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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT
- One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
CHAPTER THREE
1956 – The Year of my
Birth
Though I had launched dramatically on to the scene, I have as
yet gone unnoticed by the less important inhabitants of this
planet and other events were of more concern to the smug
self-serving primates who called themselves the children of God.
This self-importance had a lot of people dwelling on biblical
fears concerning the violence of the Middle East and the Suez
Canal War erupted and problems were thick on the Gaza Strip and
after fifty years The Gaza Strip is still a hot spot.
Although I was unaware of it at the time, this year a shameful
day in American history occurred when ninety-six U.S.
Congressmen signed the “Southern Manifesto”, to protest the
ruling of (Brown vs. Board of Education) by the U.S. Supreme
Court to desegregate public education.
This was the year that we invented a more powerful way to
destroy ourselves when the first airborne explosion of the
hydrogen bomb nearly obliterated the Bikini Atoll; this made Dr.
Edward Teller very happy, but it only added to everyone’s fear.
We set in motion a Cuban cluster fuck that affects us a half-century
later when the CIA supported Fidel Castro and Che Guevara
departed from Tuxpa, Mexico on a yacht named the Granam with
over eighty men, finally landing at Belici, Cuba to start a
revolution.
This year my parents were happy when a local girl makes good –
Philadelphia born actress Grace Kelly married Prince Rainier III
of Monaco
The
new music distractions
for this year was Love is a Many Splendid Thing by The
Four Aces, The Yellow Rose of Texas by Mitch Miller,
Rock Around the Clock by Bill Haley and His Comets,
Autumn Leaves by Roger Williams, Sixteen Tons by
Tennessee Ernie Ford and Elvis Presley released his first Gold
Album titled Elvis Presley.
Some of the new movies
this year was Mister Roberts with the actor Peter Fonda,
Battle Cry, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea,
To Hell and Back, Strategic Air Command, The
Country Girl. The Rose Tatto, and Marty.
Some of books
that my mom read was The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, The
Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale, Year
of Decisions by Harry S. Truman.
Some of the new shows
was
The Jack Benny Show, Dragnet, with Jack Webb,
The Ed Sullivan Show, Disneyland, Your Bet Your
life, I Love Lucy and The Phil Silvers Show, The Adventures of
Fu Manchu, The Adventures of Sir Lancelot, CBS Cartoon Theatre,
The Johnny Winter’s Show, The Nat “King” Cole Show.
Cribs, Potties, and
Playpens
In my own personal life; after my premature launching, the very
first thing that I can recall was being alone in a dimly lit
room. My eyes struggled to adjust to new images. I was in my
crib crying.
I had
milk… I was dry… but I was lonely for my mother. I was a tumble
of emotions and reflexive animal need. I had an aching that only
my mother could comfort. If I could have spoken or thought in
words, I would have said, “Damn it, I want my mother!”
I was
screaming and crying while she was trying to sleep in the other
room.
I was
following instinctual blueprints designed for maximum attention.
Evidently, I had
gone to the well too often as I was still left unattended.
Filled with primitive rage, I ripped off the nipple on the
feeder bottle with my mouth and tossed it out of the crib,
splashing the remaining milk on a nearby wall and floor. I
tortured my poor mother with this ritual vandalism for months.
Feeling despair that only a first time mother could appreciate,
my mother sought the counsel of friends and family. They told
her that I wanted to be breastfed, but unfortunately my mother
had dried early and could not fulfill this need.
Once again, my violence caused my mother to awake from her
slumber. With weary repetition she came in, gave me a new
bottle, and again I tore off the nipple and tossed the bottle.
My vandalism frustrated my mother. Finally, unable to bear the
frustration, my mother left me to my crying.
The
memory fades out…
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