Wisdom of Walt
One of the perks about having kids the past 20 years has been seeing all the television shows and movies that I grew up with all over again. Programs that you would never watch otherwise, brings back so many memories. Think about it, back in the day if you didn’t catch “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” on Thanksgiving, or “The Grinch” about a week before Christmas, then forgetaboutit. You had to wait another whole year till they came around again. It sucked. we were so slighted when you think about it back in the tech stone age
Remember too, back then there were only 9 or so television channels and no way either to record programing so you either saw a show in a theatre or when it came round on teli, if you missed it, God forgbid, you probably had to wait months or maybe even a year too, till it was on again.
When i was a kid we would literally plan our holiday schedule around programming, especially Christmas and Easter. There was no way in my house we would miss “The Little Drummer Boy”, “The Greatest Story Ever Told”, around Easter Sundy or “Moses”,
Times sure changed. When my first four were little we had every kids show you could imagine. First VHS tapes, then DVD, Whiney the Poo, Blustery Day my favorite. Charlie Brown, all the sing alongs, all the Disney princess movies. I often wonder why the dwarfs would say HI “HO” when they say Snow White, kind of rude don’t you think? unless they were probably all taggin her, which they probably were.
Anyway my kids had them all and watched them all over and over again as kids do.
So anyway one day I’m on the couch, a bit hung over from a show the night before. Richard had the TV on and was fixated as Bambi’s mom was being shot for the 10th time in two days. Joan was in a bad mood, going on and on, on her way out the door, about the one dirty dish in the sink. Maria was finger painting the bathroom wall with what she had just deposited in her diaper , and that’s when it dawned on me; the inate wisdom of the wild kingdom and the greatness of Sir Walt Disney, as I call him, for illuminating what should be have been so obvious; How nature intended it to be for men; How it should be for the “big buck” in all us guys.
You see Bambi lived next to the meadow with mom, right? Where was the old man? “The Prince of the Forrest” as she called him. He was out walking the ridge taking care of his other “does” , that’s deer speak for “Hoes” you see. The Prince wan’t home, he had big bad important things to do. He wasn’t wiping fawn asses, hell no. Sure he stoped by from time to time you know, and when he did you bet she treated him right. Hell, that’s how bambi got there in the first place, right? She “doed up” and gave the Prince the good stuff. Then off he went, probably out to some bar with his buck buddies called “The Beaver Dam” or something.
Remember only when disaster was eminent did he resurface. Fire everywhere, gangs of hunters putting caps in animal asses, that is when he “bucked up” and saved the day. Yes, this is the way nature intended it to be, i thought as i was cleaning that one dish, and who the hell are we to question nature? i mean really?
I pointed this out to Joan after she got home and parked her broom. I told her my theory and that I was concerned when she went out that morning that someone might actually drop a house on her.
Her response was quick and required the use of only one finger.
Needless to say woke up on the same couch the next morning. This time Richard was watching one of my favorites, Walt’s Mary Poppins
What a women. She could give you a spoon full of sugar then fly away on her umbrella.
Perfect.
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