I really love to watch a great comedian or comedienne do their thing. I truly believe being able to make people laugh is one of the greater gifts from above.
I remember as a kid, the greats were Red Skelton, Jackie Gleason, Dick Van Dyke, and of course Lucy and Desi. Jack Benny, Abbott and Costello, and you can’t leave out Laurel and Hardy.
I did not include Charlie Chaplin at the risk of offending, but I never got his humor. I just don’t think he is funny.
I did grow up in England as some of you know, and the comedians that come to mind were Tommy Cooper, Ken Dodd (and the Diddymen), and Des O’Connor.
And let’s not forget the inimitable Alf Garnett.
Tres gentilles, no?
I will tell you something that is very laughable, and that is that I saw a story that said that Chinese historians are weighing in on the Russia-Ukraine situation.
Now, call me an East Los Angeles country boy, but here’s my take: As missiles are streaking through the night, as the explosions indiscriminately appear across the city, children are crying and wetting their pants whenever another bomb explodes, mothers mourn their soon-to-be-lost husbands and sons. As the blood of their dying children stains their souls, I am thinking that the very last fear that these brave people have are the harsh words of a Chinese historian.
But that’s just me.
I totally remember what it was like to hear news stories across the country on war, impending war, Cold War, all of it a big load of bat shit. We actually did air raid drills and had to hunker down under our little elementary school desks in preparation of The Bomb. Keep in mind this was less than twenty years after the bombings at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. We were on a military base about eighty miles from Tokyo.
We were either on the brink, or engaged in, what would become a major war. At any given time. I joke that I predicted recent events, but any student of history has seen this and knows will see again ad infinitum.
I am not sure what kind of military man I would have made.
I seriously wanted to be a jet fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier. That dream was crushed when I took an EKG and found my brain wave had changed enough to disqualify me from any of the military academies.
I would like to think I would be a badass GI Joe type, or a chiseled Navy Seal or Army Ranger.
An unquestioned leader of men.
A trained machine, ready to pounce before a moments’ notice.
Skilled in delivering death in all its forms.
A paragon of American virtue.
A decorated symbol of democracy and a true leader of the free world.
I’d probably end up in the mess kitchen peeling potatoes.
I guess that would be cool, too.
Here’s a song from a practice session: