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September 8, 2016
Fahrenheit 451 Facebook Style
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Here a link to the English translation of a front page article in Norway's Aftenposten concerning Facebook's censorship of one of the most famous photographs of the atrocity of war in history. Everyone who believes in freedom of expression should be concerned about this and write a letter to Mark Zuckerberg.
http://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/ko...
Please notify your GR friends.
Thanks,
DG
Here a link to the English translation of a front page article in Norway's Aftenposten concerning Facebook's censorship of one of the most famous photographs of the atrocity of war in history. Everyone who believes in freedom of expression should be concerned about this and write a letter to Mark Zuckerberg.
http://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/ko...
Please notify your GR friends.
Thanks,
DG
September 5, 2016
A Most Disturbing Sight
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Is there a more disturbing sight than a lovely woman announcing to the whole world that she is an empty-headed pumpkin by endlessly thumb-twiddling her cell phone as life passes her by?
Yes, a lovely pumpkin-head thumb-twiddling her cell phone while smoking a cigarette.
Give me a babe who reads books, drinks wine and curses in at least three languages!
Is there a more disturbing sight than a lovely woman announcing to the whole world that she is an empty-headed pumpkin by endlessly thumb-twiddling her cell phone as life passes her by?
Yes, a lovely pumpkin-head thumb-twiddling her cell phone while smoking a cigarette.
Give me a babe who reads books, drinks wine and curses in at least three languages!
September 4, 2016
A Referendum Smoking With The Faint(ing) Smell Of A Forecast?
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The results are almost all in from the state elections in Angela Merkel's home district of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.
The PC headlines are painfully announcing the fact that the AfD outpaced Merkel's CDU 21.6% to 19.4% in the Frau's own backyard.
Germany's PC spank wanking press sees this as a warning even though the governing coalition is not the least bit threatened. The Social Democrats, the CDU's partner, beat all comers with 30.3%.
The warning the PC spank wankers are bemoaning is that Merkel's chancellorship may be at risk with the growing public rejection of her unilateral decision, without any consultation, to open Germany and the rest of Europe to a flood of millions of immigrants bringing with them a woman-hating ideology that relegates its own mothers, wives, sisters and daughters to second class status.
This obvious contradiction with Germany's support of sexual equality has raised hackles of hypocrisy with the average Fritz-and-Johanna German voter.
I doubt very much that this will snowball into a complete change of government in Germany come 2017, but then, what do I know?
I was the fool who forecast that Donald Trump, Mr. Bat Shit Crazy himself, would never poll over 35% of the Republican primary vote.
The results are almost all in from the state elections in Angela Merkel's home district of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.
The PC headlines are painfully announcing the fact that the AfD outpaced Merkel's CDU 21.6% to 19.4% in the Frau's own backyard.
Germany's PC spank wanking press sees this as a warning even though the governing coalition is not the least bit threatened. The Social Democrats, the CDU's partner, beat all comers with 30.3%.
The warning the PC spank wankers are bemoaning is that Merkel's chancellorship may be at risk with the growing public rejection of her unilateral decision, without any consultation, to open Germany and the rest of Europe to a flood of millions of immigrants bringing with them a woman-hating ideology that relegates its own mothers, wives, sisters and daughters to second class status.
This obvious contradiction with Germany's support of sexual equality has raised hackles of hypocrisy with the average Fritz-and-Johanna German voter.
I doubt very much that this will snowball into a complete change of government in Germany come 2017, but then, what do I know?
I was the fool who forecast that Donald Trump, Mr. Bat Shit Crazy himself, would never poll over 35% of the Republican primary vote.
September 3, 2016
Putting On The Louche
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louche
adjective
1. disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way
If you are one of today's female pop singers with very modest talents, the surefire way to feed the insatiable synergy between publicity and sales is to Put On The Louche.
Madonna, Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus are perfect examples of using an endless variety of louche in an futile effort to cover up their lack of talent.
