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Wolves have suffered immensely since the Wild West daze...truly. They have been subject to misinformation and flat out, ill-based fear techniques to be done with them for scores of years. Ranchers and settlers were some of the first friends and serious foes of the animal. A rightful balance will likely never be counted again, and it will take more than a generation (of people) to see any effective change bubble and mutate its way into policy. Real fairness is subjective and may never be realized. Ideally, "activists" should be people with a passion about something who are willing to go to the wall to exact meaningful change that will be a betterment for the whole. They aren't (categorically) lone soldiers, missionaries, or martyrs. They are voices...to be heard or not heard...but the thing they are heralding should bring info to the masses' attention so the mass can consider it and act, if they so choose. To automatically view an activist as the "they," or in some negative context, immediately minimizes their effort. Activists shouldn't automatically be lumped together with street corner screamers or media freaks. Extremists make noise on both sides...who has more clout or is more dogged (arf arf) in their pursuit to see something thru are the ones the urbane urban public is most likely to read about. Wild dogs and hybrids are the canine variety that statistically cause trouble for the purebred wolf populace. Hard to separate the problem from the problem here...lol. Remember kids, a doggie treat means different things to different animals...ask an alligator. :)-->

I'm just guessing...but I think it was Mike, the one in the middle:)--> FrauLayben...pretty laady... When this duo was topping the marquees, buck-toothed, coke-bottle glasses donning Japanese caricatures were common, Japs fair game to lampoon especially in the WWII generation. "...me so solly.." France embracing the doofus still baffles me...lol

Are you past breeding age, Steve? Wouldn't it be grand to have an ugly law...sorry ma'am, you are way too silly looking to reproduce...how small. Public life with such public scrutiny must be a royal pain. I don't envy the royals a bit or anyone that is in the line of fire from the penispeanut gallery.

"too normal" or just didn't hook the audience as much...and another quirkier character supplants or rivals the more mundane ala Alex Keaton or The Fonz or Gomer...

PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY,PY... sometimes one post completes another... Hope you can Celebrate with friends and loved ones!

Amen to that, hiway. It is amazing, if not altogether scarey, what trivia lurks in the deepest recesses of the gray matter...lol. Thanks Easter Bunny..bawk! bawk!

How enticing, Dovey... hmmmm...processing...processing... one of the Madsen guys? not Sammy Magro, not Ernie Dahl, not Chuck Cunnigham, not Dave Pettit, nor Lolly...hmmmm....probably not Walter Porter or like-a-butterfly Kunkel...Perrine was married...(Desmond was engaged to Pam)... ...uncle!

Yo! Chat-tay! It will never cease to amaze me what "we," the unsuspecting cow public, will buy into...until social consciousness (or conscience, period -consumer or corporate) kicks in and "new and improved" wheedles its way into our collective psyche...corporate flim-flam epiphanies. Lol...sorry. Yes, it is a wonder at how silly, naive, or whatever we are as a consumer public. I remember that Flintstonian Winston plug very well. Winston tastes good like a (tap tap) cigarette should... Tobacco companies were big, big, up-front sponsors...still are...but kind of covert now - like Anheuser Busch sponsoring breathalizer tests or something...or Phillip Morris (R.J. Reynolds Co.) doing the "truth" ads. One of my favorite thwack-your-forehead movie moments is one (possibly any...lol) John Wayne movie where the Duke is sucking in hot, poison cigarette smoke...one movie has him face down, prostrate on a board in post-op after a surgery that leaves him paralyzed. The doc comes in, sits next to him, lights up two smokes, and hand feeds one to the obliging lips of the stricken man. Sheesh. Smoking in the 20th century was THE thing to do. How iron-lung ironic that John Wayne lost one lung to cancer, and ultimately succumbed to the disease after a long, battle. Sad. So many did...do. So...how 'bout them 'noles?

lololololololollolol I love you guys...with a high degree of certainty, no less.....lolololololololololol I've got stories to tell and I, along with my diligent, loving, and oh-so-patient husbando, are, most decidedly and soytanly in the good parenting category. Of course chilluns will rebel, of course they will. They must. It is their ministry...lol. Bur how they rebel, the degree, and with whom is what ups the ante...how parents deal with the ongoing parenting mission is the challenge. And the voice of the archangel will holler for us...and I be listenin'. :)--> Oh, so good to giggle...

Jesus may have been the King fisher of men, but Sapphire's husband could make any knight have jelly donut dreams. Howz that for cryptonomy? And on another totally white note, here's to Al Jolson.

Verb! Loved Red's Freddy, and most all else he did...Clem Kadiddlehopper and Virgil (I think), the pigeon. In that same era, Jackie Gleason had a favorite crazy imbiber that regularly visted his TV bar...anyone?

Yes, it was Rob that somehow thought they got the wrong baby. True, it was groundbreaking on two counts...one that the other couple was black and two, that they let them in the house. Here's something interesting tho...they were a "finely featured" black couple, which, in those daze, was the unspoken requisite for mainstream casting...ala Diahann Carrol in Juliaetc. oH wait, there weren't that many "etcs." back then...lol Blacks who had darker skin and broader ethnic features were almost always relegated to the ranks of domestic servitude. A notable exception to this might have been the early TV broadcast show of Amos 'n Andy...that was really something bold and new...but then, the original radio show starred white folk in the lead roles. We've come a long way, mammy! Anyway, it was Rob Petrie who suspected the baby switch. :)--> Funny stuff.

we interrupt this thread for another ~ reminesce... Totally agree that (as Reiner & Co. intended), The DIck Van Dyke Show is timeless. The writers quite purposely avoided time sensitive or newsy of-the-day items being sealed into any of the scripts so it could be enjoyed whenever past that original generation. DVD did have a serious alcohol problem, which he ultimately put behind him, after a long time. Not unlike FDR, whose stricken legs and physical dibility were NOT broadcast ad nauseum, VanDyke had the luxury of battling his demons (moreso than today, anyway) in a more private, or guarded arena. In the show, Jerry the dentist? lol...like so many actors, his passion was to direct...and he did direct many of the episodes.

