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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Simple Was and Is No More

It was the only phone company in town but they tried not to act like it. You went to McDonald's and ordered a cheeseburger and fries and you left.  You turned on the T.V. and sat down to watch.


Where did it all go?


Burger?
Yes.
Turkey?  Beef?  Angus?  Natural? 
What?  Just gimme a burger. 


Telephone?  Throw the old thing against the wall.  Stomp on it.  Flush it.  It still worked.  Spin the dial or push some buttons and it called your friends and family just perfectly.  Sure you had to stand within 3 feet and there was no way you could get any color than black or pink but did you really care?  Did you even think about it?  Now you have to shop and decide and compare for days just to get a new phone.  And then you have to pay waaaay too much for years.  If you drop it, it's doomed.  You have to walk around with unsightly cracks until the day you find a lot more money.


The T.V?  Used to be that you hit a button and it came on.  You had 3 and a half channels (the UHF half).  No big deal. Now we have to turn the T.V. on and then turn it on again.  You can't just turn it on anymore, you have to punch this button and then that button.  You can't punch that button and then this one because it won't work.  It has to be this button and then that one.  Then you start looking for a good show.  Takes a full minute or two to realize that, even though you have over a hundred channels, you end up with only about 3 and a half channels that you can stand to watch.


We have a boat that has a radio.  We couldn't figure out how to make the old radio work because it acted like it was possessed.  We bought a new radio.  It too seems possessed.  I actually had to read the damnit book to see how to turn the radio on.  You have to push the knob and when the display lights up you need to turn the knob to some setting.  Then you push the knob again when the setting displays the correct menu selection to be used to turn the music on.  It doesn't say "Turn the music on"   and it doesn't even say "ON".  It says something that wouldn't make sense unless you read the book.  Why can't we just hit a button and turn something on.


Ms. Donna is about to quit the world   She sadly complained the other night, that she feels like the only person in the world who can't make electronic things work.  I told her that many have the same challenges.  It's a damn demanding world. 


The U.S.A. is obsessed with giving us so many possible features that we get confused and frustrated and pissed off when we try to buy or use anything anymore.  I've thought about moving to Russia.  Go into a bread store in the U.S. and what do you see?  Bread.  Bread, bread, bread.  Everywhere there's bread.  There's Italian bread and there's cheese bread and there's apple bread and there's home-made bread and there's cinnamon bread and there's frosted bread and white and dark and rye and 100%fiber and 100% grain and 100% wheat and my gawd, there's bread.  How do you decide what the heck to do?  They often actually have a bread advisor to help you keep from going mad trying to decide.
Go to a bread store in Russia, Hah.
"Bread. One loaf.  Brown.  Move now.  Go 'way."


That's the way to do it.
Don't let people decide.  Just give them what you want, not what they want.  Stop ruining their lives.  Stop complicating things. 


Politicians have figured that part of the world out for us lately.  The last few years we have discovered that there is no need to vote for our favorite heroes anymore.  Considering the people who have been running for president in the past elections, what you have to do now is vote for the least stupid one in the field.  You don't vote FOR anyone anymore.  You vote, instead, AGAINST the most stupid one.


Maybe we should let them run our lives.  Oh wait.  They do. 
Well crap.  I guess there's nothing else to say then.  It's all been decided for us.  Just give the people so much stuff to decide on that they'll never notice the total stupidity of their leadership.  Confuse them and they will come.  Mess with the masses, who cares if they think we're all asses. 


Uh.  sorry.  I should get back to my nap.

















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