However, if millennials watched it today (if at all), they would pick it apart like a frog in junior high biology class. Above all other major and minor offenses, the times Glesaon's character Ralph Kramden would tell his wife Alice something to the effect of 'one of these days, Alice, POW!, straight to the moon!' after she insulted the poor slob one time too many would seem like some sort of code for spousal abuse. The truth is the abuse was just pathetically and therefore comically verbal. Always. Alice really wore the pants in that family.
Today, what is passing itself off as the truth is a bit frightening. And the actual truth is something we now wouldn't be able to recognize if it was staring us in the face. What stops us from just walking away from it all? A belief in something bigger than ourselves? God? The universe? Free HBO for a year?
A recent story I read talked about how when man last walked on the moon, no one cared because we had already done it; no matter how much of a risk and achievement it was every time it happened.
Will that become the case for the latest wave of sexual harassment charges being hung on people in positions of any type of power? Does Willie the Wino run the risk of losing his newspaper blanket the next time he ogles Barbara Businesswoman as she walks to work one bright autumn morning?
Will this soon become a case of the non-binary unit who cried wolf?
I fear all charges of wrongdoing soon will all be judged by the same yardstick; regardless of the severity of the sin with everyone being banished forever to someplace far away like the moon. And when the last one of us is a placed in the rocket with the fuse already being self-lit, who on earth will be left?
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