Life Is Good!

Tomorrow will be one week exactley from when I experienced the most ironic moment I think may ever happen to me.

I have been observing the "life is good" phenomenon for a while now. People who are so impressed with the rate at which we as a nation can waste resources, time and energy and how convenient that makes "life" appear to be that they willingly go ahead and put a sticker on their car or don a cap or t shirt or hand bag or frisbee that promotes the company/idea "life is good".
The first variation I came up with is that life is gooey. That makes more sense biologically. Then I came up with life is food, which makes a bit more sense on a bio/socio level. Neither of those have caught on and life seems to be "good" only.

Is life good because it's raining jet fuel out of the sky over our backyards, because here in the JAR a minimum of 1,000,000 auto engines are turning and burning for 10 hours on a daily basis, because we have interior AC units on 1.5million homes that make the insides cooler and the oustides poison, because every car lot in C(h)ar-lotte has 700 heat reflecting overstock auto-vipers sitting on its black tar space, because right now people are at thier jobs which require them to double click away acres upon acres of trees which are the lungs of our planet, because trees once the outside temp feels like (not is according to yer newscast) but feels like 105 quits going through the process of turning out fresh oxygen because it is in a fight for its own life? Or is it really just access to malls and Zaxby's and FootLockers and food-to-the-face boxes that makes these individuals feel like silently and acceptably shouting to the world kind of that they think life is so damn good?

Well, in true fashion the more one focuses on something the more prevelant it becomes. I see it everywhere now. Because it is. One week ago tomorrow The Dude and I had met up at the ToonFood as a rendevous to ride our green-transport-machines aka bicycles to the movie theatre to see a flick thats been on my mind to see. To get there we only had about 1.5 miles, maybe, of hardball roda structure to cover. Part of that route took us over the 485, the JARs solution to traffic by making traffic. The bridge opens up to a three lane highway that has traffic coming in off a wide right turn at about 60 mph. When we got to a certain point we made eye contact and without words decided it was better for the future of our lives to flank it up side by side and take the entire lane, forcing the issue that cars would have to go around us in one of the 2 other lanes they had to choose from. Not seconds after we made our decision came a vocal ass clown in a pearly white jeep cherokee (yes, like the race our nation killed off) with his bloated wife in the passenger seat and a five year old kid in the back. He yelled as he slowed beside us, "YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THE ROAD!" Before he finished I was hitting back verbally with an eight letter phrase that means exactly what it says. That made him want to fight and punch. He slowed to look at me and his wife accused me of having foul language. I asked him if he was really interested in pulling over and making anything more out of a situation he was creating in front of his child who has seen 700Xs worse im sure out of this pecker-wood. When I looked in right at him to let him know that there was no joke being joking'd about I saw it. Tucked in, pressed, and freshly unfolded: a "life is good" t - shirt. With a cartoon bicycle on it.

I burst into laughter.

Total disbelief.

I told him to look at his t shirt. I laughed again. Suddenly it became so clear. I retook my position next to the man with the strength of a baby mule and I sat in the middle of a Hwy on a steel frame single speed mountian bike and I just laughed. Of course. Ya know. Life may be good because all these yokels/yuppies/buckets/its-all-the-same-mentality-ers have the world at their material loving finger tips. Fine. Life was great to me in that moment. It was damn near generous. Getting to experience being treated like that was somehow the funniest and best thing about life. That douce is living with anger and judgement, so for him he has to defend his good life.

Meanwhile the man behind the wheel of the auto which is full of gas and working for him (which makes life good) sat out ahead of us, rolling slowly and staring in the rearview mirror, wife making threats to call the law, son taking it all in and learning that this is how you treat other individuals.

Kid in the back, sorry you had to hear a certain range and frequency of vocabulary before yer time, but really, hold strong to it and one day use it to free yerself from the control of that goofball cracker father of yers. And that hand gesture The Dude was doing that involved two fingers and his tounge is also critical to yer development. Don't forget it.

Well, there it is people, the Life is Good, post! Remember, as long as the cartoon on yer shirt is having a ball then you must be too and no thats not jet fuel you feel on yer skin or poison in yer lungs, it a magic reward for all our wonderful inventing we've been up to.


Ain't life grand?