Pristine City Parks Or Bust!

Why do we say “or bust” in statements similar to the Subject Line of this Foolishness...Or Is It? After I pecked “or bust” above I decided to look up the etymology of the term.

After looking the etymology of the term up I decided to forget what I looked up because you really don’t care about what Mr. Etymology has to say, do you?

Wow! Talk about getting off on the wrong track with this Blog Posting! I am here and now officially changing the subject of this Blog Posting to...

Is Pristine All It’s Cracked Up To Be?

We are all familiar with public officials, bureaucrats, do-gooders or nosey people trying to protect us from evil. In the area where I live, we are very close to banning Tobacco from all City Parks.

That probably did not strike you as that unusual but take note that I said “Tobacco” not simply the “Smoking of Tobacco”.

My fellow citizens are about to ban Smoking and Dipping Snuff and the Chewing of Tobacco. The public officials, bureaucrats, do-gooders or nosey people behind this sweeping action have stated...

Our goal is to provide pristine facilities for our young people.

This tobacco banning thing got its start in the 1960s. I was OK with that but the movement went off the deep end when someone invented Second-Hand Smoke. I used to lie awake at night fearing Second-Hand Smoke.

My fear turned into thinking (another endangered American trait). I thought such things as, “Did I hear that right? Did that guy really tell me today that breathing in someone else’s dissipated and exhaled smoke was worse than dragging that filthy stuff into my lungs direct from a cigarette, letting it swish around in there for a bit and spewing it out through my nose?”

I understand that my local public officials are worried about protecting our children from breathing in someone else’s exhaust because they genuinely fear Second Hand Smoke. What I don’t understand is their concern that our children are going to have second-hand snuff jump into their little noses. How is someone else’s chaw, that was once stuffed between someone else’s cheek and gum, going to get between our precious little one’s cheeks and gums? These kinds of things are just not going to happen.

Mr. Merriam and Mr. Webster tell me that Pristine means “not spoiled, corrupted, or polluted”. That means to be truly Pristine they want us to avoid such things as...Many Modern American Children, Our Congress and the rivers in the Good Ole USofA.

Sometimes I think I am getting pessimistic but actually I’m really too cynical for that to happen.

Would I kid u?