I knew he was Irish, I'll tell ya that... Sean Connery is a steal of a man, and a very fine actor...so much more than Ian Fleming's earthy brute could ever reveal. I was smitten with him when I was a wee colleenlette watching him outsmart the leprachaun king in Darby O'Gill and the Little People. I was seeing red when Tippie couldn't get it straight with him in Hitchcock's Marnie. One of my favorite Connery moments is in The Longest Day; I was glad he made it onto and off the beach. He was endearing as Papa Jones, and ya hadda love his work in The Untouchables... ...but far more appealing (to me) was his cameo role in the neat (albeit offbeat)Brit flick, Time Bandits. He played Agamemnon, the betrayed king...altho he didn't know of his legendary spousal betrayal at that time...Clymenestra shoulda been put out to dry.

Lotta "little house" in there, shellbert...and it is kinda sweet, and trusting, and responsibility building and a lot of other things. I can only imagine living in a place where you could actually (literally) do that...far away from Chicago, or a Florida city. ...and thanks for posting something "sweet"...it was refreshing to open a thread that was, well, something sweet. lol. Most may miss it unless you change the thread title to "This is sweet in a sick way," or "What kind of parent would let a jackass do the driving?" or "Let's kill anyone who would think of hurting the mule or the kid riding it" or run a poll to see who would be at fault if anything happened to either... X M

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Isn't that the line from the really old Werewolf movies...M.O. playing the gypsy?

I did. Should have asked again and more often. Perhaps others were in denial of some sort also...hard to comprehend. I can understand how someone would feel "uncomfortable" talking about such deep hurts with the hurting (more than just the cursory "how ya doin'?") because it IS so hurtful and draining to endure...I do believe we (general collective noun) are, very very often, socially retarded in many ways...whether it be re someone in a wheelchair, or deformity, or what to say or do when suffering is present, like at a funeral or when some seemingly insurmountable or overwhelming situation prevails...like cancer, or domestic abuse etc. That's why prayer is such a healing thing...something that is done even if (despite how we think the situation should be fixed) the results are not immediate. Prayer is a real undercover agent sometimes, oftentimes...and lots of times the ones who are most diligent in fervent prayer, intercessions, keep it between them and God. I don't think divorce is great or the best solution many times, but it is the logical action (not easy one) and the necessary one, no doubt. You probably have more tender, feeling friends that care and continue to care about you than you know. I like to think we all do. And maybe, just perhaps, some of them will never be the outloud ones, just the ones who pray still and do it without expecting a shout out. It's wonderful that the second time round for many is sweet and richly rewarding despite the difficulties endured on the hard road to healing. God, no doubt, delights in our thankfulness...His nature, you know:)-->

I need to start saving up boxtops for the magic decoder ring...lol. "look funny" - Barny Fife always looked funny, his elastic face and mugging were his hallmark "don knots" - the funny looking character actor that played Barny Fife "may bury" - Mayberry USA is the little TV town where funny DonBarny played Sheriff Taylor's oft knicker twisted deputy "gooood cracker" - was a longtime commercial catch phrase (and punchline to jokes) that Andy Griffith (aka Anj Andge Ang) delivered in a series of Ritz cracker commercials ...word association and cryptograms because, as DB and others alluded to earlier, "probably everyone knows this one" and I didn't want to just come out and say The Andy Griffith Show, co-starring Don Knotts as Barny Fife called Sherriff Andy Taylor (played by Andy Griffith) "Anj." The decoder ring was offered when this thread first started (back when Clinton was new) but I haven't been around in a while.

ChattyKathy, Major Tong:)--> Misunderstood lyrics are funny and really very common. The past thread, "Closed Caption Creadence," (from Super Bowl Sunday) talked about that and in it, someone gave a website expressly for lyric bloopers that was fun.

Steve, Don't get your knickers in a twist. Your ensemble would look funny if it had to don knots that may bury your gooood cracker intents.

Re: all things Brylcreamy Unlike the version offered hear, that little carol (and I ain't talkin' Channing) was originally sung by a summer stock or chanting group in Chicago, circa very early 70s. I saw the show at the Kingston Mines Theatre...it was very fun. One of the "stars" of that show was a '57 Chevy.

hAVE a gREat dAy, Abi...hope you find time to explore some action words :)-->

Hap, All those names are familiar. Desmond ran my first PFAL class at Antioch H.S. I wonder if he still has the pinstripe suit and goutee... Orbin Banks (the believer formerly known as Mr.B) lives in a far southwest suburb of Chicago and is still married to Terri...a very lovely couple. I have Dave Pettit recollections that still make me laugh out loud circa early-mid 70s, wayhomes, police, and betamax video machines the size of a Hyundai...lol. I don't regret any of those times...it was sweet, hot, and fun. Youthful zeal and an unerring sense of invincibility fueled many an adventure. God is so very patient...lol.

I proposed to my husband some 29 years ago. He said yes and we wed in the Catholic church with a wide assortment of theatre folk, way corps, Irish countrymen, and a quintet from Arkansas. Lol...a very good time. I met Gary while I was a College WOW at SIU. We were very involvled with "the ministry" for nigh onto a million yare...pulled the bumper sticker off the car in '86. It was ouchless. Our marrage is minimal and our marriage is still intact. He is my best friend and sweetheart altho today his life was in serious peril for doing a perfectly undadular performance with homework checking and diorama making. ...come June we will have been married 27 yare. Viva la vow!