Noticeably F.A.T.: RottenEggs: You know his sniper victims would have had birthdays too subby .I was going to make a snarky, asshattish comment about this, but then I figured in a thread commemorating his birthday I could at least pretend to be the person Mr Rogers knew I could be. So, I'll just link to Snopes and call it a day.
Anastacya: I remember growing up and watching his show, and being the dork that I am, I always tried to guess which color sweater he would wear that day. There was something about how he did the same thing each day that I found comforting. He is truly one of the good people that walked this Earth, a man who always tried to bring a smile to someone's face. There was a fascinating article that I read a couple of weeks ago about a reporter who followed him around everywhere for a couple of days, and how that experience changed him. Sadly, my Google-Fu is weak and I cannot remember where I read it; I think it was a large magazine/paper like the New Yorker or Rolling Stone. Ugh...
brantgoose: "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping."― Fred RogersThis quotation sounds like the sayings of Zen Masters and mystics that are quoted in my Zen page-a-day calenders. Some of them bring tears to my eyes, and this is one, now two, that are traceable to Fred Rogers.Mrs. Rogers, on the basis of those two statements, clearly taught her son well. There's a depth, sincerity and simpleness of wisdom there. My family tree has a number of Saints: Saint Begga, Saint Margaret, Saint Arnulf (aka Arnold). It has a number of Venerables as well, including the Founder of the Order of the Grey Nuns. Children used to pursue them in the streets of Montreal chanting "les soeurs grises! les soeurs grises!" which means the grey sisters but also the drunken sisters.I'd trade the lot of them for Mrs. Rogers. She was a saint. The Devil's Advocate could not find fault with a woman whose son says such things or was as patient and kindly as her son Fred.Indians would say that she was an avatar of some great saint or god. The Greeks would say that she was an epiphany. The mystics would say that she was a ruby beyond measure.Oddly enough, she was a Presbyterian. More proof for my theory that Scottish women are a separate race from their men. Such things have happened--entire armies have settled down with native wives, with the women maintaining the old language and culture for centuries, separate from the language and culture of their menfolk. Perhaps she is the remnant of an ancient race of wise women. Better still, she might be a harbinger or false dawn of a higher type of human yet to come.
wesmon: "To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now."Try telling that to a woman.
pgh9fan: You're a little late. His birthday was March 20th.Fred Phelps died on Fred Rogers' birthday. The same Fred Rogers whose funeral he picketed.
MaudlinMutantMollusk: It's really just a hormone imbalance
Abox: Hmm..I have to disagree with that definition. I don't remember who said it but the definition that works for me is that anyone/thing you truly love you'd gladly take with you to eternity. There are a few people in the world who fit that definition for me. And a few things.
Gulper Eel: wesmon: "To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now."Try telling that to a woman.Hey, he only said "strive". He didn't say "be a doormat". After you've given it your best shot it's okay to withdraw and deal with things later.Mister Rogers, being human, must've had one day where he was sick of Mrs. Rogers' shiat, said "screw this" and spent the afternoon at the tavern watching the Pirates game.
Z-clipped: Abox: Hmm..I have to disagree with that definition. I don't remember who said it but the definition that works for me is that anyone/thing you truly love you'd gladly take with you to eternity. There are a few people in the world who fit that definition for me. And a few things.Right. Kind of like prayer. Why take it upon yourself to do the difficult thing in the here and now, where it would effect positive change upon the world, when you can defer that effort indefinitely in favor of an abstract concept?
bratface: Why do you say Happy Birthday to a dead man? He can't hear you.
Klaumbaz: bratface: Why do you say Happy Birthday to a dead man? He can't hear you.for the same reason your crack head 40 drinking ass pours some on the gound and say "for my homies".
Broke Angry and Depressed: He never drank or smoked
Clemkadidlefark: 1 John 4:8 - God is Love
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