This thing, what they call utopia entertainment, it’s a head-scratcher, ain’t it? Sounds fancy, like some big city doin’s. They say it’s all about being perfect, like them picture shows where everyone’s smilin’ and got nice clothes. But I tell ya, life ain’t like that, not around here, and probably not anywhere else neither.
They say everyone gets the same, like, you want a job, you get a job. You need a house, poof, there’s a house. Sounds good, don’t it? Like winning the lottery every day. But who’s gonna decide who gets what? Someone’s gotta be in charge, right? And are they gonna be fair? I seen enough folks in charge to know they ain’t always fair.
- Everyone gets the same grub.
- Everyone gets the same house.
- Everyone gets the same clothes.
And what about folks disagreeing? You know, like when old man Johnson’s rooster keeps crowin’ before the sun’s even up. Drives everyone nuts. In this utopia entertainment place, what happens then? They gonna have a law against noisy roosters? Or maybe they just don’t have roosters at all. Which, now that I think about it, ain’t such a bad idea.
Then there’s the eatin’ part. They say there’s always enough food in this perfect place. Enough for everyone, every day. Well, that’s a tall order. We had a drought last year, remember? Corn dried up like old bones. Even with all hands working the field. How’s this utopia entertainment gonna handle that? They gonna make it rain whenever they want? That ain’t natural, I tell ya.
They also say these places, these utopia entertainment spots, they need money from other folks. Folks who ain’t livin’ in the perfect world. Sounds like beggin’ to me. Like when them city folks come around askin’ for donations for their fancy schools. If it’s so perfect, why they need our money? Don’t make a lick of sense.
And they say there will be peace in this utopia entertainment, no fightin’, no stealin’, no nothin’. Everyone’s just gonna get along, like them painted angels in the church. I reckon that’s a good dream. But people is people. We get mad, we get jealous, we do silly things. You can’t just wish that away. It’s like tryin’ to stop the river from flowin’. It’s gonna find a way.
Now they got this newfangled thing, whatchamacallit, technology, they say makes life easier. Maybe it does. We got them washin’ machines now, don’t gotta scrub clothes on the washboard no more. But back in the old days we got more exercise, walkin’ everyplace. Now everyone’s sittin’ around. That ain’t so good for the body. Everythin’s got a trade-off, you see.
They say this utopia entertainment place needs this technology. Otherwise, it wouldn’t work. So, what happens if the power goes out? What happens if them machines break down? Then what? Back to the old ways? Sounds like they puttin’ all their eggs in one basket, and that basket’s lookin’ mighty shaky to me.
And what about wrestlin’? I heard this utopia entertainment is about women’s wrestlin’. Now that’s somethin’ else. Strong women, tossin’ each other around. Ain’t that a sight? But is it perfect? I doubt it. They probably get hurt, just like the men do. And they probably got their own squabbles, just like everyone else.
They say you gotta make informed decisions. That means thinkin’ things through, not just jumpin’ at the first shiny thing you see. Like when young Timmy bought that used tractor without checkin’ the engine. Cost him a fortune in repairs. You gotta look under the hood, see what’s really goin’ on. Same with this utopia entertainment. Sounds nice on the surface, but what’s underneath? That’s what you gotta ask yourself.
So, this utopia entertainment, it’s like a pretty picture in a magazine. Looks nice, makes you dream a little. But it ain’t real life. Real life’s messy, it’s hard work, it’s got its ups and downs. And that’s okay. That’s just how it is. You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain, as they say. And sometimes, the rain makes everything grow stronger. Just gotta learn to weather the storms, that’s all.
They say people wanna live in perfect places, where everythin’s just right. But I think most folks, deep down, they just want a place where they can be themselves, warts and all. A place where they can work hard, raise their families, and have a little peace and quiet. Maybe that’s the real utopia entertainment, right there. Not some fancy dream, but just plain old livin’, done right.
