Wacko Stuff That I Never Heard Of

Group of people silhouette. Arms raised in praise. Blue light.

Patty has been listening to a long video exposing some kind of cult called “Inner Fire.” They teach radical breath-holding while immersed in ice-water, or something like that. Sometimes people die, doing this stuff. It has an Exalted And Enlightened Leader.

Up until this morning, I’d never heard of it. Not a word.

I’ve begun to notice a rather strange phenomenon in popular culture. Once upon a time, there were huge fads that swept the country (think Davy Crockett, hula hoops, Cabbage Patch dolls, etc.) You couldn’t not know about them. Where would you have had to be in 1965, not to have heard of the Beatles?

To me it looks like fads that would have once been virtually universal now get swallowed whole by the Internet. It all winds up online. No more hula hoops or coonskin hats everywhere you look. Everybody’s head is stuck in the computer.

If you’re just 10-year-old Joe Blow in 1959, you’re going to be subjected to the fads. All of them–there was no escape. Life Magazine. TV specials. You couldn’t avoid this stuff, even if you wanted to.

But today–! Today is different. Today we can pick and choose online: we can specialize. We don’t all participate in the same cultural hiccups at the same time anymore. 

That’s a big change! The common culture seems to be falling into fragments. One can only wonder what that will lead to.

Look around you. Am I right?

‘Binding the Sheaves of Idiocy’ (2015)

During one week in 2015, we “learned” (LOL) that income inequality, capitalism, homophobia, transphobia, blah-blah-blah, are all the result of Global Warming aka Climbit Chainge aka Gimme-yo-money-you-sucker.

Binding the Sheaves of Idiocy

They just won’t stop, will they? Here it is, nine years later, and they’re still babbling about All Of The Above. They’ll follow you into the rest room and preach to the door of your stall.

Wandering bands of impoverished vegetarian homosexuals… welcome to the next civilization.

By Request: ‘Immortal, Invisible’

The computer’s giving me fits this morning; that’s why I’m late.

But! We have a hymn request from Elder Mike: Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise. It’s taken from 1 Timothy 1: 17-20. Sung here by the Smucker Family.

Hunters in the House

Cats can’t help it. They have to chase things. You should’ve seen our cat Henry camped out by the terrarium, just itching for a chance to chase our newly-hatched baby lizards.

Here are a couple of cats whom Henry would have envied.

Bonus Hymn: ‘Standing on the Promises’

How about another hymn? Requested by Erlene–Standing on the Promises of God, sung by Alan Jackson. Short, but very sweet.

And now let’s sit back and enjoy the weekend. (No more physical therapy till Monday!)

Memory Lane: The Davy Crockett Fad

Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier (film) - Wikipedia

Many fads swept through America’s popular culture when I was a boy–remember hula hoops?–but Walt Disney ignited the biggest fad of them all in 1954-55: the Davy Crockett fad.

Actually, that was only the second Davy Crockett fad. The first was during Crockett’s own lifetime, in the 1830s and 40s. Congressman Crockett was one of our first celebrities. All sorts of rubbish was published about him, some with his consent, some not.But Disney’s Davy Crockett fad–wow!

It was huge. Coonskin hats. T-shirts. Color comic strips in the Sunday paper. My Grandma bought me a Crockett marionette–well beyond my boyhood skills. And these chintzy cardboard log cabins: send in a zillion proof-of-purchase labels, and the company sent you a cabin. It fell well below our expectations. Who needs cardboard cabins when you’ve got Lincoln Logs?

And everybody knew and sang the Disney series’ theme song: “Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee, greenest state in the Land of the Free./ Raised in the woods where he knew every tree, and killed him a b’ar when he was only three…” Etc. I wish I still had that record. I think it was by the Rhythmaires.

Don’t get me wrong. Crockett was an admirable man. He’s still one of my heroes. But in 1954 he was everybody’s hero! All this and President Eisenhower, too.

Nowadays the Internet swallows fads whole. I was a kid and I thought fads were fun. The teen next door swirling his hula hoop around his hips while he walked up and down the porch stairs. But the Crockett fad was even bigger than hula hoops.

Byron’s TV Listings, May 18

Garage Sale Finds: What was on TV March 19th through 25th, 1983

G’day, ladies and gents! Byron the Quokka here, with TV that’ll make your socks roll up and down, courtesy of Quokka University. What a weekend! Here are a few samples.

2:15 P.M.  Ch. 07  WIDE, WIDE WORLD OF PSEUDO SPORTS–Sports

Hosts Randee the Wallaby and Patty Platypus bring you the best in pseudo sports! This week: Mozambique’s 12th annual Breath-Holding Contest; Bare Hands vs. Hornets’ Nest; Underwater Arm-Wrestling from Iceland. Sponsor: Uncle Joe’s Calamine Lotion.

2:30 P.M.  Ch. 12   MOVIE–Science fiction, with goofy overtones

In My Grandmother, the Morlock (Scottish/Austro-Hungarian, 1998), Rory Calhoun stars as a time-traveler looking for his car keys. This was the first movie that depicted Morlocks as middle-class wine snobs. Heathcliffe: Sir Laurence Olivier. Grumpy: A Cartoon Character. Mrs. Sangfroid: Willa Cather.

Ch. 18   YOUR A** IS ON THE LINE!–Game show in deplorable taste

Created by the Belarus Bureau of Attitude Adjustment, this is the suspense reality show of the year! Only one of the contestants will escape the firing squad. Everybody else, “Dos vidanya, comrades!”  Competition will be in Making Silly Faces, Imitating Moths, and Winning at “Clue.” Guest judges: The June Taylor Dancers.

3:03 P.M.   Ch. 44   MY NOT-SO-LITTLE MARGIE–Sitcom (please remain seated)

What would you do if your baby girl grew into a giant? Bigger than the house! Bigger than any classroom in school! And really hard to feed! This week: Margie (special effects by Ray Harryhausen), already 55 feet tall, wants to go to the senior prom with the smallest boy in the class–cricket-sized Hobie Lundrith (Al Damato)! How will this romance turn out? Mr. Gandy: A man who thinks he’s an owl. Debbie the Hired Assassin: Debbie Reynolds.

Well, folks, there you have it–just a little foretaste of the nirvana that awaits you. Did you know I have Patty Platypus’ autograph?

Quokka selfies: Is Instagram's welfare warning 'overkill'?

(I’m pretty sure that’s me; and I THINK the guy is Dean Martin! Wow!}

Byron the Quokka, signing off.

‘”Your God”? Really?’ (2017)

Idiom talk past each other: Meaning and sentence examples

I’ve never had a gift for conversing with atheists. I’ve never had what I’d call a real conversation with any atheist. It always breaks down into name-calling.

They hate God but say He does not exist.

‘Your God’? Really?

I admit it: that “your god” cliche really annoys me. As if we had created Him, rather than the other way around.

I never expect ordinary civility from atheists, and am astonished on those rare occasions when I encounter it.

By Request, ‘Let Your Glory Fall’

This one fell through the cracks the other day. I do try to carry out every hymn request I receive. Mistakes will happen, though.

Requested by Erlene, sung by Don Moen: Let Your Glory Fall. 

Courageous… Or Crazy?

Bears, poisonous snakes, alligators–you name it, there’s a cat somewhere who’ll pick a fight with it. Even an eagle! Wonder what a Roman soothsayer would’ve made of that. Maybe cats are not quite so domesticated as we think.