C k chesterson's truth

C k chesterson told the truth! When he made the quote 'oh, the human race, how I hate it's ugly face.'.
That was in the middle of the 19th century and yea, things have changed, sorta.
If I am sitting in a crowded place like a bank or mall(GOD forbid), even church, I can only imagine his dis-taste, as I must be at least feeling 85% of it;however, I believe I have found a temporary cure for my chestersonian melancholy. Woe be my fellow man, but not so in an airport!
Yes! in all the airports in all the world! And They matter much more than a hill of beans. They have bars!!
Whiskey and a twist with a dash of bitters and I find myself smiling as I sit next to a citizen, even a cordial hi and where r u going?
Ok good lord, take me home safely.

Anyone out there? Helllloooo.!!!

This is about big heads and it's attachments.
Mellon heads at any event u happen to be sitting behind cannot be allowed.
Not in my world!
It's happens to me wherever I go to the opera, movies, Plays, sporting events, etc.
Speaking of sporting events. Usually u sit high enough not to be bothered by someone's birth defect, hat or puffy hair.
Not true at a tennis tourn!
Golf, just move a few inches, movies and plays, move slightly left or right or up.
this manuever holds true for operas, ballets and concerts, But not for tennis!!!!
Let me explain:
The small play area in which the little yellow ball bounces back and forth allows an interesting dynamic of physics; distance to object minimizes object.
when u add to this law of D over O a downward viewing angle u have the perfect situation for spacial interference from Mellon heads.
Their elephant man heads and attachs not only block the full court, but also awards u the Mellon head's fashion of the boulevard's special of the morning,Fluffy, puffy, sticky sprayed and colored yellow hair, which matchs the fuckin tennis balls.
Give me a break and charge a special price for a Mellon head, 'a big head fee'(this includes all of the above obstructions)
In my world all hats and special fluff hairs along with birth defects of the head will be taken to the top row and given a bottle of water , with an event straw.

Palms, tits , knives and questions

In this land of tits and smiley faces, I am trying to remember good manners and forebearances taught me as a child of the south.
What am i losing this fine south Carolina upbringing over?
the candy tits!! The frozen smiley stares!! The question of man or woman!!?
I want to look up from my gaze on the legs, buttocks and c two all-convincing GOD granted tits, with a rubber face, pretty as nature allows. NOT The jokers sister, for chrissakes!! this scares me ! AND, do u mind if I can pre-determine the fucking sex?

But here in palm tits and desert designer faces, I have even more delimna; With all my complaining, I have to add a third and fourth caveat; what am I looking at? Is it really alive? And if so, is it woman or man?
I suppose it really doesn't matter, does it?
I'm forever in my own anxiety, whereupon, should i change my attitude and just make the play for plastic?, or continue to find the companionships of the young and silly one, that which most defines my world?
One who lets me re-live yesterdays in all it's glory and pain. (I bet someone will be a smart-Alec and suggest a third choice).
Not in my world.!
Oh oh, my troubles r temporarily over, for just at this very monent, a pretty lady of 55, not looking like last years thanxgiving boned turkey , passed me by, smiling, followed by a lovely silly daughter, im very sure, and not a day older than 30..
OMG! Not much time left. Gotta go now.