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Tuesday, July 30, 2024

A Political Litmus Test--Laughter

One of the greatest joys in my life is sitting around with my grandchildren and laughing.  Whenever we are together, we laugh a lot.  It makes me feel good.  Laughter has always been a big part of my life . . . I like to laugh.  As a pastor I told every congregation I served, that it wasn’t worship unless we laughed at least once in every gathering.  Laughter is holy.  Laughter is important.  Consider these quotes:

 

“A day without laughter is a day wasted.” – Charlie Chaplin

 

“It is cheerful to God when you rejoice or laugh from the bottom of your heart.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

 

“There is little success where there is little laughter.” – Andrew Carnegie

 

“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.” – Victor Borge

 

“If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know someone, don’t bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he’s a good person.” – Fyodor Dostoyevsky

 

“The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.” – Bennett Cerf

 

“People who stop laughing are always the ones who get hurt.” – Josh Sundquist

 

“Laughter is carbonated holiness.” – Anne Lammott

 

“Carbonated holiness . . .” says Anne Lammott.  Who doesn’t want a little carbonated holiness in their life?  I know that I do and so do many others.  That is why I am confused at what I am seeing and hearing in the presidential campaign.  According to one party, laughter is a sign of mental illness or insanity.  The other party is proclaiming that it is a sign of a healthy and whole individual.  Whatever, laughter has become a hot topic in politics since there are no serious issues that the candidates should be focusing on . . . inflation, immigration, climate change, abortion, education, taxation.  No . . . the “hot” issue right now is “laughter”.  It seems that the Republicans find it strange, crazy, insulting, and weird that the Democrat candidate, Kamala Harris likes to laugh.  The Democrats are quick to point out that their candidate never laughs . . . even though he believes himself to be a “funny guy . . . the funniest . . . the best” . . . he doesn’t laugh.

 

Of course, all this posturing about laughter makes me laugh.  My gut reaction is to proclaim, “Come on, guys!  Laughter!  Really?”  When did laughter become political?

 

As I stated, I enjoy laughter.  It is a step into holiness and wholeness.  For me, it can be sacred.  It is just plain old fun.  Nothing beats a good belly laugh.  Shirley MacClain stated: “A person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.”  If you know me, you know that there is a lot to laugh about.  It is probably why the grandchildren and I laugh so much . . . Papa is a character!  Besides, I agree with Victor Borge when he says, “Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.”  And, whatever you want to call your “higher power” calls us to connect, to love, and care for one another.  Laughter marks such holiness.

 

I guess if “laughter” is going political, then I vote in favor of laughter.  I like a person, political or not, who laughs.  Kamala Harris laughs.  She has been known to laugh at herself in the midst of a speech.  She will laugh during press conferences.  She laughs in interviews.  The woman loves to laugh and apparently, she sees much in life that is humorous.  And she comes by it naturally.  The women she grew up around—especially her mother—would sit around the kitchen, drinking coffee, telling big stories with big laughs.  They loved to laugh.  Laughter is a part of who she is.  I like that.

 

Kamala might be onto something.  Laughter is good for us.  It is the best medicine, and it doesn’t cost us anything.  The benefits of laughter:

       ·        It relaxes the whole body.

·        It boosts the immune system—it decreases stress hormones and increases immune and infection-fighting antibodies.

·        It triggers the release of endorphins—the body’s natural feel-good chemicals.

·        Protects the heart—increases the function of the heart, protects against heart attacks and other cardiovascular problems.

·        Laughter burns calories—10 to 15 minutes of laughing a day can burn approximately 40 calories—enough to lose three or four pound a year.

·        It lightens your anger’s load—diffuses anger and conflict.

·        It might even help you live longer—studies have shown that those who laugh live longer than those who don’t.

·        It keeps you more mentally healthy.

Norman Cousins said that was what got him through cancer . . . what kept him going: “Hearty laughter is a good way to jog internally without having to go outdoors.”  I think that is the kind of exercise we can all appreciate.  Apparently, the way Kalama likes to laugh, she is going to live a long, healthy life.

