WHY?

Imagine: getting’ caught with your pants down! How embarrassing; at least that’s how it was at one point in the not-to-distant past. But times have changed, apparently. Otherwise, why would any self-respecting mentally sound individual purposely stole around the public to show-off dirty underwear or worst: their cavernous divide; as though it were haute couture? I believe I just answered my own question. What gratification does a person receive for behaving with such crudeness? What has happened to cause something so wrong to become so alright?

Mentally sound self-respecting people don’t practice indecent exposure. That sort of behavior would likely land such a person in jail; the setting from which this paragon of fashionable and politically correct loungewear originated.

I understand a judicial system confiscating belt and shoestrings for wanting to protect the incarcerated individual from doing harm to self or to others. But are these the belts ever returned to the owners? I’m just trying to account for what seems a recent shortage in belts. There just don’t seem to be enough to go around (pardon the pun). And if by some oversight jailhouse property rooms becoming overrun with abandoned belts, the Sheriff’s office might consider auctioning off these much needed accessories at an annual fundraiser to help some of these poor misguided and disadvantaged souls regain some semblance of self-respect.

My Dad possessed a embossed brown leather belt engraved with his initials on the brass buckle, that he faithfully polished before breakfast and church every Sunday morning. My father needed only to glace at his belt for me to get his ‘straighten up and act right; like you’ve got some sense’ message. The very idea of receiving a spanking was enough incentive for me to insure that my father never removed his belt.

Besides, the vision of my father loosing his pants was unthinkable! My father would not have been caught with his pants dragging the ground and the crotch at his knees; unless of course he was sitting on the toilet, and, was dead.

Imagine, wearing a belt to hold up one’s pants. What a concept!

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