Putting On The Louche is just another example of Madison Avenue's First Commandment: Sex sells!
So let us drop some names and mention a few artists who actually have great talent and did not have to resort to putting on the louche. Edith Piaf, Billie Holliday, Lena Horne, Barbara Streisand, Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Nana Mouskouri, Monika Zetterund and Dolly Parton come to mind.
Most of these ladies have a legacy of memorable hits. They established their reputations long before today's music videos that beg for female artists to put on the louche. Today's artists are fashioned for the video audiences by the big corporate record labels.
Recently we noticed what one artist could do for herself when she broke away from the mold and made her own artistic decisions. And this girl is eighteen years old with braces on her teeth!
That lady is Zara Larsson who is best known for the music video, "Lush Life," with 350 million YouTube views. The "Lush Life" video is fashioned around some completely forgettable tweeny lyrics and Zara's dancing. Did I mention it had 350 million views?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD4HC...
Zara is not Putting On The Louche with her dancing in this video, but you can see where this record label will eventually take her. Corporate fruit flies are corporate fruit flies. It is all about squeezing that last dollar into the bottom line. It is not about the artist.
Zara has a voice and this petulant flicka is not afraid of her own opinions. It remains to be seen whether or not she will dance the dance of artistic death with the boyz who manage her label.
Judge for yourself.
Recently, Swedish television arranged for some of that country's biggest stars to appear at the Apollo Theatre with The Late Show's Gospel Choir.
Zara chose Roberta Flacks' classic, "Killing Me Softly With His Song."
Please slide the time bar to 39:40. Take notice of her crafted diction of certain words like the single syllable "boy" and remember that English is not her native language. Sinatra took pride in sweating out that kind of enunciation with endless rehearsals.
http://www.svtplay.se/video/10035740/...
Now, slide back to the rehearsal at 14:14 and get a glimpse of this teenager's persona.
Hopefully, Zara Larsson will continue to make her own career decisions instead of wasting that great voice by singing kiddie lyrics for big labels.
Follow your own star, Zara. You own it for now, but you may not own it for very long if the corporate fruit flies have their way with you.
After the kiddie songs run their course, they will expect you to start Putting On The Louche.
BTW-
*Our apologies to "Putting on the Ritz…"*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG3Pn...
louche
adjective
1. disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way
If you are one of today's female pop singers with very modest talents, the surefire way to feed the insatiable synergy between publicity and sales is to Put On The Louche.
Madonna, Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus are perfect examples of using an endless variety of louche in an futile effort to cover up their lack of talent.
Putting On The Louche is just another example of Madison Avenue's First Commandment: Sex sells!
So let us drop some names and mention a few artists who actually have great talent and did not have to resort to putting on the louche. Edith Piaf, Billie Holliday, Lena Horne, Barbara Streisand, Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Nana Mouskouri, Monika Zetterund and Dolly Parton come to mind.
Most of these ladies have a legacy of memorable hits. They established their reputations long before today's music videos that beg for female artists to put on the louche. Today's artists are fashioned for the video audiences by the big corporate record labels.
Recently we noticed what one artist could do for herself when she broke away from the mold and made her own artistic decisions. And this girl is eighteen years old with braces on her teeth!
That lady is Zara Larsson who is best known for the music video, "Lush Life," with 350 million YouTube views. The "Lush Life" video is fashioned around some completely forgettable tweeny lyrics and Zara's dancing. Did I mention it had 350 million views?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD4HC...
Zara is not Putting On The Louche with her dancing in this video, but you can see where this record label will eventually take her. Corporate fruit flies are corporate fruit flies. It is all about squeezing that last dollar into the bottom line. It is not about the artist.
Zara has a voice and this petulant flicka is not afraid of her own opinions. It remains to be seen whether or not she will dance the dance of artistic death with the boyz who manage her label.
Judge for yourself.
Recently, Swedish television arranged for some of that country's biggest stars to appear at the Apollo Theatre with The Late Show's Gospel Choir.
