As the news flies by us at one hundred miles a minute and in our ever shrinking world we struggle to keep up with all we need to know, we really start to see how little control we have. Have you ever been awakened by the flash of lightning and thunderous boom that seemed right above your house and you think for that moment, well, this is it? It’s the kind of moment that makes you realize how fleeting it all really is.
I want that “Little House On The Prairie” life. When no one cared what hollywood was doing or saying. There would have been no time. There were eggs to gather, cows to milk, fences to mend, and fields to plow. Life was hard, but maybe life is supposed to be hard. Idle hands are the devils workshop.
We’ve all looked at old photos and heard it said no one ever looked happy back then. My brother, the photographer, explained the real reason to me. The process and exposure time back then took so long that it was near impossible to hold a smile that long. So to keep the image from becoming blurry, they simply held a straight face. This makes sense to me, but I still think it wasn’t that they weren’t happy, it was just that life was a bit more serious back then. They were busy surviving, news traveled slower, and the only way the Hollywood air-heads would have made a living back then would have been in a brothel, which is what Hollywood actually is.
Have you ever seen more people sell themselves the way they do in Hollywood? These are the role models and idols of today? Most of them lack any moral decency or ethical decorum, let alone any shred of class. The worst part of it all is the fact that they get paid to be in movies when most of them can’t even act. They have one character they play and they shove into every role they get. These are people, that if they were forced into the real world, wouldn’t have enough skills to get a job asking, ” Do you want to super-size your meal today?” We celebrate mediocrity and wait for the train wreck for something to watch. How else do you explain the likes of Lindsey, Brittany, and Paris?
P.R.Knuhob
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