TIME MARCHES ON! Yep, that’s a term I remember from my youth. It was a series of ten minute film strips from back in the 40’s and narrated by some dead guy named Lowell Thomas. It told of America’s advances into the new age with reports on various achievements like plastics and television and how the latter part of the twentieth century was going to overshadow the previous five thousand years of human knowledge and achievements. This all leads me up to the issue of Erectile dysfunction. Back in the day, it was simply called impotence, but you never heard the word mentioned as it was one of “those words’ that was only whispered behind a hand or in a divorce court. ED commercials are now shown on TV with a nice music score with two attractive, and naked, adults sitting in separate bathtubs on some Polynesian beach while holding hands. How this relates to woody gratification, I have no idea.
The boner booster pills are now a billion dollar industry, which means it’s here to stay. It seems that anything that involves the human genitalia is big business both for the porn industry and lots of commercial TV time. Young impressionable boys quickly learn that a yeast infection has nothing to do with moldy bread, and just like for halitosis, other sprays treat vagitosis. Strange how we have evolved to this point in our evolution. The image we have of ourselves and what we are is continuously molded by advertising agencies and corporate physiologist. A man's not a man unless he has what a man needs to be a man. An aging woman's assets must be valued and desired by her often lying mate. All horse shit! God, nature and various Rx, seems to help us out with a mental sedative that enables us to coexist with illusion and reality. If we look long enough into a mirror.....our brain will convert the worst of uglies into the most pleasant of beauties and stout machismo. As I eventually observed for myself in the mirror....at my age and with my shape....Brad Pitt is just a wimpy booger miner and George Clooney a walking set of grinning teeth....as long as I’ve got my ‘blue thunder pills’ and an extra bathtub, I’m ready to........I just took a sip of coffee and lost my train of thought.