Zara chose Roberta Flacks' classic, "Killing Me Softly With His Song."
Please slide the time bar to 39:40. Take notice of her crafted diction of certain words like the single syllable "boy" and remember that English is not her native language. Sinatra took pride in sweating out that kind of enunciation with endless rehearsals.
http://www.svtplay.se/video/10035740/...
Now, slide back to the rehearsal at 14:14 and get a glimpse of this teenager's persona.
Hopefully, Zara Larsson will continue to make her own career decisions instead of wasting that great voice by singing kiddie lyrics for big labels.
Follow your own star, Zara. You own it for now, but you may not own it for very long if the corporate fruit flies have their way with you.
After the kiddie songs run their course, they will expect you to start Putting On The Louche.
BTW-
*Our apologies to "Putting on the Ritz…"*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG3Pn...
Dirty Socks
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One-third of Americans are locked and loaded to cast their vote for Donald Trump. Another third are panting in their panties for Hillary Clinton.
The remaining third are either profoundly disinterested in politics or barfing in their dirty socks over these two choices.
It is these political atheists that capture the imagination.
Are they orthodox anarchists or intellectual aristocrats who consider themselves too good to associate with the two white trash offerings put up by the Democrats and the Republicans?
We wonder what sort of candidate these political atheists might have nominated for President of the United States?
It would certainly have been a candidate more emotionally stable than Donald Trump.
It would certainly have been a candidate more honest than Hillary Clinton.
It would certainly would have been a candidate who would not provoke Jefferson, Franklin, Adams, Madison, Hamilton, Washington, Lincoln, FDR and Eisenhower to barf in their dirty socks.
One-third of Americans are locked and loaded to cast their vote for Donald Trump. Another third are panting in their panties for Hillary Clinton.
The remaining third are either profoundly disinterested in politics or barfing in their dirty socks over these two choices.
It is these political atheists that capture the imagination.
Are they orthodox anarchists or intellectual aristocrats who consider themselves too good to associate with the two white trash offerings put up by the Democrats and the Republicans?
We wonder what sort of candidate these political atheists might have nominated for President of the United States?
It would certainly have been a candidate more emotionally stable than Donald Trump.
It would certainly have been a candidate more honest than Hillary Clinton.
It would certainly would have been a candidate who would not provoke Jefferson, Franklin, Adams, Madison, Hamilton, Washington, Lincoln, FDR and Eisenhower to barf in their dirty socks.
August 31, 2016
The Donald Wall
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Hands up, bandidos! Up against the wall, bastardos!
The Trump monkey is back on his pet theme of a designer wall along the Mexican border just in time for the upcoming debates.
Maybe one of Señor Trump's most trusted advisors will discreetly request that Erich Honecker be exhumed so the cadaver can kindly inform the Donald Führer just how popular the Berlin Wall made the former DDR in the eyes of the rest of the world?
Yes, young grasshoppers, we know that the Donald Wall is meant to keep people out, not in, but if the Trump monkey is elected, it will serve a dual purpose.
This kind of free advertising will save Hillary's campaign at least fifty million dollars in boob tube babble.
Nobody's fool when it comes to other people's money, Hillary will transfer the savings from her campaign directly into the Clinton Foundation for Peddled Influence.
Hands up, bandidos! Up against the wall, bastardos!
The Trump monkey is back on his pet theme of a designer wall along the Mexican border just in time for the upcoming debates.
Maybe one of Señor Trump's most trusted advisors will discreetly request that Erich Honecker be exhumed so the cadaver can kindly inform the Donald Führer just how popular the Berlin Wall made the former DDR in the eyes of the rest of the world?
Yes, young grasshoppers, we know that the Donald Wall is meant to keep people out, not in, but if the Trump monkey is elected, it will serve a dual purpose.
This kind of free advertising will save Hillary's campaign at least fifty million dollars in boob tube babble.
