What is The Meaning of Life?

When Rudyard Kipling visited the our country (that would be the United States of America) in 1892, he thought everyone in San Francisco was insane.  One example of our insanity: We all say we are inclusive and caring, but we separate ourselves into different ethnic, political, gender, appearance, and other groups and become hateful to and enraged at those not in our group. We hate the “others” and spend our days looking for ways to anger them or be offended or victimized by them. Mental fog, rage, hate and confusion reign!

This is no way to run a railroad.  Life is too short to always be mentally foggy, enraged, hateful, and confused. Before you know it, we will all die of apoplexy.

Let’s relax and laugh a little. Rather than disparaging “other” groups, let’s try smiling and humorously (I said humorously) criticize them instead. And while we’re at it, let’s also take a critical (and humorous) look at ourselves as well. We might be just as wrong (and just as crazy) as they are!

Our humor will drive the “others” nuts, but eventually, they (and us) will realize that they (and us) are not so perfect or so right (correct, not conservative) after all! 

That is the purpose of The Meaning of Life: To humorously nit pick “other’s” views on the meaning of life, poke a little fun at them (and those espousing them), and remind the world that no one (not even us) has a monopoly on truth, empathy, or reason.

In the interest of full disclosure, even I am a (sometimes) proud member of some groups, such as males, Caucasians, Italo-Celts, old people,  poor people, heterosexuals, bald men, former hippies, barefoot water skiers, addicts, Lutherans,  lawyers, recovering lawyers,  ex-lawyers, suburbanites, auto enthusiasts, those who, in their teens, were wanted in three states, cardiac patients, reformed chauvinists, and individuals who have driven over 140 miles per hour on both the Seaford-Oyster Bay Expressway (just north of the Northern State) and I-684 (around Hardscrabble Road).

I can’t say we will not offend some groups, but we will also make them laugh (we hope!)  We will try not to be too harsh. If we are, let us know. After all, we are all the same boat, tugging at (fortunately, not hanging from) the same end of the rope. (Nice mixed metaphor, don’t you think?)

Our posts will bring clarity to your mental fog, understanding to your rage, and love (only a little, but it’s a start) to your hate. And the confusion? Well, after reading our posts, you will probably still be confused, but at a higher level and about more important things.

Well, that’s my goal. Here’s a little about me. My mother was from Scotland and my father was from Italy. Well, not really, my mother was from Kearny, NJ and my father was from Brooklyn, but you know what I mean. I was born in the same hospital as Whitney Houston, had a happy childhood, often got into trouble with the law, but became a lawyer, had a date offer turned down by Carol Alt (who is far prettier and smarter than she looks on TV) , got married, had children, announced polo matches, got divorced, got sick, moved south of the Mason Dixon line, got remarried, and started a website. That’s about it.

I am a proud Italo-Celt and stand up for my ethnicity. Since we (Italo-Celts in general, not me in particular) are the most overlooked and forgotten ethnic group in America (After all, have you ever heard of an Italo-Celt support group or an Italo-Celt Go Fund Me page? Hell, we don’t even qualify for affirmative action or Federal funding), I will, from time to time and throughout the site, point out other Italians, Celts, or Italo-Celts and explain how their accomplishments have made Western Civilization the finest in the world. 

Since almost no one knows what a Celt is,(even if one hit them in the head with a basketball). HEre is some information about my Celt ancestors. The Celts were the progenitors of the Irish, Scotch, Welsh, Cornish, Bretons, and Manx and had once conquered and settled all of Europe (and parts of Asia Minor), even sacking the city of Rome itself.  Later, due to the ethnic failing of being unable to read or write, they were defeated in battle by the Greeks, Romans, Francs, Visigoths, Ostrogoths, Lombards, Vandals, Huns, Byzantines, Anglo-Saxons, Danes, Parthians, Vikings, French, British, and others.  The Celts were scattered and today, are only found in Scotland; Ireland; Wales; Cornwall; Brittany; The Isle of Man; Breezy Point, Queens; Kearny, New Jersey and The Boston Garden. 

So, what is the Meaning of Life? Getting along with each other, understanding that their ideas are just as ridiculous as yours, and discovering they make as many mistakes as you do, and vice-versa.

Well, that’s the meaning of life. Live it; love it; learn from it; and laugh at it. Oh yeah, and have some fun with the site!

Since no man, not even me, is an island, I’d like to dedicate  this site to those who helped me become a part of the continent (and from whom I have pilfered the few writing skills I possess -I also stole a few of their quotes), namely, Audrie Nubile, William Gaines, Jean Shepherd, Abbie Hoffman, Mario Puzo, Jerry Pournelle, Hunter S. Thompson, and P.J. O’Rourke, and to the three people who made the 20th Century what it was: Garret (Gus) Hobart (by dying) and Annie Oakley and Giuseppe “Joe” Zangara (Unfortunately, an Italian), (both by missing).

P.S. A note on profanity.  Since I am an old, religious, white guy, I’m normally opposed to profanity, unless I am using it. As such, I have tried to avoid using profanity on this site. Unfortunately, I failed. While there is far too much profanity in today’s works of “art”, there is a definite (but limited) need for artists (like me) to use profanity to express the lofty peak or abysmal nadir of human emotion or to make a definitive, and/or humorous, point.  In a way, I apologize.

“These are the times that try men’s souls.” Tom Paine (1737-1809), The American Crises

Alan Bianco
Alan Bianco

I am a retired lawyer living south of the Mason Dixon line. I have always wanted to write on politics and now I do. I write with a twinkle in my eye and in my posts. I hope reading my commentaries makes you think. . . and laugh.