You decide.

(Guest post by Earnest D. Cember)

Earnest posted this blog several months ago.  As you will see, he’s a bit of an hillbilly savant and curmudgeon at the same time.  Maybe if I keep him around I can just let him get grumpier.  Then I won’t have to.  Here’s Earnest’s blog:

I think you’ve figured out by now that even though I have hillbilly in my blood I don’t like to see the English language butchered. Well, last night I actually said “I’m down with that.” That frightened me. Where did that come from? I don’t think I’ve never said it in my life until last night. As I become a “writer,” I’m also discovering a lot of “thats” in my writing.  What am I doing to the language?

There are many phrases which don’t seem to make any sense but are becoming part of the lexicon. Now that’s my kind of word. Lexicon! But I’m still trying to figure out how we got “I’m down with that” to mean agreement. At least I think that’s what it means.

There are two more phrases I want to mention in this blog. The first is “give it up for…” What? What am I giving up? What if I don’t want to give it up? What happened to “let’s hear it for…?” Since I’m wondering, what are we hearing, and for what?

I hear the other phrase on a television program that Earnestine and I watch often but don’t care to mention. It’s one of those chick shows and I have a reputation to maintain. (Chick? Never mind.) There is a woman on this show who shouts “shut up!” several times in each show. She’s not really asking anyone to be quiet. She’s just remarking about how much she likes something, I think. Why can’t she just say “I’m down with that!” Don’t even get me started on her calling them “the girls.”

So, what does the title of this blog mean? It simply means I would rather be compared to George Clooney. That doesn’t require much explanation. Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m sounding more like Andy Rooney than looking like George Clooney.

I really don’t like to watch Andy Rooney because he rarely seems to have anything that he likes. The man is 87 years old and still complaining on 60 Minutes. On the other hand if I’m still blogging at 87 then maybe I’ll understand he has something there. So, I’ll just continue to comment on things I don’t like. I like more than I don’t like, though. Maybe I’ll mention some of those things, too. Maybe.

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