Nobody's fool when it comes to other people's money, Hillary will transfer the savings from her campaign directly into the Clinton Foundation for Peddled Influence.
Pause For Reflection
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We live in an electronic age of words without thoughts. We live in an age of music where neither lyrics nor melodies contain enough memory to conjure up a reflective theme. There is no commercial need. America no longer pauses for reflection.
The brain dead, baby boomer, boob tube generation is quickly being replaced by a culture of gamer-boy eunuchs and cell phone nymphos.
Who has time for reflection when you are posing for a selfie with your latest cheeseburger to post on Facebook?
Politicians tailor their words for these simpletons with slogans that will entice the lemmings to line-up obediently and follow them over the cliff on election day, such as, "Make America Great Again," or the shamelessly vague, "I'm With Her."
Do you really think Hillary is with YOU? Get real!
If George W. Bush and Barack Obama have proven how susceptible democracy is to the banality of evil, Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are living proof that evil does indeed exist in today's world and maybe the time has come to consider pulling the plug on this ailing experiment.
Yes, American democracy looks perfect on paper. Perfect that is, until it is put into practice by drawing upon the available work force.
For almost an entire generation, American's politicians have been oozing out of the same
outhouse muck looking for a job with lots and lots of perks that also gives them access to the taxpayer's money so they may dole it out as patronage to their friends, allies and relatives in exchange for a little kickback to line the pockets of their personal political franchise that will help return them to office next election so they may refresh themselves again at the public till.
This is but a variation on the theme, "What goes around, comes around."
A variation entirely at the expense of an unreflective electorate.
We live in an electronic age of words without thoughts. We live in an age of music where neither lyrics nor melodies contain enough memory to conjure up a reflective theme. There is no commercial need. America no longer pauses for reflection.
The brain dead, baby boomer, boob tube generation is quickly being replaced by a culture of gamer-boy eunuchs and cell phone nymphos.
Who has time for reflection when you are posing for a selfie with your latest cheeseburger to post on Facebook?
Politicians tailor their words for these simpletons with slogans that will entice the lemmings to line-up obediently and follow them over the cliff on election day, such as, "Make America Great Again," or the shamelessly vague, "I'm With Her."
Do you really think Hillary is with YOU? Get real!
If George W. Bush and Barack Obama have proven how susceptible democracy is to the banality of evil, Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are living proof that evil does indeed exist in today's world and maybe the time has come to consider pulling the plug on this ailing experiment.
Yes, American democracy looks perfect on paper. Perfect that is, until it is put into practice by drawing upon the available work force.
For almost an entire generation, American's politicians have been oozing out of the same
outhouse muck looking for a job with lots and lots of perks that also gives them access to the taxpayer's money so they may dole it out as patronage to their friends, allies and relatives in exchange for a little kickback to line the pockets of their personal political franchise that will help return them to office next election so they may refresh themselves again at the public till.
This is but a variation on the theme, "What goes around, comes around."
A variation entirely at the expense of an unreflective electorate.
August 30, 2016
Winger Dingers
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Colin Kaepernick is a professional football player with the San Francisco Forty-Niners who has enraged the right wing, winger dinger nutz by refusing to stand during the playing of the national anthem because of what he considers to be America's oppression of blacks.
Those good-old-boy wing nutz are beside themselves over CK's sit down action. They consider refusing to stand for the national anthem to be a much graver sin than talking on your cell phone in church. The winger dinger nutz place flag-waving well above the worship of God. I think it is in their constitution.
I have no problem with CK's personal action. I think there are many reasons not to stand for the national anthem. He has his and I have mine.
The wars in Vietnam and Iraq come to my mind. It also bothers me that Americans consume fast food, listen to music without lyrics or melody and no longer reads books. I have my reasons too! Good reasons!
Also, whenever anyone starts waving a flag, any flag, they have stopped thinking for themselves. That really annoys me.
