Thanks to Casetta for the video. Oh, the Banana Splits, and other the other cheesy kid's shows of the 1970's. 'Twas a much simpler time, I guess. Or dumber, I'm not really sure.
Driving along in Kirkland , home of the modern yuppie, I’m passed by a new Mercedes. Lovely, silver, shiny, new, bling-bling; a part of me loaded with insecurity twinges while I purr along in my Toyota. Why? How come this is a metric of my self-esteem? Am I being unfair to myself, being upset by this train of thought and it’s influence? Consider, please, how much this viewpoint is drilled into us. Look at how often this imagery gets pushed into our faces, and how long that’s been going on. It shouldn’t surprise me, really, that I sometimes feel this way. Though my conscious values oppose this, the lingering thread of this programming has threads into the depths psyche.
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I gotta say Carl, I look back on things like Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers with nostalgia, and a little bit of pride.
I mean, who could feel any ill will toward Super Grover? Only someone about to get their butt kicked by Super Grover.
Anyway, you should put a warning on this post in case anyone is tripping on acid when they push play. This crap will induce nightmarish effects.
Looking at your profile picture, I'd hazard a guess that you had the tripping effect.
I was rather proud of the photo actually...