Where's Bobby?

Time:

5:30 pm.

You guys never fucking comment anymore. Suck it.
Bitches.

Some words of wisdom. For my own entertainment.
"Sarah Bernhardt was such a powerfully popular, awe-inspiring actress that when she toured in North America here performances invariably sold out, even though she hardly spoke a word of English. Whatever play she did, Shakespeare, Moliere, Marlowe, or whatever, she did in French, a language few nineteenth century Americans could comprehend. Theatergoers were provided with librettos so that they might follow the action in English. Well, on at least a couple of occasions, ushers passed out the wrong libretto, a text for an entirely different drama than the one that was being staged. Yet, from all reports, not once did a single soul in those capacity crowds ever comment or complain. Furthermore, no critic ever mentioned the discrepancy in his or her review...
We modern human beings are looking at life, trying to make some sense of it; observing a 'reality' that often seems to be unfolding in a foregin tongue-only we've all been issued the wrong librettos. For a text, we're given the Bible. Or the Talmud or the Koran. We're given Time magazine and Reader's Digest, daily papers, and the six o'clock news; we're given schoolbooks, sitcoms, and revisionist histories; we're given psychological counseling, cults, workshops, advertisements, sales pitches, and authorotative pronouncements by pundits, sold-out scientists, political activists, and heads of state. Unfortunately, none of these translations bears more than a faint resemblance to what is transpiring in the true theater of existence, and most of them are dangerously misleading. We're attempting to comprehend the spiraling intricacies of a magnificently complex tragicomedy with librettos that describe barroom melodramas or kindergarten skits. And when's the last time you heard anybody bitch about it to the management?"

"In point of fact, America has always been multicultural, but until fairly recently the nation was a symbolic pot in which various peoples were metaphorically melted, blending into one rich alloy, and it was that fusion of talents, philosophies, attributes, and inclinations-reneweable and adaptable-that gave the U.S. its zip and its zest. Nowadays, however, it seems few immigrants are inclined to assimilate. They bring their native cultures with them, virtually intact, and cling to them, refusing even to learn to speak English and getting angry when the social institutions of their adopted land fail to address them in their indigenous tongues. Which keeps them out of the work force, naturally, and in a state of victimization; a selfish, self-pitying, self-prepetuating state insidiously exploited by leftists for their own political ends. Thus, instead of a strong, nutricious broth, pungent with the aromatic spices of labor and success, America has become a plop of seperate little lumps of undigested stuff. Kind of like-vomit. Good-bye, melting pot, hello, chamber pot."

-Tom Robbins