But CK may have taken his complaints a little too far the other day when he went on and accused America of police brutality and then snarked that the cops have about the same amount of professional training as hairdressers.
It was that nasty snarking that annoyed the San Francisco police union and unions have PR departments with a lot more education than professional football players. They can write.
They issued a well-crafted complaint ostensibly to the NFL, but it was really intended for public consumption.
In it, they reminded CK of the 40 police officers murdered in the past few months. They did not stop there.
Then they sneakily mentioned the over 100,000 assaults on cops over the last year. And they did not stop there.
Then, those very rude boyz in blue went completely berserk with words and reminded Mr. CK (and the general public) of the 8,000 black-on-black murders committed in 2015. How could they?
Must they bring up such unpleasant contradictions that might embarrass the accuser, whether he be a football player or a sitting President?
This is the sort of give-and-take discussions the politically correct spank wankers who rule American universities with the iron fist of martial law wish to suppress with trigger warnings. <(intended pun)
Next time the national anthem is played, I may decide to sit it out because I am personally offended that my country is glued to boob tube football instead of living life.
Colin Kaepernick is a professional football player with the San Francisco Forty-Niners who has enraged the right wing, winger dinger nutz by refusing to stand during the playing of the national anthem because of what he considers to be America's oppression of blacks.
Those good-old-boy wing nutz are beside themselves over CK's sit down action. They consider refusing to stand for the national anthem to be a much graver sin than talking on your cell phone in church. The winger dinger nutz place flag-waving well above the worship of God. I think it is in their constitution.
I have no problem with CK's personal action. I think there are many reasons not to stand for the national anthem. He has his and I have mine.
The wars in Vietnam and Iraq come to my mind. It also bothers me that Americans consume fast food, listen to music without lyrics or melody and no longer reads books. I have my reasons too! Good reasons!
Also, whenever anyone starts waving a flag, any flag, they have stopped thinking for themselves. That really annoys me.
But CK may have taken his complaints a little too far the other day when he went on and accused America of police brutality and then snarked that the cops have about the same amount of professional training as hairdressers.
It was that nasty snarking that annoyed the San Francisco police union and unions have PR departments with a lot more education than professional football players. They can write.
They issued a well-crafted complaint ostensibly to the NFL, but it was really intended for public consumption.
In it, they reminded CK of the 40 police officers murdered in the past few months. They did not stop there.
Then they sneakily mentioned the over 100,000 assaults on cops over the last year. And they did not stop there.
Then, those very rude boyz in blue went completely berserk with words and reminded Mr. CK (and the general public) of the 8,000 black-on-black murders committed in 2015. How could they?
Must they bring up such unpleasant contradictions that might embarrass the accuser, whether he be a football player or a sitting President?
This is the sort of give-and-take discussions the politically correct spank wankers who rule American universities with the iron fist of martial law wish to suppress with trigger warnings. <(intended pun)
Next time the national anthem is played, I may decide to sit it out because I am personally offended that my country is glued to boob tube football instead of living life.
August 29, 2016
Politically Correct Monasteries?
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Academic freedom and conflicting ideas? Imagine that, young grasshoppers!
I am not sure how this story will resonate with Europeans. Maybe there are some similarities? Please, let us know.
The politically correct spank wankers rule American universities with the iron fist of martial law. Their latest weapons of mass suppression are "trigger warnings" and "safe spaces."
These cultural suppressions inoculate the coddled millennials emerging from America's sterile, bubble-wrapped suburbs from having to analyze or question controversial statements, ideas, written works or campus speakers.
The PC spank wankers have forced universities to cancel speaker after speaker over the last couple of years because they do not agree with the PC narratives making the rounds.
So much for freedom of speech.
If that is not enough, schools have created safe spaces for minorities such as LGBT, blacks and hispanics to retreat into their own special worlds.
