“An Unlikely Horse to Win, Place, or Even Show Up” (2021 Re-Boot with Verbose Author’s Op-Ed Bonus Bit Thrown In)

TLDR

Author’s Note for 2021:

This was yet another ancient post marked for ‘Make-Over.’

Now this has been accomplished, albeit with a ‘soft’, ‘light’ finger on that ‘delete key.’

It was not my intent to change much about the original post in general, nor the ‘message’ in particular. My desire was mainly to bring it up to speed vis-à-vis  my 2021 ‘Higher Production Standards’.

(That’s ‘tongue-in-cheek’, by the way, as if Y’all don’t already know this! Hahaha!)

This next is Not ‘tongue-in-cheek,’ however. It is sincerely serious.

When I originally ‘penned’ the post I was a little frustrated over ‘Bot’ likes and also,  as I called them, ‘Drive-By Likers’ You know the breed (Even If you have been blogging only a short while).

The ‘Drive-By Liker’ surfs the WP Reader page and likes damn near everything, in an attempt, I surmise, to generate interest and traffic in His/Hers/Other’s blog site.

This used to piss me off.

Now it doesn’t.

Because I am more and more maturely humble these days as I find myself on ‘The Back Nine of Life’

And so now I give all the  ‘Likes’ the benefit of my doubt and just appreciate them for what they are.

Long lost Abusive Muse sent me this email. (Remember her? I’ll drop her in at the end as an ‘Added Value Bonus Bit’.)

“Lance! Someone took the time to drop a ‘like’ on your dumb ass. Be Happy with it! Never look a ‘Gift Like’ in the Mouth. Print it out and fuckin’ frame it. Put it on your “I Like Me Wall” along with all the other ‘Real-Life’ bullshit accolades and awards you have dragged around with you over all these years. Fer Chrissakes! Get over yourself!”

“Love Ya. Mean it.”

–Ms Muse

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Not everyone has time, nor even inclination to comment on every bloody post they ‘like’. I understand this now. That is just how some folks roll.

On the other hand, I will, ninety-nine percent of the time, leave a comment on every post I have liked.

This certainly does not mean I am the ‘better, kinder, gentler blogger.’ It just means that That is How I choose to Roll.

We are all different, unique, and worthy-of-respect individuals, and we approach blogging each to our own ends, and according to own philosophies (I have written extensively on this of late. See attached below:  “Worthy Writers”)

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Back to THIS post:

I wanted it to be a fun, light-hearted, whimsical way for me to bitch, moan, and complain about a personal ‘Pet Peeve’ of mine.

I think I came close to accomplishing my goal back then. I have copy-pasta’d the comments from the original post at the bottom of this one.

But I had also posted some other posts related to the subject, which were a little more, shall we say, ‘direct-to-the meat’ of the matter.

“More matter, less art” as Gertrude said to Polonius in “Hamlet”.

I’d skip those old posts if I were you. I am certainly not proud of them.

Okay, there may be one or two exceptions to what I just wrote above. This below might be one of them. I had forgotten about it. I find it kind of endearing. You may too.

Or not.

Moving on…

I have a lot of opinions about a lot of things, reading and writing and commenting being very close to the top of my ‘Opinion Hit Parade.’ Not always have I expressed these opinions in a respectful way.

I am working more and more toward the ‘respectful way’ of expressing my opinions these days. Lord knows, we have too much vitriol in our world to deal with already.

I do Not wish to contribute to That and if you catch me ‘back-sliding’, please call me out on it.

Respectfully,

Mister Lance ‘Eddie’ Marcom

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Alright! After All That ‘Preamble’ and if You-Are-Still-Here…

Here is the post I have been trying to post:

“A like is a like of course of course

“And everyone loves a like of course

“Unless of course

“The like is from the Famous Mister Ed…

(Who is just a horse and not a real person)

“Go right to the source and ask the horse…

“Do you read before you enforce

 “That this is a post that you’d endorse?

“He’s always on a steady course…

“Talk to Mister Ed.”

Readers!

Readers!

“My Kingdom! For Readers!”

This rant is certainly not directed at those of you who actually read my scribblings. It is directed at those few, those happy few who… Never mind:

Y’all catch my drift, as I am certainly not the only one who experiences this.

And in Closing, Allow Me To Say This About That:

Please Don’t Hesitate To “Like” A Post Of Mine Now Because You Mistakenly Assume I Will Be Wondering,

Where Is The Frickin’ Comment?”

I No Longer Think That Way

So ‘Like’ Away!!

Cheers To All My Good Friends Out There in ‘Radio Land’.

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Comments from the original post below. (Best to start at the bottom and read your way up. Makes more sense that way.)

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LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 18:37 Edit

And likewise.

🙂

janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:53 Edit

No problem Lance, I’m glad to “meet” you 🙂

LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 15:46 Edit

Bona-fide speed reader!

Awesome (I read fast too and sometimes I also out-type my brain, which can have unfortunate consequences….at times)

😉

Thank you very much for your visits and commentary.

Always makes my day to have feedback.

Cheers,

-Lance

janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:41 Edit

Believe if or not, I did read it that quickly because I’m just that good 🙂

Succinct and brilliant! I,like, totally liked it.

Teela Hart June 7, 2014 at 03:24 Edit

🙂

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 08:29 Edit

Of course.

😉

Teela Hart June 6, 2014 at 06:40 Edit

I’ve always loved Mr. Ed.

And a comment is a comment of course of course. 😀

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:18 Edit

Funny paradox, ain’t it? Catch 22?

LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:15 Edit

Exactly how my mind works!

