Sometimes I sure wish everything was in black and white. Maybe that’s why I’m hooked on old TV shows from the fifties and sixties. A lot of that stuff was only in black and white. It wasn’t until the late fifties that things started showing up in color. “W0w! I saw color TV” was the big push for RCA color sets. Early color TV was a little cheezie, not like the high definition, mega pixel flat screens of today which are so clear you can see the hairs growing outta peoples noses. [That’s something I gotta stay on top of every now and then or else there’s a virtual rain forest of hanging vines cascading from my nostrils. No hairs in my ears yet – a sure sign you’re a full fledged geezer].
I wish things were simple like in the old TV shows. The ‘good guys’ always won, and the bad guys always lost (you tell them cause they always wore black). Doing the right thing always prevailed, like in The Rifleman, and those who didn’t usually ate shit (they were the sleazie looking guys who constantly looked over their shoulders). Choices were easy; either black or white. It’s when I became an adult, that I realized everything is a shade of grey. Not like in the movie by that name, which was all about kinky sex and perverted relationships and still so poorly made that most found it boring despite being loaded with all that good stuff.
Nope. There’s no black or white issues. Everything is a matter of opinion, or has a ‘spin’ on it, except the above drawings, they’re in black n white., and without spin.