OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!! THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated...

cold iron Loc: White House

THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing... I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?..... We just call him 'TV'.
He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer'.
Their first child is "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod".
And JUST BORN A FEW YEARS AGO WAS a Grandchild: IPAD.

OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!! (Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

bahmer

cold iron wrote:

THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing... I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?..... We just call him 'TV'.
He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer'.
Their first child is "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod".
And JUST BORN A FEW YEARS AGO WAS a Grandchild: IPAD.

OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!! (Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT br br A few years... (show quote)

Amen and Amen how true.

Kevyn

cold iron wrote:

THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries, and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing... I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?..... We just call him 'TV'.
He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer'.
Their first child is "Cell Phone".
Second child "I Pod".
And JUST BORN A FEW YEARS AGO WAS a Grandchild: IPAD.

OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!! (Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

THE STRANGER - FOOD FOR THOUGHT br br A few years... (show quote)

I suppose you should use the same logic with television computers and iPads as firearms. They are inanimate objects that can be used for good or evil. Although a TV can just rot a viewers brain not blow it out. All of these devices are a window or pipeline to a world of information, what you invite into your home can be masterpiece theater, the PBS news hour and beautiful National Geographic films. Or you can pipe in pornography, propaganda and mind numbing reality shows. The choice is yours, sadly the latter are the most popular amongst Americans.

cold iron Loc: White House

Kevyn wrote:

I suppose you should use the same logic with telev... (show quote)

Yes inanimate objects, true. But every time I turn on a CBS or NBC show I see two men sucking lips, gag me.
For all, I know it could be you.

bahmer

cold iron wrote:

Yes inanimate objects, true. But every time I turn on a CBS or NBC show I see two men sucking lips, gag me.
For all, I know it could be you.

It's probably him and rumitoid in a lip lock.

saltwind 78 Loc: Murrells Inlet, South Carolina

Well told.

crazylibertarian Loc: Florida by way of New York & Rhode Island

Kevyn wrote:

I suppose you should use the same logic with telev... (show quote)

Sadly, people like Kevyn will use anything to denigrate America & Americans. He makes a statement such as this with no knowledge if it's unique to Americans. We elected for eight years a known c*******t and liberals rejoiced. Now they rue an e******n.

Mike Easterday

Kevyn should move to Iran. As for the original post, it tells the t***h!