Tee-riffic! They SHOULD git calls! Thank ya! And do please report back in the comments here if you git a response--I'm just curious what sorta justification they can offer... damned fools n' dangerous'uns too!
Ms. Moses (not being overly formal, just like that little lyric bit from The Weight),
Sorry to learn that the heartless NYC death cult (a-a-and they don't even have the heart to do it the old-fashioned Aztec way...prolly worried about getting cancelled for improper cultural appropriation) won't let you or the kids in unless they have one of those Logan's Run palm flowers (the new kind, where maybe you *won't* make it to your 21st birthday).
Not too unlike that Johnathan Swift fellow, who had some bang-up ideas about how to use kids back when there was a serious food shortage, I have a few modest proposals...not sure if every one of them is exactly legal, but compared to his idea of chowin' down on chilluns, they seem pretty mild to me:
1) They have a website & a publicly available email for ticket sales...y'all have some smart, home-schooled or un-schooled middle-school-aged youngsters who are being dismissively told to play Fauci Roulette or else they can't have a certain curated cultural experience. Many of them are cyber-savvy. Some of them may feel positively philanthropic toward these LOSers and might undertake a voluntary program involving taking the LOS website down for beneficial 'maintenance'. In addition, some others (you know, there's always some of them, no matter how hard & sweetly you try to raise 'em proper) may just be tired of being bullied by scared old people and feel the urge to lash out at the bullies. Directing your (and their) attention to that email address for ticket sales. Cyber-simple as it might be, giving that email account a flood, so epic it would make them consider adding a music routine featuring one of their star performers as Noah, might be a handy way for your youngsters to do some of that 'negotiating meaning' sense-making stuff that the public school teachers (well, their middle and upper management taskmasters) are so big on these days. (I was a credentialed Sp. Ed. teacher out on the west coast some years back, so maybe the stakes have been raised up to CRT and Baskin-Robbins gender theory, but I'm sure they're still into negotiating meaning and sense-making).
2) It's probably going to be chilly or worse outdoors, but good old-fashioned in-person protest outside the venue might be effective. Maybe kids would have to get a Junior Parade Permit to be able to lawfully walk on the sidewalk dressed up like Scrooges & Tiny Tims (not meaning to do any height shaming here...you could always have the taller, heftier ones be the Tiny Tims & Little Nells, you know, like for irony). In-person protest is mostly a thing of the past, compared to back in the olden days, so maybe the best you could hope for would be to open the minds of a few Grandpas & Grandmas...but as Professor Irwin Corey useta say, "However"...if you got the right oldies to thinking clearly, the ones that are quite well off and do things like donate big bucks to make sure their favorite grandkids got prominent parts (you know, like corruption, but all benevolent-like...the way philanthropaths do it), you never know how sometimes a seemingly (in the greater scheme of things) insignificant thing, like a little bomb thrown at a carriage scared some horses enough to start a world-wide war, might just have some unintended consequences of the best kind. (Good, better, best consequences...let your older kids riff on that and see if they can come up with a Spielberg routine.)
3) I'll have to run this one by my Samoan attorney first, but the basic idea goes like this. You know how the WEFers and gambling-oriented elite folks want to create stocks based on certain segments of the population and do some sort of market trading (like stock market gambling, but with people as the underlying commodities)? Well, I say we could set up an internet-based stock market with the LOSers as the underlying commodities and we let folks outside the venue gamble on how many of the attendees will "Collapse Suddenly" or even "Die Suddenly" during each performance. Although regular folks could win or lose based on the lamentable outcomes, it would probably have to be non-profit for the organizing entity...like otherwise, if you set up the market and took a small percentage as a "commission", well, there might be some legal exposure (plus if you didn't offer to cut some mobsters in on the deal, thus getting a certain level of protection,all the mobsters in the area might get testy). Like I said, we'll know more when Eusebio Macadangdang, Esq. gets back from his Continuing Professional Education course in Comparative Amazon River Indigenous Entheogenic Shamanism down somewhere in the (you guessed it already dincha?) Amazon. Don't worry a bit about that acronymming into CARIES, he flosses and brushes regularly and anyway, tooth decay isn't contagious.
