Bellagio Water Show versus Cowboys & Indians

When I was about six years old, there were discussions with my parents about getting my first .22 rifle for Christmas. I peed like the Bellagio water display…while I was in the bathtub, with my cousin Butch. Of course he told my Mom, and I ended up NOT getting my rifle that year. Too old to be peeing in the bathtub, and too young to have a rifle?  First time I shot the M1 Garand rifle in Boot Camp I smashed my thumb and almost peed my pants. Years later, first time I stood there watching the water show at the Bellagio, I almost peed in my pants. Shoot!  Now, every time I turn on a faucet I almost pee in my pants.

If you are old enough to remember, you played Cowboys and Indians when you were a kid because that was all you saw on TV and at the movies back in the fifties. I don’t think my Grandson Owen, who’s 2-1/2 right now even knows what an Indian or a Cowboy is. He can certainly tell you who Darth Vader is, and he sings along with the Stars Wars theme song, Da Da, Da Da Da, Da Da…….

Maybe, if we study the differences in our generations along with the differences in our cultural and societal changes, combined with our leaping advances in technology, we can begin to comprehend, and resolve the truly important issues facing mankind, and the world. Maybe we can try to guess what’s in store for future generations so we can warn them?  But, do we warn them with the tragic history left behind?

Kids that take guns into a school and insanely massacre dozens of children did NOT play Cowboys & Indians, or watch Roy Rogers on TV. They isolated themselves in their bedrooms playing violent shoot-em-up video games. Maybe, had we caught those kids in time, we could have sent THEM to Iraq and Afghanistan where they could of possibly done some good. The generation of kids that grew up during World War Two, bickered about who would be the Indians, and who would play the Cowboys, and who would play the G. I. Joes, and who would be the Nazi’s, but didn’t become mass murderers. My generation played Cowboys & Indians, and yes, I got my first rifle when I was seven years old. I would have gotten it when I was six, had I not peed in the tub. Oh yeah, and I didn’t take it to school and shoot everybody.

Scenes:
Goes from playing Cowboys & Indians, to six year old Tommy expecting, but not getting his .22 rifle from Santa (the long box under the Christmas Tree, which he thought was a rifle, turns out to be a Hockey Stick), to a scene nine months later, where he is out in the woods hunting squirrels with his new birthday rifle, to a scene showing Ed running though a street some where in WW2 Germany, being chased by the Nazi’s gunfire, as it hits all around him, to a scene showing eight year old Tommy and Mom, upstairs in the bedroom facing the road, Ed running and stopping, and running again, as very pregnant Mom is throwing some “warning shots” out there. After a few minutes of this, looking at Mom I said, “Your a lousy shot, Mom! Let me try! It’s my rifle!” Of course she wasn’t really trying to hit him, and I wasn’t going to get a chance to prove what a marksman I was, to, Fort Snelling Military Cemetery, Captain Edward John Elavsky’s interment ceremony, 21 gun salute for a real hero of WW2, who as a spy was captured by the Nazi’s, and spent 3 years in captivity.

We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”. Some thoughts on possible miracles/solutions can be found on the following GOFUNDME page. If you have questions, suggestions, comments, etcetera, again, please feel free to contact me. You can contact me by farcecrap PM, send me an email or fill out the contact form below.

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For those of you that would care to get involved with me on this project, as I intend to hire a professional screenwriter at some point, and produce a feature film, I have recently been approved for a KICKSTARTER campaign where you can contribute. Here is the link to the KICKSTARTER campaign.

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Some immediate needs. On a volunteer basis for now, we need a WEBMASTER who can work on the ITAD-NAO website, we need a person skilled in “Crowd-Funding” and “Director of Charitable Giving”, we need an attorney to help in the legal matters for ITAD_NAO, including setting us up as a tax-exempt “Church”, we need a Certified CPA to insure the financial integrity of the ITAD-NAO organization, we need a “Chief of Security”, we need a film-maker, first for YouTube, eventually for larger platforms, plus a few other positions. We believe that somewhere down the road, a Billionaire will step up to the plate and write a check for $50 Million or so, which will turn those volunteer positions into paid positions.

 

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