Bob Fixes Everything
Like a cow, I have a Tipping Point.
And I reached it years ago. Or rather, I recognized it years ago.
I became distracted, unable to focus, began having trouble enjoying myself, my mind wandering from problem to problem, overwhelmed, unable to concentrate…and I found that I wasn’t the only one suffering from this malaise.
I started paying more attention to what everyone else was talking about on Social Media, on the TTC, in elevators, in check out lines, and on talk radio.
Talking. Complaining. Whining. Yelling. Arguing. …but doing nothing.
From everyday bullshit to world wide idiocy, we have become numb and complacent and defeated. Negativity rules over Positivity.
Well, Boys and Girls…
Time to put on the tool belt and fix this shit….
BOB FIXES EVERYTHING
L’enfer, c’est les autres – Hell is Other People – Jean Paul Sartre
Here At Home
We need signage to TELL people what they have either forgotten or never learned.
There’s more of course. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
There should be 7-11s at every subway station, so you can pick up stuff on the way home without having to travel any more than you have to. 7-11 would also be responsible for the security measures that would allow the much needed restrooms at every station.
Outdoor bus and street car waiting areas would be enclosed, heated or air conditioned depending on the weather, and each one paid for by a single sponsor who would have exclusive signage rights to that location. They could sponsor as many as they want. Some could even serve coffee, iced drinks, or fast food.
Five dollars would get you an all day Transfer.
Would your life be better if those things were in place?
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MUSIC CITY
Load In – Load Out Zone for bands with a sticker.
Live Music from 7pm until Midnight plus weekend matinees. DJs after that if the bar wants to remain open until 4am.
Drinking/Smoking rooms and patios are optional and decided on by the venue’s owner.
City contributes to bands being paid at least 100 dollars per musician.
At least one inexpensive beer and mixed drinks on the menu.
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THE GOVERNMENTS – LOCAL, PROVINCIAL, FEDERAL
We are 18 years into the 21st Century.
How about using EMAIL to hurry things along?
Sometimes people’s lives are at stake, no one uses faxs anymore except the government, and sending snail mail back and forth is time consuming, wasteful, and unnecessary.
Seriously, who the fuck still has a landline fax machine at home? Sure, there’s one in your all-in-one household printer…but so is a wifi email app. Frankly Messenger is the fastest way, but why has it never been used as a business app, and instead, remains a social media chatline?
…and why does EVERYTHING take FOREVER?
COMMITTEES…THAT’S WHY.
ELECTIONS
And Tomorrow, November 6th, 2018, Americans have a chance to take a big step toward fixing all the damage, both physical and emotional, to their country, their people, their reputation, and their legacy.
Time to set aside your personal feelings, egos, and agendas and act in consort…otherwise, you may never get the chance to pursue your personal ideas again.
This is some serious shit. Please act accordingly.
Love ’em or hate ’em, voting Democrat this time around is our only hope.
PLEASE VOTE AND VOTE FOR A RETURN TO COMMON SENSE
There is so much more to fix, but this is enough for now.
Bob will continue to fix everything and get back to you.
NEXT FRIDA\Y – THE STORY OF THE WACKERS PART ONE
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Bob “The Iceman” Segarini was in the bands The Family Tree, Roxy, The Wackers, The Dudes, and The Segarini Band and nominated for a Juno for production in 1978. He also hosted “Late Great Movies” on CITY TV, was a producer of Much Music, and an on-air personality on CHUM FM, Q107, SIRIUS Sat/Rad’s Iceberg 95, (now 85), and now publishes, edits, and writes for DBAWIS, continues to write music, make music, and record.
November 5, 2018 at 5:58 pm
Beautifully written Bob.
November 6, 2018 at 1:02 pm
Fuck Yeah!
I have been reading this column for a couple years and this is the best one yet. Thanks Bob. You ‘re the best