These are secular monasteries without any of that bothersome prayer and meditation, and certainly none of the wafting beauty of Gregorian chant. But maybe just enough of that woman-hating, woman-demenaing, ghetto smack jabberwockey called rap to numb any disobedient neurons from frantically attempting to connect with an independent, rogue thought bouncing around somewhere.
Pssssssssst...something is happening…
The University of Chicago greeted incoming freshmen with a very surprising letter:
"Our commitment to academic freedom means that we do not support so-called trigger warnings, we do not cancel invited speakers because their topics may prove controversial, and we do not condone the creation of intellectual "safe spaces" where individuals can retreat from ideas and perspectives at odds with their own.
Imagine that? Academic freedom replete with conflicting ideas. What are American universities coming to?
The spoiled gamer-boy eunuchs and cell phone nymphos will have to lay down their electronic gadgets and think themselves out of this puzzling conundrum. This could threaten the entire PC religion.
Quick! Time is running out! Once freedom starts marching, no one knows what might happen...
Academic freedom and conflicting ideas? Imagine that, young grasshoppers!
I am not sure how this story will resonate with Europeans. Maybe there are some similarities? Please, let us know.
The politically correct spank wankers rule American universities with the iron fist of martial law. Their latest weapons of mass suppression are "trigger warnings" and "safe spaces."
These cultural suppressions inoculate the coddled millennials emerging from America's sterile, bubble-wrapped suburbs from having to analyze or question controversial statements, ideas, written works or campus speakers.
The PC spank wankers have forced universities to cancel speaker after speaker over the last couple of years because they do not agree with the PC narratives making the rounds.
So much for freedom of speech.
If that is not enough, schools have created safe spaces for minorities such as LGBT, blacks and hispanics to retreat into their own special worlds.
These are secular monasteries without any of that bothersome prayer and meditation, and certainly none of the wafting beauty of Gregorian chant. But maybe just enough of that woman-hating, woman-demenaing, ghetto smack jabberwockey called rap to numb any disobedient neurons from frantically attempting to connect with an independent, rogue thought bouncing around somewhere.
Pssssssssst...something is happening…
The University of Chicago greeted incoming freshmen with a very surprising letter:
"Our commitment to academic freedom means that we do not support so-called trigger warnings, we do not cancel invited speakers because their topics may prove controversial, and we do not condone the creation of intellectual "safe spaces" where individuals can retreat from ideas and perspectives at odds with their own.
Imagine that? Academic freedom replete with conflicting ideas. What are American universities coming to?
The spoiled gamer-boy eunuchs and cell phone nymphos will have to lay down their electronic gadgets and think themselves out of this puzzling conundrum. This could threaten the entire PC religion.
Quick! Time is running out! Once freedom starts marching, no one knows what might happen...
August 28, 2016
The Smile of a Woman
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There can be no argument here that Nefertiti and Grace Kelly are the two most beautiful woman in human history since the author of this blog is its sole arbiter of good taste. But let's get real. Let's talk about Marilyn Monroe.
Rather, let us meander around with Marilyn Monroe and Norma Jean until we stumble upon what we really think this is all about.
Norma Jean was a wounded bird that flew its way weeping out of the nest of childhood. She flew a long, long way on a broken wing until she finally crashed and burned in Hollywood where they interned her body in a polished marble vault under the legendary alias, Marilyn Monroe.
The legend is all about the smile.
The deadliest bait that God has ever created to snare a man with is a woman's smile.
That dumb, big fish of a man can bask in a woman's smile for years before it slowly begins to dawn on him that it has nothing at all to do with him.
That is what she is meant to do. That is how God made a woman. Her smile comforts both men and children, even when she is crying inside.
Norma Jean had that ivory keyboard smile in spades.
Norma Jean did not start out as the gaudy, painted pin-up doll, that hideous circus mask that the public would plunk down bags of money to adore. Before Hollywood discovered her charms, Norma Jean was already Her Sultriness.
