Well, an obscure actor from a family sitcom from the nineteen
fifties died the other day. Word leaked out to the Boomers from Jerry Mathers’
Facebook Page.
Jerry played the little moron tyke nicknamed “Beaver” in the
so-called family comedy show "Leave It To Beaver" in the late fifties and early
sixties when America was supposed to be innocent but reality must have been more really like a captive
family in a Mormon like fascist small town, whites only, enclave.
Frank Bank played "Lumpy" aka Clarence, a rather overweight dumb kind of teenage friend
of Beaver’s older teenage brother Wally. Though dumb and the likely object of
bullies, Lumpy seemed more like the bully type off screen with his size and height
and may have been the reason Wally let him hang around his crowd in high
school.
It is all rather bizarre to explain the TV show to foreigners and or
a British audience where I believe that Beaver means something else and is the
name of a once famous Playboy like magazine called Beaver. Whatever.
The boomers think it is news. And for the majority of them as “nones”
in religion, the passing of a fellow traveler brings them all too soberly to
the realization that the end is near for that crowd of aging Americans.
I never knew what Ward the father did for a living. He worked in an
office with Lumpy’s father who may have been Ward’s equal or superior in that
office. Which is another reason why
Wally and Beaver had to perhaps be kind to the dumb son of the local stake bishop etc.
Beaver’s mother was a stay at home mom and wore high heels and
pearls as she dusted her house and was forever serving roast beef and mashed
potatoes to her boys and husband at dinner.
June only made meatloaf when Beaver's little fat dumber than he friend Larry came over to dinner and put carrots in the meatloaf because he hated carrots. It was June's way of saying to Larry that he might not be welcome or of an equal class to the Cleaver family?
June never spoke when her husband
spoke and differed to his wisdom distributed around the dining room table.
I
think that Mitt Romney comes to mind when I think of Ward in his non-job and
his temple crony co-workers sitting in an office overlooking the local town
square and I think there only real job was to spy strangers on that town square within view and report them to the sheriff or the local militia/John Birch society. Report
the dark strangers especially, if you know what I mean, wink, nod.
For all you third world globals now being subjected to the sixty year old tapes of "I Love Lucy" comedies as stage one of the American colonization process, be
forewarned.
If you or your family watches "Leave It To Beaver", your wife and
children will be turned into pillars of salt. Or worse, you will become a dumbed
clone version of A-merican non-culture through "entertainment".
As for Frank, I read that he was a gambler and a financial consultant
and lived the good life after Beaver. Escaped Beaver Town so to speak.
Of course there is no control over how the dogs tear up and rip your
bones apart after you are dead and consume you.
Especially when the Boomers
need your life story to comfort them in the Lame Stream Media.
That’s Life.
That’s Show Business. That’s Hollywood. LOL
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