AN IMMODEST PROPOSAL

Anybody who’s read my journals for awhile knows that I have a rather twisted sense of humor. Spending an evening researching the Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster can leave you looking at some things in a slightly different way.

I suspect that we take the Creator/Creatress far more seriously than God/dess takes themselves. The human foot and back don’t suggest an Intelligent Designer. It gives me the impression of somebody who was definitely making things up as they went along. I mean flat feet and bad backs. You’d think somebody could have planned things a little better.

And take the human body itself. I mean you have a two legged, barely furred critter with its you know what’s bobbing in the wind. SOMEBODY had a seriously twisted sense of humor. After all once gravity, time and fast food get their clutches into you your bod does not look the same as it did when you were a twenty something. Our ancestors may have invented clothing for protection, but I’m sure it was adapted very quickly for “show.” There is a certain aura that goes with that well tailored three piece suit made from the best fabrics.

You may have seen portraits of Henry VIII. The young Henry was a tall, slender athlete. Henry in his late forties definitely needed all the velvet, jewels, and satin camouflage he could get his pudgy bejeweled hands on. 

I mean the heck with the three piece and bring on furs and jewels. Although in an era before banks the rulers wore much of the treasury on their bodies

And check out Henry's daughter Elizabeth. Sparkling to the hilt for the Armada Portrait. Although I believe those pearls used to belong to Mary of Scotland. I'd love to know the value of the bling in today's dollars. And somewhere under the hooped skirts and padded sleeves was a human being. Part of me wonders how much one of those outfits weighed much less cost. 

Can you imagine any of our politicians, broadcasters, or religious leaders being taken seriously with their (sniggering, hand-waving) you know what’s waving or in many cases sagging in public. How seriously would anyone take Mitch McConnell or heaven help us  if they had to speak in public in the buff. In fact how seriously would you take any politician if they had to do their stump speeches in the altogether. No lecterns allowed. 

I know. I’ve got a new slogan. “No clothes for politicians.” I bet the speeches would be a lot shorter and more to the point. I mean even you allowed them a towel that was barley large enough a lot would still be hanging out.