Norma Jean was the sultry babe that you coaxed onto the back of your Harley and tooled down to Cabo to chase a couple of shots of tequila with your cervezas, take long walks on the sunny beaches and then a moonlight swim in the surf before returning to the room to tear the sheets off the sweaty bed before there was air conditioning in every nook and cranny of the world. The erotic magic of a perspiring, naked woman has entered into folklore along with the art of slowly, nimbly unrolling her nylons one slender leg at a time. Norma Jean was a real woman unafraid of her own sweat.
One just knows that she punctuated her lovemaking with laughter and her laughter with lovemaking without losing a precious beat.
It was too painful for that smile to remain Norma Jean. Behind that gorgeous smile, an emotionally battered child was desperately trying not to scream.
She proceeded to fashion that famous painted face around the edges of her infectious smile. It was a creation that would light up rooms, cameras, sidewalks, billboards, cafes, movie screens and pulp magazines. She called her lovely smile Marilyn Monroe and made a career out of it.
Norma Jean never needed that much make-up or lipstick to be desirable. She never needed to blondize herself to be sultry. She had that smile to begin with.
Norma Jean was gone forever, but inside, the desperate child behind the infectious smile was still stifling her lonely scream. The public only saw that hypnotizing smile, a smile lovelier, kinder and sunnier than anything Nefertiti or Grace Kelly could possibly conjure up.
Norma Jean flew a long, long ways on a broken wing and a smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DG0c...
There can be no argument here that Nefertiti and Grace Kelly are the two most beautiful woman in human history since the author of this blog is its sole arbiter of good taste. But let's get real. Let's talk about Marilyn Monroe.
Rather, let us meander around with Marilyn Monroe and Norma Jean until we stumble upon what we really think this is all about.
Norma Jean was a wounded bird that flew its way weeping out of the nest of childhood. She flew a long, long way on a broken wing until she finally crashed and burned in Hollywood where they interned her body in a polished marble vault under the legendary alias, Marilyn Monroe.
The legend is all about the smile.
The deadliest bait that God has ever created to snare a man with is a woman's smile.
That dumb, big fish of a man can bask in a woman's smile for years before it slowly begins to dawn on him that it has nothing at all to do with him.
That is what she is meant to do. That is how God made a woman. Her smile comforts both men and children, even when she is crying inside.
Norma Jean had that ivory keyboard smile in spades.
Norma Jean did not start out as the gaudy, painted pin-up doll, that hideous circus mask that the public would plunk down bags of money to adore. Before Hollywood discovered her charms, Norma Jean was already Her Sultriness.
Norma Jean was the sultry babe that you coaxed onto the back of your Harley and tooled down to Cabo to chase a couple of shots of tequila with your cervezas, take long walks on the sunny beaches and then a moonlight swim in the surf before returning to the room to tear the sheets off the sweaty bed before there was air conditioning in every nook and cranny of the world. The erotic magic of a perspiring, naked woman has entered into folklore along with the art of slowly, nimbly unrolling her nylons one slender leg at a time. Norma Jean was a real woman unafraid of her own sweat.
One just knows that she punctuated her lovemaking with laughter and her laughter with lovemaking without losing a precious beat.
It was too painful for that smile to remain Norma Jean. Behind that gorgeous smile, an emotionally battered child was desperately trying not to scream.
She proceeded to fashion that famous painted face around the edges of her infectious smile. It was a creation that would light up rooms, cameras, sidewalks, billboards, cafes, movie screens and pulp magazines. She called her lovely smile Marilyn Monroe and made a career out of it.
Norma Jean never needed that much make-up or lipstick to be desirable. She never needed to blondize herself to be sultry. She had that smile to begin with.
Norma Jean was gone forever, but inside, the desperate child behind the infectious smile was still stifling her lonely scream. The public only saw that hypnotizing smile, a smile lovelier, kinder and sunnier than anything Nefertiti or Grace Kelly could possibly conjure up.
Norma Jean flew a long, long ways on a broken wing and a smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DG0c...
