If a person weren’t a student of history, that person might not be aware that a landmark historical event came and went a week ago. December 7, “A date that will live in infamy,” apparently has become a date that could be in danger of falling into the abyss of societal indifference as we, the great unwashed, are repeatedly told how we should remember our past.

It’s more than a little puzzling. History doesn’t receive the attention it deserves. Not in our schools from youngermost to uppermost and, especially, not in our media. One might think our outlets of information are inculcation centers. One would be correct. 

One might consider those who are misshaping our past to reflect their mores as the Cheshire Cat generation. They offer muddling philosophies as gospel and vanish amid the created turmoil leaving us only an enigmatic smile and the Wonderlandish mantra, “Most everyone’s mad here.”

At one time, grade schoolers could recite chapter and verse on the subject of how this country was founded; the men and women who played key roles. Today, walking the streets with Jay Leno is a trip down clueless lane as more and more persons can’t answer the simplest questions about our past.

Yeah, your humble observer is very well aware that growth and expansion often result in mistakes and regrets. It would do us well to never forget those. There is, however, a limit for everything and that make-us-feel-guilty glass has overflowed like flooded rivers. 

To hear the “leaders” of today, we are a giant mistake that must be corrected. Those alterations come in the form of rejection and ejection. Don’t like the past? It can’t be changed, but it can be malformed if a political/societal accepted alternative is regurgitated ad nauseam. Enter media and minions. 

Rocker believes one answer to understanding the truth about ourselves from beginning to present is in the printed word. Read. But, you ask, is what’s on the page reflective of reality or the product of those who would disrupt, denigrate and destroy? You, student, have the brain power to differentiate. Believe in yourself. Read various sources. Facts are findable.

Knowledge is power. But, as displayed by spongebrains spewing hate speech in the name of activism, little or no knowledge is a dangerous thing. As somebody once said, they don’t know, but they don’t know that they don’t know. 

Point of personal privilege: Which came first, fingers or the fork? Your humble servant recently went out to eat where etiquette allows use of the fingers to serve oneself from platter to piehole. 

Astonishment. A non-companion, nearby diner was eating pizza with a fork. Fork to cut sliced slice, fork to fork up smaller slice, fork to lift to mouth.

Does Rocker need to revisit his utensil utilization? Have seen forks in such restaurants, but always at salad bar. Didn’t realize until that moment there might be multiple use for fork. Fingers have always worked well for this person, even retrieving those bits that fall from slice onto plate; you know, black olives, sausage bits, that last jalapeño. 

Fork would seem useful as a scraping tool. Some might like the toppings more than the crust and to slide those onto plate and fork’em seems reasonable. But fork and pizza seems a lot like fork and fried chicken, fork and rack of ribs, fork and fries. Unnecessary.

Forgive me, but fingers are for more than scratching, pointing and simple addition. You can have the fork. Give me the fingers…politely, of course.

– Pat Culverhouse