Language musings

Sunday morning cartoons were something every little kid looked forward. It was well worth waking up at six in the morning, loading up on snacks, and just laughing away the morning. Even the silliest cartoons were awesome. Even now cartoons are something most of us look forward. No matter how old you are cartoons are here to make the kid in you laugh.

It might be considered “immature” to watch animated figures, but you know what, I am still having fun and I still refuse to grow up. So there. This will apply to a lot of people, but why should someone let go of their childhood? Is it socially awkward to watch something that makes you laugh? Are we not mature enough if we enjoy a little bit of fun now and then? Probably the old farts who run everything do not want people to have fun. If that is the case, grab the remote and change the channel to some good cartoons. Please, nothing of the new ones, the old ones are far better.

War never changes. It changes people though. No matter why people are fighting, it always ends the same way, innocents dying, poverty, depression, sadness and the list goes on. For what? Why do people even go to war? To serve and protect.

Democracy is the best! Because everyone is free to do what they are told to do by the people who were elected to tell us what to do. Every other form of government is evil and must be liberated. Freedom to all, but free will to none. Now, is it not funny how oppressing and free governments have fundamentally the same principles? The only difference is that with democracy you have ministers and politicians who are lying to everyone. Wait, hold on, to be a politician you should be someone who is influential and prestigious: someone who is loaded.

Are you satisfied with you government? Are you comfortable that you are being monitored all day every day? Are you happy with your mediocre life? Politicians say I am, so therefore I must be the happiest little bugger in the whole wide world! Not! Those sneaky word jugglers try to convince me that I am a happy worker and that if I have to go through hardships I just have to buckle up for the ride. No way, man. First of all you cannot tell me what to do, second of all, we the people put you officials in power.

A gentleman opens a door for a lady, he pulls the chair out, he brings flowers, he is sweet, charming and never goes overboard, he never thinks of himself first. Always behaves and dresses for the occasion and is never late. However, a gentleman does not exist anymore. The sad truth is that gentlemen are hard to find. Even as part of the male populace I have to admit that this unfortunate fact is more than a real thing.

Now, wait, let us not jump to conclusions. There are normal people in the world, although, I assure you they are not underpants-round-my-ankles-Imma-punch-your-lights-out yahoos. Being a gentleman, no, being a normal person is not that hard. I guess that times have changed and we should act as primitive slobs to be a somebody. No! I refuse. There are people out there who still know what etiquette is and how to use it. Although, there are people that treat others as dirt and still get away with it.

Classical story, we have a good guy, a bad guy and a bunch of irrelevant characters who just fill in the lonely time either the hero or the villain appears. And it always ends the same way, the hero defeats the villain and everyone lives happily ever after. Well, ok, where is our happily ever after? Just look at facts, we have defeated many so called villains and nothing good came out of it. Sure, no more pain and suffering, nor killing the innocent or freakish bizarre human experiments. But, and I have to stress this, BUT, what if the villain wins once?

Now, just think about it. Every villain ever, had a plan, a grand master plan to conquer and rule the world, and why do we think that they would enslave people just for the fun of it? Maybe at the beginning, but our villain needs to think about all aspects of ruling the world. Even the most ruthless ones must have an aftermath plan. But did they ever get a chance, no. There was always a perfect counterpart that could stop them, with the power of friendship or magic. We always have one, and only one person who can save the world. And usually that someone is a person who has never seen combat or has never even went outside without getting a light sunburn. So why is someone without any tactical upbringing capable of defeating a villain who schemed for years and planned everything to the last detail. I call shenanigans.

Remember a few years back, Big Brother, the TV show that was a huge hit, everyone was watching it? Cameras all around, all day long, watching and recording every step the contestants made. It seemed like fun and it was terrifying at the same moment. We finally had the option to see what someone else is doing without being called a stalker or weird. But, was it all fun and games? Or was it more than met the camera eye?

Of course everyone in the show knew they were being recorded at all times, at first they were all freaked out but after a few weeks they got pretty much comfortable with the idea that an omnipresent eye is observing everything, every thing. After a while, you just get used to it, but do you really? Can you really get used to someone watching every single step you take, every breath your draw, every blink you make?

Everyone likes masks, right? If Halloween is coming up everyone is working hard on their masks, big masks, scary ones and a plethora of different ones. The same applies to makeup as well. You have pretty makeup though, but usually people go so overboard you wonder whether they just fired a shotgun full of makeup at their face. Makes you wonder do they have something to hide, or they just want to be like the others.

Girls started using makeup to make their faces prettier, not to recreate the stuff nightmares are made of. Given, makeup is also used to make scary stuff as well, but that’s mainly for movies and shooting scary photos. I seriously doubt that half of the girls are going to audition for an upcoming horror movie. By the way, mirrors were invented for a reason, besides the obvious duckface  selfie game.