Modern Times

I’m sure you’ve heard the price of everything is going up.
They say Vladamir Putin is to blame for our bad luck.
And the culture war continues to rage hard and mean;
Kind of reminds me of what my body went through when I was a teen.

Trust in our media’s at an all-time low.
They only have themselves to blame for that though.
No one asked them to divide and lie,
But they keep on truckin’ and I think we know why.

The stars and stripes keep getting drug through the mud.
Causes a stir, but can’t imagine Old Glory cares much.
She’s seen and heard worse yet keeps flying high —
A lot of men and women died so we could speak our minds.

Doesn’t matter what the current thing is — it always feels like a sequel.
Followed by the suits telling us to get in line or else remain fearful.
The elite demean, mislead, and force everyone else to sacrifice —
Then they break their own rules, demanding adherence to faulty advice.

I wonder who we’re supposed to listen to.
Who do you trust when freedom is taken from you?
Maybe it’s the verified strangers online,
Or maybe it’s your gut and belief in the divine.

Some look to Rogan or those Obama bros;
Not sure a podcast can bring a country out of the throes.
Even Jon Stewart’s back to turning our differences into a game.
He knows it’s all rigged but at least he still has his fame.

You’re not wrong to worry or feel you’ve been abused.
That’s what happens when a leaderless country abandons you.
But let’s not take it out on each other to stoke the flame.
It’s unlikely a small business or your neighbor is to blame.

There’s one thing that’s worked from the beginning of time.
It’s the one thing they tell you to get out of your mind.
Love is the answer and you know that I’m right.
God didn’t send us here to help politicians fight.

Worthwhile Observations

Norm’s Back From The Dead

Norm Macdonald is my favorite comedian of all time. His comedy was brilliant, hilarious, and somehow mundane. There will never be another comedian like him. For those who haven’t heard, Norm passed away recently after a decade-long private battle with cancer.

No one knew he had cancer! Classic Norm.

We found out last week that he’s coming out with a posthumous standup special that he filmed in his living room during the Covid-19 pandemic. It will come out on Netflix on May 30th.

  • From The Hollywood Reporter: “The stand-up hour is likely a first in the world of comedy — a postmortem last joke and testament from a comic who relished defying convention.”
  • Norm Macdonald during a recent conversation with David Letterman: “You know how I differ from a lot of people? When I have my funeral—you know most of these funerals there’s crying and everyone’s sad and everything like that—and, uh, that’s what I’d like. I've heard of other ones ‘let’s have a party’—ah, ah, whoa! Whoa! There will be a lot of party days later, but right now I’m dead.”

Speaking Of Death

I spent two weeks in the hospital at the beginning of this year. Up until then, I’d never confronted my own mortality. I know I’m going to die. I know everyone I love is going to die. I know this planet and everything on it will eventually die.

How dark was that? My apologies for the reminder. I know death is something we try to avoid thinking or talking about, which makes sense because it’s depressing as heck.

When I was in the hospital, unfortunately, death consumed most of my thoughts. I wasn’t in a good place—physically or mentally. Maybe I’ll write about it one day, but then again I’m not the kind of writer that goes into a lot of detail. This may be all you ever get.

I remember thinking about the best way to die and the legacy one leaves behind. Again, super dark. I don’t have an answer and hope to not have to think about it for a while. What I do know is where I’d like to be buried: my favorite spot in the Uinta Mountains—my family and friends know where it is.

I may have gotten the idea from this Kolton Moore song:

I Hate Boston Sports Teams

I’m a big NBA fan. So, naturally, I’ve been watching the Celtics-Heat Eastern Conference Finals. At the time of this writing, Boston is up 3-2 in the series. I hate it.

In Game 3, two Boston players pretended to be so injured that not only would they be out for the rest of the game, but their very career was in peril. They were both assisted to the locker room. Then, miraculously, they each came back minutes later—in perfect health! They’re just fine.

I know this is a broader problem with today’s NBA (remember when LeBron pretended his hand was broken after he lost the Finals even though he used that hand perfectly fine every game of the series?), but this is a persistent issue with the Boston Celtics. Remember this Paul Pierce moment?

Separate sport, but still Boston: remember Curt Schilling’s bloody sock?

I guess what I’m saying: Let’s go Heat!