It is said that people who laugh are: optimistic and positive outlook on life; have a sense of humor that sees the lighter side of life; relaxed and easygoing—have less stress; social and outgoing; creative and imaginative; emotionally expressive—are comfortable expressing their emotions; able to see the absurd; and, have a healthy coping mechanism.  People who laugh seem to be more relaxed and accepting of life as it is . . . they are ready to be amazed . . . they are curious.  They have fewer prejudices and can laugh about themselves.  They are positive, live in the moment, and value spontaneity.  They are fun to be around.

 

I like that.

 

That is the sort of person I could see leading people . . . leading a nation.  I think one of the issues that Richard Nixon had when running for president against John F. Kennedy was his public image.  When he and Kennedy were scheduled to debate on television—which were mostly black-and-white, Nixon fretted and practically refused to debate.  He did not look like the happy-go-lucky, smiling Kennedy.  In comparison, Nixon looked like a gruff mean man.  He struggled with that his whole time in public service.  He saw that his image was a minus when it came to the public and who was more likeable . . . someone who smiled and laughed was more popular. 

 

Kamala likes to smile.  She likes to laugh.  She seems to see life as something to embrace, explore, and enjoy.  She looks like fun.  Her opponent, on the other hand, does not.  Her opponent rarely laughs, but more often than not, when he does laugh it is usually at someone or at someone else’s expense.  He comes across as always angry . . . always grumpy . . . always like he has a burr in his saddle.  He does not project a whole lot of positivity.  He comes across as a “downer” . . . sucks the life out of the party.   And I think he knows it.

 

That is why “laughter” has suddenly become a part of the campaign . . . a part of the strategy.  The grumpy one and his party have deemed laughter to be a “bad” thing.  They have proclaimed it to be a weakness . . . a sign of mental illness.  Because Kamala laughs, he has claimed that she is “crazy and nuts . . . a lunatic.”  Suddenly laughter is seen as a negative.  People who laugh cannot be taken seriously.  The arguments are silly.  It is enough to make one . . . wait a minute . . . LAUGH.

 

This is crazy stuff.

 

If the election is going to be based on “laughter” . . . damn the important stuff . . . I am going to lean towards the candidate that laughs.  Kamala is a good person . . . she laughs.  If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know someone, don’t bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he’s a good person,” writes Fyodor Dostoyevsky.  I am leery of the candidate who can’t laugh.  Poet Robert Frost writes, “If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.”

 

All this political posturing over laughter makes me think . . . who is insane?  The one who laughs or the one who never laughs . . .

 

. . . the whole thing makes me laugh.  Besides, I side with joy every time.  It’s the holy way.


 

Thursday, July 25, 2024

Splat!

 

What did the bug say to the windshield when crashing into it?  That’s me all over you!  What did the windshield say to the bug?  Bet you don’t have the guts to do that again!

Do you know what was the last thing that went through the bug’s mind when it hit the windshield? It’s rear end.

 

‘Tis the season!

 

Most of the time I don’t notice . . . don’t notice all of the bug guts smeared across the windshield of my car.  The only times that I do notice are when I am driving into the sun and the light reveals all those hundreds, thousands of bugs that came smashing into my windshield leaving their mark.  That can be frustrating because it makes it difficult to see where I am going.  Frustrated, I always turn wipers with the window washing fluid . . . and just smear those bug innards across the windshield in one glorious arch . . . and, suddenly I can see even less.  That is when I make a mental note that I need to clean my windshield the next time I get gas.  It is such a fleeting thought . . . quickly forgotten, until the next time the sunlight comes streaming through on my commute.

