God or Gotti
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I've traveled the world and skip ponds like the rocks do, I'm once again, appreciating the
ancestory of mankind. I'm talking about the settlers, explorers, land takers, Barbarians and
murderers that has seen this bearen land by foot and sure undetermined will, as they
discovered it. Before automobiles, airplanes, video conferencing and cell phones.
Before you could use the name recognition feature on your cell phone, to tell your credit
card size device to call home, while matching your sound and speech patterns embedded
in to its silicon chip, to follow your space-age directions. I'm talking about generations
before all of us here now, having the ability to wait because they didn't know it could go any
faster. I'm talking about people having more patience than a Beverly Hills Plastic Surgeon.
Kind of like us now in a way, but with a lot less technology and imagination. Makes you
wonder now at this very moment, if we've come this far and still so far away on issues
beyond this theory, what's to come tomorrow. Makes you ponder and mentally wander
where will we be as a society, in five, ten and fifty years. I mean you may think I'm crazy, but
remember when you were a kid, and you watched cartoons. Not the ones they have now,
where there's more action in them than a Die Hard movie. I'm talking about cartoons. You
know, Johnny Qwest, Speed Racer, The Banana Splits, New Zoo Revue and the
Roadrunner & Coyote. Well, not really the Roadrunner & Coyote, because those were
extremely violent too, if you think about it. But what about the Jetsons. Remember when
Judy Jetson would ask George what he wanted for dinner? Huh, remember that? When
he answered and told her, she would put a pill in a box, and seconds later, it would
look like Kirstie Alley's Hide-away stash snack closet she doesn't want anyone to know
about. Not the stash you can find if you look for it or she admits to. I'm talking about he
stash that's really stashed and buried under carpets and shit. But remember the box
Judy Jetson put that pill in? Ta-da, the microwave and cup-a-soup. Now tell me I'm
crazy if you want, but right now, you cant even help but laugh and say yeap, you're right
again Anthony. You're right again.
But back to the settlers and those that staked their claim back in the day. What I
wonder is something like the chicken and egg theory, which came first. But on my
planet today, I'm wondering in terms of the masses, what came first, travel or
communication? Hey and off the subject for a moment, is it a bit odd that I think or
wonder thoughts like, " I wonder what the alcohol related dependency rate is in Napa
County or areas that grow or make wine. You know what I mean, either being around
it all of the time desensitized you, or you become part of your environment by
becoming it. Like working at a fast food restaurant. Either you're gonna fight over the
chili cheese fries with someone because you love it, or hate them because you're
around it so much. I seen this travel program, and thats what sparked me side
stepping for a moment. Okay, back to the theory.
The other day, I went to my God-sons football game with his father, and we seen a
friend of ours, that grew up with us. We go back, I mean the three of us go way back.
Though we all went to different schools, where and how we met, was universal in our
upbringing. We met at this park where to earn your stripes on many levels, this was the
place to be and earn them. A self evaluation rights of passage place, that will easily
give you street creditability in a very small but large area. From street vendors to ball
players, from hustlers to materialistically showcasing your cars and women, this was the
place to be. On the weekends especially, when all of the top ball players would show up
and test their skills against those not from their normal realm.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I've traveled the world and skip ponds like the rocks do, I'm once again, appreciating the
ancestory of mankind. I'm talking about the settlers, explorers, land takers, Barbarians and
murderers that has seen this bearen land by foot and sure undetermined will, as they
discovered it. Before automobiles, airplanes, video conferencing and cell phones.
Before you could use the name recognition feature on your cell phone, to tell your credit
card size device to call home, while matching your sound and speech patterns embedded
in to its silicon chip, to follow your space-age directions. I'm talking about generations
before all of us here now, having the ability to wait because they didn't know it could go any
faster. I'm talking about people having more patience than a Beverly Hills Plastic Surgeon.
Kind of like us now in a way, but with a lot less technology and imagination. Makes you
wonder now at this very moment, if we've come this far and still so far away on issues
beyond this theory, what's to come tomorrow. Makes you ponder and mentally wander
where will we be as a society, in five, ten and fifty years. I mean you may think I'm crazy, but
remember when you were a kid, and you watched cartoons. Not the ones they have now,
where there's more action in them than a Die Hard movie. I'm talking about cartoons. You
know, Johnny Qwest, Speed Racer, The Banana Splits, New Zoo Revue and the
Roadrunner & Coyote. Well, not really the Roadrunner & Coyote, because those were
extremely violent too, if you think about it. But what about the Jetsons. Remember when
Judy Jetson would ask George what he wanted for dinner? Huh, remember that? When
he answered and told her, she would put a pill in a box, and seconds later, it would
look like Kirstie Alley's Hide-away stash snack closet she doesn't want anyone to know
about. Not the stash you can find if you look for it or she admits to. I'm talking about he
stash that's really stashed and buried under carpets and shit. But remember the box
Judy Jetson put that pill in? Ta-da, the microwave and cup-a-soup. Now tell me I'm
crazy if you want, but right now, you cant even help but laugh and say yeap, you're right
again Anthony. You're right again.
But back to the settlers and those that staked their claim back in the day. What I
wonder is something like the chicken and egg theory, which came first. But on my
planet today, I'm wondering in terms of the masses, what came first, travel or
communication? Hey and off the subject for a moment, is it a bit odd that I think or
wonder thoughts like, " I wonder what the alcohol related dependency rate is in Napa
County or areas that grow or make wine. You know what I mean, either being around
it all of the time desensitized you, or you become part of your environment by
becoming it. Like working at a fast food restaurant. Either you're gonna fight over the
chili cheese fries with someone because you love it, or hate them because you're
around it so much. I seen this travel program, and thats what sparked me side
stepping for a moment. Okay, back to the theory.
The other day, I went to my God-sons football game with his father, and we seen a
friend of ours, that grew up with us. We go back, I mean the three of us go way back.
Though we all went to different schools, where and how we met, was universal in our
upbringing. We met at this park where to earn your stripes on many levels, this was the
place to be and earn them. A self evaluation rights of passage place, that will easily
give you street creditability in a very small but large area. From street vendors to ball
players, from hustlers to materialistically showcasing your cars and women, this was the
place to be. On the weekends especially, when all of the top ball players would show up
and test their skills against those not from their normal realm.