Look at Us!

 



 Rev Wilbur Witt

 

Every day I say, “Good Morning” to my Alexa, which I call, “Computer” to avoid confusion. And she (I think she’s a she) reads off the top five stories of the day. And it’s always bad. Massive earthquake in Afghanistan, Israel bombed the hell out of Gaza because someone tried to eat lunch, India and China met to form a union to take over the world, the Trump administration is studying taking over Gaza for development of a new Disney World! You pay these people, folks. Not one mention of Little Johnny in Utah finally locating the Golden Tablets but be patient. It’s coming.

And all these people think they will make a difference. The dinosaurs thought that. Right before the comet. Men down through the ages sought to leave a mark. Great empires came and went. Just look at it. Hitler. My even mentioning his name causes a lot of you to run to your safe room. But think about it. From 1933 to 1945 was the entire Hitler show. The Rolling Stones lasted longer than that. And have a bigger fan base. Oh, he killed millions of people. How about that anonymous Chinaman who let the COVID Virus out during lunch. People are still dying.

The only difference you make is you! The internet has created a grand illusion. My grandkids are always telling me about some great “influencer” that has so many “clicks” and all the Alphas are hanging on their every word, and how much money they are making. Ok! Here’s the gold standard. When Gene Hackman was found dead his kids were rushing around to find the will. Gene had been a successful actor and had many millions of dollars stuffed in his mayonnaise jar. Now, compare that to a Tik Toc Influencer who took too much Fentanyl. I have not seen the same gold rush. Also, in looking at the contribution to society I have not seen anything of more substance than Curly Howard of the Three Stooges. Think about that. I’ll wait.

Yet the dominant group of the modern “thinkers” call themselves Woke! Now bear in mind that these influencers can’t define what a woman is! That is Charlie Kirk’s standard angle of attack when confronted by one of these Woksters when he gives one of his campus events. “Define woman!” Abba Dabba Jabba Rabba! Here, let me help you. Where is my finger now?

In 2019 civilization as we know it ground to a halt. Oh, there were some glimmers of light, but the new concept of disappearing fixed that. Disappearing is the antidote for freedom of speech. And the one thing that the internet is really good at is misinformation. Any dab’ll do ya! An age-old technique works quite well with the ADD crowd. If you are going to tell a lie, tell a big one, and if you tell it often enough it will become the truth! Sound bites carry the same weight as Einstein’s theory of relativity with these guys. But, they have a list of forbidden words. Just say, “MAGA!” and watch the safe rooms come out.

And their women? Oh don’t get me started. Back in the day the hippy girls were hot. Even the fat ones. Mama Cass! Look at Greta Thunberg. I’ve tried. I’ve used my PhotoShop to put a sack over her head. Didn’t work! Guess you could throw a flag over her face and do it for Old Glory. About the only good thing I could say about her is that she’s almost certainly a virgin. Sorry about that Greta.

At the beginning of this article, I was trying to drive home the point of the futility of human existence. The pandemic demonstrated this. In 1888 being home with family for an extended period of time was no big deal. People did that every winter. Along came the lockdown and we were forced to look at each other. X-Box went to full tilt and parents became day drinkers. The most disastrous period in American history. And when it was over we never really came out. Something had changed. Well, actually nothing changed. We were just forced to see what had been there all along.

The rebellious generation was doomed to die in the wilderness, being replaced by a new generation that would be faithful to God and eventually enter the Promised Land

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No! It’s a comet!




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