I thought about (aye yai yai, here we go) name-calling in today's society. It's become, commonplace... 'representative'... typical...... frustrating... fingernail on blackboardish.. As common as the F-bombs at intersections of nearby cars with their winders down. I hate it... it divides even further... we ALL, I think... have friends on the other side/team/whadever. When we name-call, we succumb to "they" (all of ''em we're referring to, including our friends even without thinking) are IDIOTS, MORONS, BOOTLICKERS, LIBTARDS, RWNJ's, SNOWFLAKES, FASCISTS, COMMUNISTS,............ DON'T!!!! STOP!!!!
I really think..... if we could ALL just get over the name-calling hurdle this (I'm proud to be an American) would be a MUCH, MUCH, better place. You goofballs.
Puberty is addressed by parents...... normally... as DON'T! STOP! I've toldya, our house, the rule was "Finish everything you start, EXCEPT sex." Don't! Stop! We all... OK, most... have been there, when the parents ain't... be it the den in the basement.. the back corner of the JC's Dance Hall ...the fitty-seven Chevy parked on the low road, the hormones are'a ragin', movin' faster'n a foosball puck or Fido's runnin' legs........ and, DON'T! STOP! becomes DON'T STOP! (No idea about until the end of time.)
Gambling, Don't! Stop!
Smoking, drinking, pain pills, mara-g-wanna, vapes, DON'T! STOP!
In our treks of life down the yeller brick road, we oft times along the way meet folks who wanna fix us... some call 'em know-it-alls.. or.. .control freaks... they opine everything either DON'T STOP........ or DON'T! STOP! We, folks, tend to react either to not react (some would call that "cower", VICTOR, don't! Stop! That's name-calling. Oh, sorry)....... or, we risk losing any kinda relationship with the fixers, know-it-alls, control freaks and we ultmately holler DON''T! STOP! WHEW, I feel better... or... darn, I didn't say nuttin', I feel sh*tty.
I catch myself (no easy task at 200+ pounds.. how many plus Victor? BITE ME).. I catch myself NOT GOING somewhere when invited, simply because it's easier, I'm older, ain't got the energy I usedta have.. We can't do that. DON'T STOP! Or, DON'T! STOP doing that. Git urass up and go. If ya don't go, you die. (Reckon we oughta take that advice even if it's from a fixer, know-it-all, control freak, Libtard, or bootlicker... oops, sorry!
As I sat, planning, thinking about my own upcoming Summer... thru my brain the thoughts I dont think I'll golf unless I'm able to use a handicap flag (where i can drive right up to my golfball). .Don't Stop Victor.
I wanna take my grandkids somewhere cool. A beach, first time ever, via a plane, first time ever. One look at money I've set aside for this, DON'T STOP saving Victor.
Music. Live music. We have a really cool outdoor venue here in Kansas City. Starlight Theater. Many, many wonderful times, concerts of the past. I went online recently. WHO. ARE. THESE. GUYS? Victor? You're hella old. Stop name-calling me! The bands you grew up with, what you call The Greatest Generation of Music... They don't do dat no more. Not many anyways. The message here, git ridda your damn hard head (Don't! Stop!) and give youth, new music, a listen. Ya just might enjoy.
I wonder if they still have JC dances? You're hopeless Victor. NAME-CALLER! DON'T! STOP!
Well, I'm gonna smoke a cig... turn off Tamron Hall (I usedta love her, man, seems she yells quite a bit)... have a bowl of cereal......... Victor, Don't! Stop! Fatty! NAME-CALLER! OK, OK, no sugar tonight in my coffee... no JC dance (no sugar to stand by me)...
Waking up is a blessing. Don't stop the will or the want to. One foot after the other. If ya forget how, have a scratch on Fido's back, he'll learnya.
Me? I may go Spotify '90's music', learn me sumpin' new. Gotta craving to play Foosball, may do that too.
Don't stop living.
We enjoy you here.
You goofball.
Love, Victurd
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