Hahahaha

Yep

Thanks for not being a ‘bot’.

Laughing. See? You made me laugh.

Now here is your token for a free Lone Star Beer redeemable at Lackland O Club only.

😉

happierheathen June 6, 2014 at 00:08 Edit

So, then, you’re writing for those who never read your stuff so won’t know of it anyway. It makes perfect sense to me.

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As Promised and Foretold:

God’s Wisdom

(Apologies to Ogden Nash)

God in His wisdom let people die
God in His wisdom made them all fry

The People, they cried
Why Dear God Why?

God in His wisdom
All part of my Plan
Don’t ask me again
I am that I am

God in His wisdom
Boo Hoo and Boo Hoo

The People they cried,
Dear God, Oh Dear God,
Even We True?

God in His wisdom, Yes
Even you
God in His wisdom made sure we all knew

That God with His wisdom,
Is an Asshole
Tried and True Blue

And Jesus wept
Boo… Hoo!

 

 

Zen and the Art of Commentary Maintenance

(With Apologies to Robert M. Pirsig)

Likes and Loves and Laughing Faces
Thumbs up Thumbs up
We’re off to the races!

A cheap thrill sensation
Brings joy and elation
With so much emoji
We’ll never be lonely

But cheap thrills ain’t lasting
Only forecasting
A sugary crash
Just a quick flash

It’s comments we want
No matter the font
Comments are golden
They fling the door open

Provide inspiration
Never inflation
True comments auspicious
And very propitious

Writers need feedback
Not smiley Prozac
If compelled to emoji
Don’t do that only

Take some small time
Drop a thin dime
Comment away
Make someone’s day

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(Yeah, I actually wrote that shit above)

Back in the day when I used to be a ‘writer’.

Years and Beers & Tears ago…

Y’all Wanna Know The Worst Tactile Sensation Ever?

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Of course you do.

It is when you go to flush the toilet and that handle snarls back at you, rather limp-wrist’d, as if to say,

“Not tonight Asshole. Go back to sleep.”

(Now, in some truth, I could probably improve this post. For example: I should not have referenced ‘limp wrists”. In truth, y’all know how it is when you go to flush that toilet and there just ain’t no resistance. “Limp Wrists’ was just about all I could manage at the time of publishing…. (Isn’t that funny? Like I am a fucking news paper?) Dead-lines!

Some one shoot me!

(Make it quick! Head Shot! Right thru the mouth–or better…the mouse.)

God and some foll’ers will thank  you.

Foretelling  ‘Foreboding’ (See? I tend to edit as as I go… My father once tole me, “Lance! Enuff! Enough! It takes an editor to be smart; that is why we make more monies.”) some deep sea-toilet trolling (trolling?)  diving to fix.

Yeah…

Really?

Don’t think so.

Maybe tomorrow…

(There are three (other) toilets in this ‘Mouse-House’)

“So, fuck off.”

(My toilet did not reply)

Yes,  I talk to my toilet… don’t we all?

“Take your hand off that mouse Mister! Don’t make me come over there.”

“Yessir! Please don’t shoot me; I’m just the piano-player.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me. What do you think, Jim?”

“Yeah. Bullshit. Shoot him.”

“OK.”

Bang! Bang!

“He gone.”

(Sorry, Si Robertson; some of this … this is probably out-of-context)

Then again…

Maybe not.

We will not even begin to speak about your brother.

Damnit! I miss Christopher Hitchens!

 

Even more embarrassing:

You know the toilet is broke dick dog.

Yet…

You still try to ‘visit.’

And it takes three tries to get into the door.

(Yet, it is a really small door–just sayin’– and not so easily navigated, drunk nor sober)

Only to be so disappointed (yet again) over the the whole toilet experience.

OK.

Fine!

Resist?

Naw!

Below, please discover Lenny’s take on toilet-training.

(and of course: entertaining, or reasonable facsimile)

 

“Take This Toilet And Boil It.”

(Watch/Listen Below. Otherwise it all just falls apart)

 

OKAY!

I have a serious bug-up-my-butt!

And…

I am only going to say this once (Thank Baby Hey-Zeus!)

The People Who Died On Nine – Eleven

Were NOT Heros!

THEY were VICTIMS!

That is ALL THEY Were!

Victims.

Now! 

Let us revenge  avenge them!

Ed. Note: Of course the first responders Were, nay ARE Heroes and shall always remain such. And as Mark pointed out so were those civilians inside the towers who gave their lives trying to help their fellows escape. When I refer to ‘victims’ I am referring to the ninety percent who were just doing what we all do everyday: We get up, go to work, come home, kiss the significant other, pet the dog or the cat or the goldfish, and then next day, rinse and repeat.  They were just innocent victims.

And I have been to war, and revenge is lame and not really strategic.

Nor magic.

It is just… death.

(You figger out my meaning)

I am done here.

Cheers!

Lanc’d

P.S. If anyone out there knows history of the Mid East….

I invite debate.

And I worked so hard… to get the “Stray Cat Shuffle” for y’all. And here it was, right here, all along:

And for some YouTube Reasons the above link don’t work: try the one below.

(Yeah! I am pissed at technol–Oh Gee!)

Try again.

Don’t give up,

And remember: if your computer is ‘broken’, re-boot. 

Solves ninety nine per-cent of problems…

These word ‘O’h  These words!

From an’ old computer geek.

(And no! I never envisioned that day, that day, whereby, I would even think, let alone, utter, those words. Guess I have come full circle.)

SHIT!

http://wp.me/p2Yfgl-1co