If anything spookier than the above pops into my head while I'm vaxx-carding the local youngsters here to make sure they, you know, actually deserve some can damndy, I'll be back with the ideas.
P.S. Loved the music clips, especially Cher & Glen. My late wife was a year ahead of Nancy Sinatra at Hollywood High School, but didn't have any interesting stories about her. But that Jack Parsons guy over at JPL was a sort of adopted uncle wrt her folks and she had some funny info about him.
New Yorkers used to be different. They had a sense of humor. And they were not the kind of folks you could push around with stupid BS. But now….. FUGETABOUTIT!!! You’re so right. They’ve turned into stupid obedient pushovers. I think it must be something in the water. And of course the hypnotic effect of sitting in front of the boob tube can cause a perfectly normal bloke to accept anything you tell ‘em. And when it’s revealed to be untrue they’ll still believe you. The last time I was in Manhattan it really felt like being right in the middle of the Twilight Zone.
Ha ha, yup, somethin' in the water (fluoride? or Dr. Ardis's snake venom!) -- I dunno but yup, they'z lost their sense'a humor and their gumption and it's VERY Twilight Zone here... The late great Rod Serling could'a made some swell episodes with the current city-in-ruins we got. (Actually there is one episode that takes place in an abandoned Coney Island--with the late great Jack Klugman--https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0734545/ -- seems some'a this is too REAL today!)
I got a story for. Stranger than fiction. In 1967 I was visiting NYC with my mom staying the NY Hilton on 6th Ave. I was 16 at the time when I stepped into the elevator and there I was alone with Rod Serling taking a ride down 40 stories into the Twilight Zone. I couldn’t resist so I asked him if his stories were true and Rod appearing exactly like he looked on the show took a drag on his cigarette, smiled and said, “Yeah kid. They are.”
Ha ha, and thanks fer the vote'a sympathy and all yer fun suggestions too!
My contribution here is jus' this "stack article" but hopefully someone'll take up the torch and run with it--in fact, it seems like I gotta volunteer in the comments whose gonna give'em a piece'a their mind!
We're pakin' to leave so no time for me to organize any big efforts--and again, my darlin' daughters are years too old to do this kiddie concert series now so I have'ta pick my battles and leave this one to be online (in the ether as it whar) vs in person.
I'm not averse to gettin' out and bearin' signs and spoofin' as needed--during the first two years I an' the fambly showed up at nearly all the NYC lockdown an' mandate protests and then some (in Albany too!). I made at least two sandwich boards I wore! Plus we did a couple protest-type song-videos--all links on this "stack"--with one in the werks (I'll git to it!) So we do what we all can and I sure will keep on writin' and hope to do more once we get resettled...
As I said, we'z a leavin' the city (Goodbye Ol' Paint...)--fer my hubby's unjabbed and STILL banned from work here after 3 years (nearly) a waitin'. Thus far in NYC the 100+ person clot-shot mandate "ruling" can be "optionally enforced" (like optionally enforcin' blacks to sit at the back'a the bus?) so there ain't no hope fer us stayin'. Many places are keepin' their mandates like so many useless silver souvenir spoons. But the city's goin' down the tubes fer sure anywaz, so we ain't leavin' what we once had here. Some small consolation...
So since I need to pack fer the move, I won't mahself be startin' a movement to fight the LOSers (I like that!) but I do appreciate yer suggestions and ya never know who'll see'em and I DO hope they come to their senses one way 'r another!
And I'll keep on callin' out NYC idiocy when I see it here thar an' everywhar--still's my town even tho I'm leavin' it fer now at least... thanks agin'!
THANK YOU!!!!! An please post back if ya hear back!
