their political favorites.
Yet it's okay for some to put on a Che Guevara t-shirt or some other enemy of the American culture instead of school names like Lancers, Braves, Tribes, and so many others. I won't mention the Washington football Redskins formerly called the Boston Redskins.
Can I mention baseball's Cleveland Indians, which is being forced to remove its "Chief" logo, or the Atlanta Braves?
It's getting rather stupid to become engrossed in changing names, or nicknames, because of one or two people or the latest fads.
In light of the horrible Hurricane Harvey, a Texas congresswoman thinks hurricane sobriquets aren't including Black Americans.
Now "Irma" is the latest and coming up the Atlantic coast. The worst thing is the trouble coming and hurting the citizens.
Can we get a grip on our lives, stop being "one note players." My stars and garters, in the land of liberty, can we return to good taste in our talking, thinking and conduct?
All the absurd conduct is out-of-hand and destroying all facets of what is good.
I was laughing about the sports story out of New York. The Boston Red Sox were accused of using a big Apple Watch to "steal signs" during a game with the Yankees. I'm shocked that stealing is prevalent in sports.
Coaches and players at all levels of athletic events know how to steal signs of the pitchers, catchers, and base coaches. And this has been going on forever and a day.
Watching players cover their mouths when discussing situations on the mounds or in huddles doesn't fool anybody.
All the razzle dazzle makes for good showmanship, but nothing else.
One more idiocy. A school official fell apart the other day when a youngster said he was upset over the drawing of a handgun. Please "Mr. and Mrs. America and all the Ships at Sea," the symbolism of fear ain't funny and shouldn't be fearful.
It's time to take two aspirins and go to bed. Or, find the cure in "oysters and champagne" and a long nap.
I must confess, my mother never washed my mouth out with Ivory soap. She did give me a slap once as a tyke in church. Amen!