Showing posts with label buttons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label buttons. Show all posts

Friday, July 19, 2019

It's 1972 All Over Again




"Dike Bomber" refers to the alleged bombing of North Vietnam's extensive dike system. This lie was promulgated by the likes of Jane Fonda and later shown to be propaganda. A majority of America women still still love and adore Ms. Fonda. Oh well, they're probably the same ones who despise Trump. It's easy to imagine an updated button reading "Re-Elect the Pussy Grabber???"

The "Dump Nixon" button is far too easy to update if it hasn't been done already.

On the pro-Nixon side, I have but two in my collection:


Both of these could update easily to 2020.  

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Push the button

"Do you ever push the button?" No answer. "Can you push the button?" It is a real question. I'm not even sure she can reach it. She's not sure it is okay to respond to the man in the elevator talking to her. We both look to her mum who nods affirmatively, "Would you like to push the button?" I step back. "What floor?" Mum answers, "P1" I point to the button and give room.

This is important.

Vitally important. Who pushes buttons is important. Especially when it comes to children. Training and all that, you know, courtesy, power and such. And everybody is so pleased when it works out right. In an odd way Mum knows she's not alone in a dangerous city raising a child among strangers, all threats, in an uncaring world, a child sees not all tall men are meanies, and finally the proper buttons get pushed and there is no confusion as to floors.

"This one is for me and the next one is for you." And Mum doesn't have to explain everything. She smiles as I step off. And not just a regular smile either, an appreciative smile, the warm kind, not the perfunctory kind.