Money For Nothing

 

 

 

Did you think MAGA would just go away? Did the carefully constructed articles and main stream news spots make you believe that LBTGQ was 85% of the population? Did you concern yourself about which pronoun is correct when addressing a child? Congratulations! You will not leave anything of lasting value when your family drops you off at the graveyard!

 

All hit records have a meteoric rise. “Money For Nothing” sprang out of nowhere and within a week my own sister asked me if I’d heard that song and I knew exactly which song she was talking about. With his bare feet and truncated guitar style, Mark Knopfler cemented a melody into the public consciousness that would make Mozart roll over in his grave if it weren’t so overcrowded. Now, decades later, my grandchildren have never heard the song.

 

So what makes some ideas, movements, or sometimes simple statements survive the test of time while others become difficult to recall in less than a generation? And it has nothing to do with truth. If it satisfies a basic human need, answers or redefined some simple question, there is a fair chance that it will be around for a while. Fashions change. From a Roman toga to a pair of Levis a girl may seem very different with her “me too” philosophy compared to the Obedient Muslim wife until she takes her clothes off. And then gender identification becomes remarkably easy. Viva Le Differénce!

 

Filling or satisfying basic human needs are the sustenance of successful religions, philosophies and yes, governments. Government is the most fragile of the three. Rome wasn’t built in a day but it fell overnight. But add the words Catholic Church to the word Roman and there are still people eating fish on Friday. Ever hear of Stoicism? Look it up on YouTube and prepare to be amazed at the “Don’t Give a Damn” religion. Ever wonder what happened to the hippies? Being broke just never quite caught on.

 

Will MAGA last? About as long as “I Love My MTV.” But take MAGA’s clothes off and there is a beautiful girl there. For all the snap and publicity of “Me Too,” and the weird sexuality of the alphabet people, one plus one will always equal two and no number of pronouns will ever change that! There’s jeans under that toga!

That is the myth of generations. The twentieth century idea that each fifty years will give us a new model of Homosapien different in some way from all who came before. Straight out of Madison Avenue teens are told to dress different, talk different, and procreate different from all their predecessors clear back to Fred and Wilma. By the time they are fifty they are in the park feeding the pigeons with everybody else.

 

 

We are doomed to wade through the muddy waters of whatever definition of correctness prevails at any particular time but eventually society arrives upon the shore of basic human needs and understanding. And then we bask on the beach for a while until some promoter comes up with the next big thing and we wait to see when the jeans come off. Don’t spend your money for nothing.

The Butcher!