We must make the right choices by serving others and helping them to become self-reliant. Self reliance allows for greater freedom, but then what we do with that greater freedom is the true test. He also states that becoming self reliant is wonderful but it is only the means to an end. Marion G Romney taught that "all of our Church and family actions should be directed toward making our children and members self-reliant." We must preserve our talents of self-sufficiency, our genius for creating things for ourselves, our sense of thrift and our true love of independence." The fable concluded with this, "Let's not be gullible gulls. Now the Sea gulls, the fine free birds that almost symbolize liberty itself, are starving to death because they gave in to the 'something for nothing' lure! They sacrificed their independence for a handout." Instead they led their little ones to the shrimp nets. The big birds never bothered to learn how to fish for themselves and they never taught their children to fish. "The shrimpers had created a Welfare State for the sea gulls. Why were they starving? They were starving, because although there were plenty of fish to eat, the gulls did not know how to fish.įor generations the gulls depended upon a fleet of shrimping boats which would toss out the scraps to the gulls, but then the fleet moved. The story is told of great flocks of sea gulls starving despite the good fishing waters nearby. (3) So much better than Duran Duran.In the Reader's Digest, October 1950 edition, the Fable of the Gullible Gull is shared as a warning against dependency. (2) Includes bonus photos of their haircuts. (1) Doesn't pretend they "advanced" from their debut. I might even claim that this was where the idiots took over the studio if I hadn't noticed that their weakest cut by far-1985's terminal "Who's That Girl (She's Got It)," designed to convince us that they're human beings-is the-one-they-produced-themselves. If they were never as sublime as "Chewy Chewy," they were never as icky as "1, 2, 3, Red Light," and unlike the Ohio Express or the 1910 Fruitgum Co., they-wrote-all-the-songs-themselves. But hell, "What Am I Supposed to Do" even has a decent lyric. There are too many slow ones on number two, so I don't play both sides indiscriminately like I do with the debut. I'm not just being campy, either, except insofar as camp means the luxury of surrender to stupidity-in this case to sheer, sensationalistic aural pleasure, whooshes and zooms and sustains and computerized ostinatos and English boys whining about their spaced-out, financially secure lot, all held aloft on tunes Mr. If you think I enjoy enjoying this epitome of new-wave commercialism, this pap beloved of no one but MTV-addled suburbanites (not even NME, ever!)-well, you're right. And if the cheerfully mechanical voices and cheerfully mechanical melodies do once or twice venture toward cheerfully mechanical lyrics about the direly mechanical end of the world, well, that's just the shape of bubblegum to come. The human drummer and all-too-human guitarist provide reassuring links with a past these boys have no more intention of giving up than you, me, or Rod Stewart. But I think it's a hoot-so transparently, guilelessly expedient that it actually provides the hook-chocked fun most current pop bands only advertise. This is very silly, and I know why earnest new-wavers resent it. Robert Christgau: CG: A Flock of Seagulls
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