Tee-riffic! They SHOULD git calls! Thank ya! And do please report back in the comments here if you git a response--I'm just curious what sorta justification they can offer... damned fools n' dangerous'uns too!
Ms. Moses (not being overly formal, just like that little lyric bit from The Weight),
Sorry to learn that the heartless NYC death cult (a-a-and they don't even have the heart to do it the old-fashioned Aztec way...prolly worried about getting cancelled for improper cultural appropriation) won't let you or the kids in unless they have one of those Logan's Run palm flowers (the new kind, where maybe you *won't* make it to your 21st birthday).
Not too unlike that Johnathan Swift fellow, who had some bang-up ideas about how to use kids back when there was a serious food shortage, I have a few modest proposals...not sure if every one of them is exactly legal, but compared to his idea of chowin' down on chilluns, they seem pretty mild to me:
1) They have a website & a publicly available email for ticket sales...y'all have some smart, home-schooled or un-schooled middle-school-aged youngsters who are being dismissively told to play Fauci Roulette or else they can't have a certain curated cultural experience. Many of them are cyber-savvy. Some of them may feel positively philanthropic toward these LOSers and might undertake a voluntary program involving taking the LOS website down for beneficial 'maintenance'. In addition, some others (you know, there's always some of them, no matter how hard & sweetly you try to raise 'em proper) may just be tired of being bullied by scared old people and feel the urge to lash out at the bullies. Directing your (and their) attention to that email address for ticket sales. Cyber-simple as it might be, giving that email account a flood, so epic it would make them consider adding a music routine featuring one of their star performers as Noah, might be a handy way for your youngsters to do some of that 'negotiating meaning' sense-making stuff that the public school teachers (well, their middle and upper management taskmasters) are so big on these days. (I was a credentialed Sp. Ed. teacher out on the west coast some years back, so maybe the stakes have been raised up to CRT and Baskin-Robbins gender theory, but I'm sure they're still into negotiating meaning and sense-making).
2) It's probably going to be chilly or worse outdoors, but good old-fashioned in-person protest outside the venue might be effective. Maybe kids would have to get a Junior Parade Permit to be able to lawfully walk on the sidewalk dressed up like Scrooges & Tiny Tims (not meaning to do any height shaming here...you could always have the taller, heftier ones be the Tiny Tims & Little Nells, you know, like for irony). In-person protest is mostly a thing of the past, compared to back in the olden days, so maybe the best you could hope for would be to open the minds of a few Grandpas & Grandmas...but as Professor Irwin Corey useta say, "However"...if you got the right oldies to thinking clearly, the ones that are quite well off and do things like donate big bucks to make sure their favorite grandkids got prominent parts (you know, like corruption, but all benevolent-like...the way philanthropaths do it), you never know how sometimes a seemingly (in the greater scheme of things) insignificant thing, like a little bomb thrown at a carriage scared some horses enough to start a world-wide war, might just have some unintended consequences of the best kind. (Good, better, best consequences...let your older kids riff on that and see if they can come up with a Spielberg routine.)
3) I'll have to run this one by my Samoan attorney first, but the basic idea goes like this. You know how the WEFers and gambling-oriented elite folks want to create stocks based on certain segments of the population and do some sort of market trading (like stock market gambling, but with people as the underlying commodities)? Well, I say we could set up an internet-based stock market with the LOSers as the underlying commodities and we let folks outside the venue gamble on how many of the attendees will "Collapse Suddenly" or even "Die Suddenly" during each performance. Although regular folks could win or lose based on the lamentable outcomes, it would probably have to be non-profit for the organizing entity...like otherwise, if you set up the market and took a small percentage as a "commission", well, there might be some legal exposure (plus if you didn't offer to cut some mobsters in on the deal, thus getting a certain level of protection,all the mobsters in the area might get testy). Like I said, we'll know more when Eusebio Macadangdang, Esq. gets back from his Continuing Professional Education course in Comparative Amazon River Indigenous Entheogenic Shamanism down somewhere in the (you guessed it already dincha?) Amazon. Don't worry a bit about that acronymming into CARIES, he flosses and brushes regularly and anyway, tooth decay isn't contagious.
