Ways to Know That You Are a Teenage Tare
Just so I can sleep tonight for showing you the difference between a tare and a stand of wheat, I used the vintage black and white video (at the bottom) of the late Michael "Little Joe Cartwright" Landon's early show business breakthrough: "I Was a Teenage Werewolf." I like to make things as clear as possible for you.
In 1957, when Landon's film was released, a werewolf was a scary, unwanted beast with a terrible odor as well as a lust for killing pretty girls. Landon's role was that of a lonely high school student who minded his own business like the All-American guy that he was. But once his eyes were set on a pretty girl, a gymnast (shown in this video), he started rubbing his face in fear for he knew what was coming: his transformation from a clean-cut guy to a raging werewolf to did attack the innocent girl gymnast causing her much harm before he jumped into the darkness eluding authorities.
Enter Wolfman Jack
Werewolves were not loved in Landon's days. Nor in Lon Chaney, Jr.'s days when Chaney played (the) werewolf in the vintage movie by the same name.
It was not until 1974 until popular opinion changed about the poor werewolf being a roaring monster, tormenter of pretty girls to a cool dude by the name of Wolfman Jack (Robert Weston Smith) born January 1, 1938, in Brooklyn, N.Y. and in his radio career, took the rock and roll crowd by storm and stayed in the spotlight until his death on July 19, 1995, at age 57.
To use Wolfman Jack and Landon's "Teenage Werewolf," Wolfman Jack brought a lot of joy to a lot of people over the course of his radio, disc jockey career and Landon's "Teenage Werewolf" brought death and injury to a lot of innocent girls and boys. Mostly girls.
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You will notice that underneath some of the photos to the right, there are NO captions. There is a reason.
I want all of you to take your time and inspect the photos without captions and tell me in the comment boxes below which are Tares and which are Wheat?
Can you handle it?
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This is not comedy, but real life.
That's why this piece is entitled Ways to Know That You Are a Teenage Tare, and I hope it makes a difference in your young lives.
It will pay you to know that a Tare is a useless weed that grows mostly in a useful field of Wheat. And you don't need me to tell you that we can eat wheat products such as bread, rolls, cereal and other healthy things. And Tares, if you eat them, will cause you to have nausea.
Proof: Tares are unwanted weeds and you can prove this by knowing that there are no such things as Tare farmers who roll into the marketplace to a buyer who asks, "How many bushels of tares do you have today, Jim?"
And there is no such thing as ads that say, Buy "Healthy Tare Bread! Made from Real Tares from Iowa!"
When you are a "teenage tare," you live your young years in sheer misery and loneliness. No one wants a tare hanging around the cool and "in" crowd. (e.g. "In Crowd," by Ramsey Lewis).
- When you are a "teenage tare," you put up a desperate battle to keep your sanity and make friends. One day you invite three guys from your class over to your house to watch the big game and as you answer the door upon their arrival, the three ask the same harsh question: "What are you doing here?" You are too hurt to answer, "I live here." So the three cool guys banish you outside to mow the grass while they enjoy the big game.
- "Teenage Tares" have no real name. They are referred to as "Doofus," "Fool," "Asinine Andy," and "Jackass." I cannot answer why you are so disliked. It must be that you are non-productive and have no cool attributes.
- Jesus used tares and wheat the teach is disciples about productive and non-productive people. Jesus stated the differences were tares "just" grew to choke-out the useful wheat and wheat was productive as some good people in life and can be trusted when you need help.
- I followed this road as a "teenage tare" from the age of 12 through 18. Six years of searching for myself and never really knowing where I belonged or was needed. NOTE: I was not an evil tare who choked-out the lives of the good students around me. In my case, it was the "wheat/people around me" who cast me aside like an old, worn-out shoe and had happy lives.
- I suspected that I was a "teenage tare" for when I would see a group of them, 'the good wheat,' (it still sickens me to type their title), standing in a circle talking in my high school hallways, naturally, as every teenager does, I wanted to be "just" considered a small part of their clique. But when you stand and add frequent remarks, and no one replies, you know you are a "teenage tare." I hope some of you who were in my high school Class of 1972, at Hamilton High School, Hamilton, Al., are reading this and you will know how rude and pathetic you really were.
- It became evident that I was a "teenage tare," when I would want to sit on the bleachers to watch a basketball game or a football game in our stadium, but when I would spot an empty seat, these "good" stalks of "useful" wheat would see me and squeeze outward or inward to cover the empty seat after I had asked their permission to sit there. Yep. Pretty useful folks.
- If I ever did get a date with a pretty girl from my class and would show-up, on time mind you, to pick her up, her mom or dad would reply in an almost-giddy tone, "Oh, Susie has already left with Joey. Did you have business with her?" "Yes, ma'am. We had a date tonight," I would reply just to see their reaction. And that two-face reaction was a fake look of shock as they slowly shut the door without even an "I'm sorry." Now I agree. You two-faced parents WERE sorry.
If you like truthful-confessions, here is one of mine. Now that those hellish days of being a "teenage tare," are over, thank God, I find it strange that most of these "good" stalks of wheat will now "act" like they knew me then and will give me a fake wave when we meet, but when I get news of one of them experiencing some set-back either in their personal or professional lives, I am not the least bit sorry.
And I tell you why. In 2003 when I was diagnosed with incurable Fibromyalgia and Neurothopy and could no longer work, NOT ONE of these "good" stalks of "useful" wheat called to see how I was doing or offered to help my family and I in any way.
Good? Useful? Productive stalks of wheat?
No. No. And No.
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