Bovine Appreciation Day

Today, July 9, was designated “Cow Appreciation Day” by none other than Chick-Fil-A, the popular fast-food restaurant and Mc Donald’s rival.

Nearly everyone has seen their advertising campaign, featuring black and white cows, holding up “Eat Mor Chikin” signs.  Cows weren’t expected to know proper grammar and spelling.

Customers were encouraged to wear cow costumes to the restaurant. Depending on their ages, participants were rewarded with free entrees or kid’s meals

Rather than humans in cow costumes, how about some pictures of real cows? From my farmer friend, Craig Roberts, real cows outstanding in their fields.

Negativity/Positivity

A You Tube car guru I follow, recently opined that it was incorrect to regard the late Lee Iacocca as a hero. He presided over, was ultimately responsible, for development and marketing of some unremarkable cars, while at the helm of Chrysler and Ford, that should just as well have been forgotten.

My car guru friend did make a point with which I agreed.  Many of those that never said anything positive about Mr. Iacocca when he was alive, were now pouring on accolades.

While it may be inaccurate to call Mr. Iacocca a hero, it is also inaccurate to only regard the negative, in Mr. Iacocca’s long career at Ford and Chrysler.

Negativity seems to be more compelling these days than positivity. Unlike in the cosmos, where negativity/positivity are in balance. Accepted social mores are torn apart daily by PC claptrap. Respected public figures, past and present, are subjected to constant negativity-fests.

It’s ultimately our choice whether to be positive or negative. I choose to look at the good things done by Mr. Iacocca. He brought Chrysler Corporation back from extinction. How it was done could be debated.

What were his lasting legacies in the automotive world? The Mustang is still the most popular pony car. The Chrysler minivan and various clones are still around. Chrysler Corporation didn’t die–even though it was absorbed by Fiat–at the US Government’s insistence.

Mimicry (Not Always Flattering)

Throwing rocks with friends.  Your little sister or brother, not to be left out, threw a rock straight up, it landed on their head.  Activities ended predictably, when sister or brother went home crying.

“You were supposed to be watching your sibling.  What kind of example were you setting?  Did you see that big bump on your little brother’s noggin? No more rock throwing.  Up to your room, young man!”

Sub-zero winter temperatures, media outlets showed people throwing pans of boiling water into the air, demonstrating water’s immediate vaporization.

More that a half-dozen imitators were injured attempting the same stunt.  “Don’t try this at home.”  How many times has that been said?

Peppa Pig and friends, a cartoon, popular among toddlers, and the younger set.  The characters speak in British dialect.  Parents have been surprised by their toddlers doing things “straightaway,” wanting to go on “holiday.”

Mimicry could be far worse.  Ersatz Road Runners, “Beep-beeped,” on playgrounds all over the country in the sixties.

“Hey, Hey, Boo Boo.”  Of course that was Yogi Bear, the famed picnic basket scavenger from Jellystone Park.

Bad Donald Duck imitators were among the worst.

Porky, long before Peppa, stuttered.  Don’t stand near imitators, for fear of inevitable spittle baths, from all those “P’s.” in P-P-Porky P-P-Pig.

 

 

 

Much Ado About Trivialities

What did the “b” represent?  Maybe, breakfast?  No, it stood for “burgers.”  What a letdown. IHOb, nee IHOP’s decision, to enter the burger wars was a real head-scratcher.

How will this play out? There’s too much competition already. They kept the “International House of” prefix.

Will they be offering burgers revved up with salsa, pizza sauce, blue cheese, jalapeno, and the like?

At the recent G7 summit, Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s eyebrows, were the topic of conversation in some circles.  Were they real or fake?

Inspired by the Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle’s complexion, there were some that aspired to tattooed freckles.

On the home front, my dogs no longer sported their pouty faces, after monthly flea, heartworm, and tick treatments.  Forgive and forget.  That’s one of the reasons why I liked my dogs more than most people.

 

Best States/Worst States

Sensationalist headlines. “Rinsed, lathered, repeated” periodically. Perhaps for benefit of those with short-term memory problems.

The Trump, Macron friendship tree disappeared. Where had it gone? Evil conspiracy implied.  Trees had roots, not legs. Turned out it was quarantined as required, by humans in the agriculture department.

Best states in which to retire? Worst states in which to retire? Best states to visit on vacation? Worst states to visit on vacation?  Not speaking in geographical terms, I would most like to be in the states of happiness and contentment; least desired states, would be sadness and desperation.

Yesterday was annual physical day for the two wonder mutts.  They ran through the entire gamut of emotions, from the elation of going for a car ride, to disappointment, and fear at the Veterinarian’s office.  All turned out for the best.

 

Gambling is illegal in the state of mind, I’m in.  –Melanie Safka, from the ‘Nickel Song,’–

The Melody Of Life

The Wichita alignment
Was practically useless
Blinded by headlights
The entire mushroom army
Couldn’t fix this traffic mess
Time of day, weather delays
Not what you wanted to hear–you say
Not kitten on the keys cute
The psychopathy of the situation
Post-Holiday, Mardi Gras
Valentines day, Winter Olympics blues