If anything spookier than the above pops into my head while I'm vaxx-carding the local youngsters here to make sure they, you know, actually deserve some can damndy, I'll be back with the ideas.
P.S. Loved the music clips, especially Cher & Glen. My late wife was a year ahead of Nancy Sinatra at Hollywood High School, but didn't have any interesting stories about her. But that Jack Parsons guy over at JPL was a sort of adopted uncle wrt her folks and she had some funny info about him.
New Yorkers used to be different. They had a sense of humor. And they were not the kind of folks you could push around with stupid BS. But now….. FUGETABOUTIT!!! You’re so right. They’ve turned into stupid obedient pushovers. I think it must be something in the water. And of course the hypnotic effect of sitting in front of the boob tube can cause a perfectly normal bloke to accept anything you tell ‘em. And when it’s revealed to be untrue they’ll still believe you. The last time I was in Manhattan it really felt like being right in the middle of the Twilight Zone.
Ha ha, yup, somethin' in the water (fluoride? or Dr. Ardis's snake venom!) -- I dunno but yup, they'z lost their sense'a humor and their gumption and it's VERY Twilight Zone here... The late great Rod Serling could'a made some swell episodes with the current city-in-ruins we got. (Actually there is one episode that takes place in an abandoned Coney Island--with the late great Jack Klugman--https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0734545/ -- seems some'a this is too REAL today!)
I got a story for. Stranger than fiction. In 1967 I was visiting NYC with my mom staying the NY Hilton on 6th Ave. I was 16 at the time when I stepped into the elevator and there I was alone with Rod Serling taking a ride down 40 stories into the Twilight Zone. I couldn’t resist so I asked him if his stories were true and Rod appearing exactly like he looked on the show took a drag on his cigarette, smiled and said, “Yeah kid. They are.”
Ha ha, and thanks fer the vote'a sympathy and all yer fun suggestions too!
My contribution here is jus' this "stack article" but hopefully someone'll take up the torch and run with it--in fact, it seems like I gotta volunteer in the comments whose gonna give'em a piece'a their mind!
We're pakin' to leave so no time for me to organize any big efforts--and again, my darlin' daughters are years too old to do this kiddie concert series now so I have'ta pick my battles and leave this one to be online (in the ether as it whar) vs in person.
I'm not averse to gettin' out and bearin' signs and spoofin' as needed--during the first two years I an' the fambly showed up at nearly all the NYC lockdown an' mandate protests and then some (in Albany too!). I made at least two sandwich boards I wore! Plus we did a couple protest-type song-videos--all links on this "stack"--with one in the werks (I'll git to it!) So we do what we all can and I sure will keep on writin' and hope to do more once we get resettled...
As I said, we'z a leavin' the city (Goodbye Ol' Paint...)--fer my hubby's unjabbed and STILL banned from work here after 3 years (nearly) a waitin'. Thus far in NYC the 100+ person clot-shot mandate "ruling" can be "optionally enforced" (like optionally enforcin' blacks to sit at the back'a the bus?) so there ain't no hope fer us stayin'. Many places are keepin' their mandates like so many useless silver souvenir spoons. But the city's goin' down the tubes fer sure anywaz, so we ain't leavin' what we once had here. Some small consolation...
So since I need to pack fer the move, I won't mahself be startin' a movement to fight the LOSers (I like that!) but I do appreciate yer suggestions and ya never know who'll see'em and I DO hope they come to their senses one way 'r another!
And I'll keep on callin' out NYC idiocy when I see it here thar an' everywhar--still's my town even tho I'm leavin' it fer now at least... thanks agin'!
THIS made my day! (Too good a reply--whatta guy he whar!)