A Happy Place
I wonder what Bob Ross would have thought about three of his paintings being sold for $600,000? Most likely he'd lower his head and chuckle, then pull a squirrel out of his pocket. It wasn't the paintings people bought, but the man who painted happy trees and slapped the devil out of his paintbrush. His paintings were sucky, but he was special. He wasn't a poseur, he rarely spoke above forty decibels. In fact, you had to lean in to hear him describe the joy of making something pretty.
PBS had some interesting shows and some really awful stuff. It's where I found British comedy, which is very different from American comedy. They had a few other gems as well.
"It's pronounced, Bouquet."
"Are you being served?"
"There's someone at the door, Sybil!"
"Happy trees."
"Bon Appetit!"
"If they don't find you handsome, they'll find you handy."
"Won't you be my neighbor?"
"Elmo loves you."
That was a special place to go. I know, I'm acting my age. Jeez, one birthday and I'm sittin' in my rocker babbling- "Why back in my day .." Back in my day you had three stations and sometimes PBS would show up if you got the antenna positioned just right. Back in my day television was no better or worse than today. Except- when watching Bob Ross paint. Except- when laughing at John Cleese make an ass of himself. Except- when Red Green created a new model car with duct tape.
You know how the Olive Garden claims to be like family? That was PBS.
So is it any surprise the shit of all shits has tried to destroy a good thing? No. Because that's what soulless, evil entities do- they try to render anything decent into dust. But ya can't tear down happy trees, mofo. Some of us like being in a good place and that's with Bob, Julia, Red, Basil and Elmo.
If you weren't such a rotten human being I'd almost feel sorry for you because you have never felt joy or peace being amongst such lovely friends.

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