Butt Calls

We live in the age of ½ mile high buildings, Skype face to face video, and interplanetary exploration.

I have stood on the 86^th floor of the Empire State Building, a thousand feet above Manhattan, and marveled at the myriad of lights which greeted my eye. I have looked into the eyes of a soldier seated in a tent in Afghanistan, and wiled away an hour in his presence; though several thousand miles separated us one from the other. I have sat in the comfort of my own home and watched as Neil Armstrong took that “One small step for man. One giant leap for mankind;” the first precocious step onto an alien world.

And yet for every incremental advance in technology, we, as human beings, experience a corresponding deficit.

High rise buildings are prone to the demented whims of terrorist madmen. 911 is the classic American example. And interplanetary exploration has been, at best, tenuous; given the Apollo 1, and Shuttle Challenger and Colombia disasters.

Granted, the issue which follows is in no way comparable to my previous examples, involving death and mayhem, and I would NEVER demean the loss of life, or sacrifices endured by brave men and women, nor make any inference to the contrary.

But in terms of adding a bit of humor to an otherwise sad statement on where some attempts at technological excellence have led us, it can be a rather curious thing to receive a call in the middle of a sound sleep from someone who has rolled over on their cell phone, or dropped it in the process of squatting on their “ivory throne.”

… An only slightly unfortunate occurrence which someone in his or her great wisdom has given the moniker, “Butt Call.”

I suppose, given so many shapes and sizes, some butts make more Butt Calls than others.

 

By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 16. Copyright Pending.

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