Au Revoir Oh Perilous Freedom

Au revoir oh perilous freedom... Since pledging my troth to the missus July 25th, 1996 after the comma error punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium. Ever since the notions of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness coalesced within the mindscape attributed to one or more anonymous forebears way before the advent of civilization when written language preserved (*****sapiens communicated virtual primal groans and grunts), nevertheless witnessing inchoate awakening visa vis dawning enlightenment bajillions of years after earth, wind and fire affected ideal environment for Beatle browed foo fighters Nirvana oriented proto humans among rival capital one group of beastie boys versus another. Each subsequent generation embodied propensity to acquire heavenly delight characterized courtesy storied primeval human associations to wrestle with promotion of mental, physical and spiritual autonomy. Once self-determination awoke animal hides did cloak daggers if antagonism occurred especially as high society coaxed fibers inviting village people to invent legislation to evoke amity particularly once firearms witnessed proliferation of gunsmoke (and the Western genre as film noir) after shoot-'em-ups erupted, when scapegoat mustered courage (after chomping powder milk biscuits) bad to the bone bully underestimated chutzpah courtesy said shy person, yours truly did invoke adulation and garnered within figurative keystroke generated winning vote cast strictly by menfolk if I vouchsafed would NOT be pig in a poke as happened countless millenniums later, when forty fifth president of lands slated to become United States of America would try to revoke his successor mudslinging him, (the latter, a common joe biden time), a veritable teetotaler, who swore, he rarely took a toke. Blame aforementioned blue collar Scranton boy yup blimey bloke woke up after leaving Oval Office early one Autumn morning bright eyed and bushy tailed after an eight year stint, whereby the electorate majority approved former occupant of “Executive Mansion” (circa 2020 - 2028) admitting admirable administration donned hat of clown earning a living wage and taking page from playbook of bozo, who brought good humor and laughter, where tragedy wrought woe visited webbed wired wide world (once trod upon by the noble savage as described by Jean-Jacques Rousseau) whipping out trademark Dobro, (a contraction of "Dopyera brothers" and a word meaning "goodness" in their native Slovak, who introduced said instrument in 1928) kickass nimble octogenarian (accompanied by the band Tripping Up Stairs) performed outstanding show capering, dancing, gliding, high jumping, et cetera across the stage hither and yon, to and fro contagiously gifting, letting riotous hoopla ring out across Land of Lake Wobegon spontaneously kickstarting audience of senior citizens (including yours truly) to shuck off mantle of senescence (and clothes in the same process after gaining courage to join Barenaked Ladies) hooting and trumpeting nouveau playfulness summoning rebirth of childlike spirit. How carefree and ideal to identify with mindset of Alfred E Neuman Mad Magazine what me worry unfortunately as a little boy yours truly beset with mental health issues Anorexia Nervosa the most serious potential to develop healthily self starvation eradicated courtesy the expertise of psychiatrist Ted Goldberg my parents did employ subsequently eating disorder manifested as hair obsession with a vengeance, when maybe some dozen years later while completing a co-op linkedin to enrollment at Antioch College at facility I chose called Chicago Ecology Resource Center in Illinois, and who should make a small teleporting cameo appearance, but none other than Leonard Nimoy, albeit his likeness manufactured as plastic popular gewgaw enterprising toy. Courtesy the most flimsy tenuous designs linkedin to above lines availed and linkedin thru Unitarian Church affiliation while a youth, (now negligible participant, who would never join any group that would accept me as a member) an important connection throve with 1976 Norristown Area High School alum Frankie Augustine Junior a brain, plus admirable ruler of tribbles and klingons to boot. As an otherworldly webbed wordsmith, I befriended said lad, who became best earthling chum, whose birthday (January eleventh nineteen fifty nine) two days before mine, our camaraderie did rattle and hum until he attended Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (majoring in nuclear engineering) landing himself a plum job. Our friendship since foundered unlike the enterprising television show, which captured the imaginations of countless young and older people alike. By 1986, 17 years after entering syndication, Star Trek considered the most popular syndicated series; by 1987, Paramount made $1 million from each episode; and by 1994, the reruns still aired in 94% of the United States.