One of my brothers the other day said he heard somebody talkin’ smack on TV and he didn’t like it. Since I didn’t know what smack talk is, I looked it up. Smack talk can be good or bad, depending on which on-line dictionary you’d like to check. (You probably already knew). The best definition (to me anyway) of smack talk was at Wiktionary, which states simply that “smack talk” is “to talk aggressively or boisterously.”
Smack talk can be bothersome unless it’s giving somebody a positive shout-out, but now we have to tolerate (barely) that mix-up of religion and politics that’s all up in our faces like flatulence. (Now I’m going to have to check my Archives and edit things, because some smack talk might be in there somewhere).
Here’s what…do any of us really need to talk a lotta smack, when lo and behold, there’s already a randy newspaper or a restless nation near you, already talkin’ some smack right up in our faces, right this minute. Religion and politics is a poison drug and we don’t need newspapers and nations smackin’ our arms, lookin’ for a vein to shoot us up.
Why do those religious newspapers and those political churches want to control us? Why do religious newspapers and political churches want to turn us into political and religious junkies? It’s worse during an Election Year, right here in 2012. Jesus said not to mix religion and politics. “Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s and unto God what is God‘s. Now don’t be talkin’ some smack and tellin’ us Jesus meant something else. My Mama told me “the main thing is the plain thing and the plain thing is the main thing.” Jesus also said, “My kingdom is not of this world.” So let’s rock with that.
You should have seen those Morning Glories, which I didn’t even know could bloom in the afternoon. I thought those were just morning flowers. If I were a flower, I’d be a night flower, but let’s not hold anything against those Morning Glories. They looked like happy white trumpets, lifting up their voices with the green leaf orchestra in the background.
When I went over to buy those newspapers (Hello, my name is Brook and I am a news junkie), I also bought a little pack of Frito-Lay Dorito brand jalapeno-flavored crackers and a Dr. Pepper to make my taste buds sizzle a little. Also, sometimes I buy things because they’re affordable and cute, like this 12.5 ounce Dr. Pepper.
So here I sit, with those crackers enjoyed. That Dr. Pepper spewed because I’d let it roll around in my Dollar General Store “Save Time Save Money Save Green” bag. I let that Dr. Pepper spew out its frustration and everything calmed down and the mess is cleaned up.
If I think of it, I might go check on those Morning Glories tonight, just to see if they’re closed. Here are a couple more things. Today I didn’t wear my pierced-ear earrings like I’ve worn just about every single day since I was 20-something years old. When you get old, it’s like you’re finishing a game of strip poker and you’re losin’ and things start falling down or falling off or you take them off or throw them away. Unless we’re throwing each other away, we have to believe less is more, don’t we?
So please oblige and be patient with me while I get older. I’ll try to go trim my Archives and take some of the smack out, maybe:)
- Talkin’ Tigers Week in Review: Drew Smyly’s Steady Return to Rotation Critical for Tigers (thedetroitsportssite.com)
- I Love Ya But You’re Strange – A Bunch of Vehicles Talk Smack About Wonder Woman’s Robot Plane (goodcomics.comicbookresources.com)
- Around the NFC West: Saints smack talk (espn.go.com)