My predecessor at thefiresidepost.com, Ohg Rea Tone, was entertaining – if not always correct.  He slung sarcasm like a pig in a sty.  Mr. Tone recognized the elixir of human life was trash talk.  Those moments in life when humans harmoniously agree on everything are just the one minute break between rounds.  We can tell that it is just a break in the action because pretty dumb girls walk around with poster boards.  Did you catch that – there was no comma between ‘pretty’ and ‘dumb’ – so what was the meaning?

Mr. Ohg Tone wrote the following post in 2008 – enjoy:

Trash talk is the elixir of life, the stimulus of humanity, the foreplay of debate, a ceremonial dance before the big event.  Trash Talk is the spirit of politics, sports, scientific innovation, and even religion.  Minus Trash Talk, nothing is left.

Did you ever notice two boxers at their weigh-in.  One might think it was a Republican Debate.  Steely eyes, straight backs, forceful resolve chiseling faces, all looking for the most stinging verbal jab.

The Party Primaries are the weigh-ins for candidates.  The candidates supporters Trash Talk their way to the voting booth.  A ‘Fairy Tale’ comment on another’s candidacy becomes a racial slur – just Trash Talk.

Cable News could not survive with Trash.  Matthews shouts, “That’s Revisionism, That’s Revisionism!”  All of us regular folks know when Matthews learns a new word. O’Reilly trashes MSNBC; Olberman counters with wit and a smirk – Trash Talk.

Apple Mac users use Trash Talk to condemn anyone who questions the Apple marketing or business strategies.  Global Warming is debated in Trash Talk – rarely citing any real science.

Jack Del Rio will teach Belichick about manhood – just Trash Talk.

Let us not forget the Islamic Evangelists.  The very term ‘infidel’ signals good old smelly Trash.  Huckabee’s God is better than Romney’s God.  Obama has a funny name – he must be Muslim – Trash Talk.

Fire and Ice – Trash Talk and civil discourse.

But what would life be like without Trash Talk.  The term boring comes to mind.

Is heaven really a place where lions live in harmony with lambs, Republicans with Democrats, the Colts and Patriots.  BORING!

Robert Frost wrote a great poem in 1920:

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice. 

Given a choice, I’m going to Hell.  I’ll stand there, hot and sweaty, look at my neighbor and smirk while I say, “I can shovel more coal than you and your momma together.”