 

Unfortunately . . . others do notice.  They notice and enjoy pointing it out.  Typically, the usual comment is, “Yuck!”  Sometimes it is “gross.”  Whatever the adjective, the message comes across loud and clear . . . CLEAN THE WINDSHIELD!  I hear them.  I get the point.  Yet, at the same time, I cringe.  I cringe because it is an effort in futility.  It is insanity.  Someone once said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”  That is what cleaning the bug strewn windshield is during the season of the bugs.

 

Bug splats on the windshield are a hassle.  As I have said numerous times, I don’t pay much attention to them unless they make a great big “splatting” sound when they hit the windshield.  Sound effects make them a little more interesting.  Though I do not give much attention to them, others do.  In fact, Mark Hostetler—an urban wildlife ecologist at the University of Florida, was curious about why bugs hit the windshield and why.  He calls himself a “splatologist”.  While researching birds and cities one summer, he broaden his research bugs and their splats on his windshield as he toodled across the country.  The result? That Gunk on Your Car: A Unique Guide to Insects of North America . . . a book about his research as a splatologist.

 

It seems that most splats occur at night.  Most bugs fly a mere four to five feet above the ground.  Headlights are mistaken for moonlight . . . which attracts the bugs and leads to their demise.  Bugs also do their splatting during the daytime.  Often, it is the night-time filled with vehicular light that attracts most of the bugs to their premature deaths on a windshield at 70 miles per hour.

 

With this knowledge the truth is revealed.  Bugs aren’t running into windshields.  Windshields run into bugs.  We drivers are the culprits . . . the guilty party . . . the ones to blame.  It is funny how we say “a bug hit my windshield” when we are the ones going 70 miles per hour.  I bet if you asked the bug’s family, they would describe it differently.  I guess it is a matter of perspective.

 

By the way . . . a splat is a splat, right?  According to Hostetler, you can tell a lot about splats from their color.  During the summer my windshield looks like some sort of psychedelic painting of three colors—red, yellow, and clear.  Yeah, I know, “clear” is not a color . . . but you know what I am talking about . . . the “clear” smear.  The splatologist states that the yellow or cream-colored splats are most likely a moth or a butterfly.  The red?  A splat with a bit of red in it is most likely a female.  Female because they are the biters.  That red is blood . . . somebody’s blood.  The female insect needs the blood for her eggs to develop.  Bet you didn’t know that!

 

Knowledge is great, but it doesn’t remove the bug goo off the windshield. That is the issue.  The “goo” is the substance that functions like blood in insects called hemolymph.  It is often that transparent liquid that quickly dries on the windshield glass.  It is quite sticky, causing the bug that’s smacked to stick and stay there.  It is compounded by the wind generated by the vehicle’s speed that accelerates the drying as well as the heat generated by both the car and sun, baking them on.  Though experts say that this substance isn’t impermeable . . . I’d say it is a kissing cousin to super- or Gorrilla-glue.  A hassle!

 

It is removable . . . but it is quite a process.  It is the process that slays me.

 

The first step, wash the car . . . gets the bulk of the dirt and grime off the car, but not all of it.  Buy some bug spray remove . . . spend the money to remove the honey.  If you haven’t figured it out, I am not a big fan of spending money.  Car wash soap . . . bug removal spray . . . wallet getting thinner.  After the car is washed, spray the bug removal spray all over the bugs clinging to the windshield.  Let it set for a while.  Now, take the cleaning cloth—microfiber is the best (again, more money) and start scrubbing the windshield.  Keep scrubbing.  A little more . . . might have to use an abrasive tool like a razor blade to scrape the bugs off even after soaking them in the removal spray—more $$$$.  Add in a little detailing spray—more $$$$--and the job is almost done.  Then the final touch-up is to get glass cleaner, spray down the windshield, and wipe ‘er on down.  Voila . . . clean windshield.  Just a little time (up to an hour), a little muscle power, and a substantial sum of moola . . . a clean windshield!

 

Five minutes later, driving down the road . . . splat.  Insanity!  Back to square one.

 

Trust me . . . I know.  ‘Tis the season . . . and it drives me buggy!