PG was listening to a conversation about a proposal to have a national vote for President. This would seem to be a no brainer. After the nightmare of 2000, where an idiot was chosen to serve as President, after losing the popular vote, it would seem to be the first order of business.
The electoral college system of electing the President has taken away the choice from Georgia voters for years. This is a very very red state. The powers that be know this, and ignore Georgia in the elections. They want to pay attention to states like Ohio, the “swing” states. If John Kerry had gotten 50k more votes in Ohio, then he would have won the election. Never mind that he lost the popular vote by three million.
Meanwhile, PG looked through his archives for a repeat, and found something that has never been posted. This uplifting story was found at WFMU. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
Glen McDonald of Vancouver’s Coroner court remembers that he was “about to leave [the] office when the telephone rang … I was looking forward to a gin and tonic … It was the dispatcher from Metropolitan Ambulance … Mac, we’ve got a beauty for you.”
McDonald has been asked to retell the story many times. It is the thing of local legend, and no matter how emphatic one’s retelling of this evening is, it is difficult to convince people it is true. It is easily dismissed as urban legend. But in the conservative timber of Coroner McDonald, it is impossible to doubt him. “The Vancouver City Police report … managed to spell the celluloid hero’s name wrong … The news media and everyone else were on the phone … The calls were fast and furious by now … Even the night janitor was talking to The New York Times … I couldn’t help thinking [about] that remark Flynn made about Texas Guinan dying in Vancouver … [Errol Flynn’s] face was sallow and a bit puffy and he looked an awful lot older than fifty years. He looked worn out, wasted … The autopsy concluded that the death was due to “myocardial infarction, coronary thrombosis, coronary atherosclerosis, fatty degeneration of the liver, portal cirrhosis of the liver and diverticulosis of the colon … I am therefore, of the opinion that this death should be classified, in the view of the above noted autopsy findings, as having been due to natural causes.” The belongings found on his person were itemized and bagged: eighty dollars, a credit card, cigarette lighter, a ring and a gold watch that was monogrammed.”
What followed next is something straight out of Ripley’s Believe it or Not. “An observation [Chief Pathologist] Dr. Tom Harmon made startled me. It concerned a number of VD warts on the end of Flynn’s penis. Tom seemed fascinated. ‘Well, Tom,’ I said, ‘They may be of clinical interest to you as a medical man, but there’s going to be another autopsy done down in Los Angeles. I really don’t think these warts are material to the case. Unless you disagree.’ ‘Perhaps not … But, look, I’m going to be lecturing at the Institute of Pathology and I just thought it might be of interest if I could remove these things and fix them in formaldehyde and use them as a visual aid.’ ‘No way!’ I said. ‘We’re not going to do that. I don’t want anything done that isn’t relevant to the case because we’re really in the limelight tonight. We’re on the hot seat. How can we send Mr. Flynn back to his wife with part of his bloody endowment missing?’ So I insisted on absolutely no change or variation of routine procedures … I left Doc Harmon and Errol Flynn alone in the autopsy room … the telephones were still ringing like mad … The night janitor had become an expert of evading questions … Doc Harmon strolled casually into my office, ‘Well, I’ve finished,’ he said. Tom and I went back to the autopsy room and the first thing I noticed was that the VD warts had gone – vanished from the end of Mr. Flynn’s penis. Then I spotted a jar of formaldehyde on a shelf that looked suspiciously like it might contain VD warts. It did.
“Oh, God! Tom had gone and done it. I sighed and asked the Doc, ‘Did you have to remove those bloody warts … Did Errol Flynn expire because he had warts on his dong?’ Tom looked sheepish but we were both laughing at the utter silliness of the whole thing. ‘Put them back,’ I said, ‘Right now!’ Maybe the Doc had never seen warts of that enormity. Maybe he wanted a souvenir. I never did figure out why but the temptation had been too great … So the bloody warts were fished out of the formaldehyde jar and, using the good offices of scotch tape, Doc Harmon and I stuck them back where they belonged. Everything was back to normal. And I was relieved to learn later, talking with the Chief Coroner in Los Angeles, that a further autopsy was performed and the results concurred in every respect with what we had found. The scotch tape was never mentioned.”
Tuesday was Confederate Memorial Day. It is an ancient question…how to honor the soldiers from the side that lost. They were just as valiant as the Union Soldiers. Considering the shortages of the Confederate Armies, the Rebels may have been just a bit braver.
The issue of Federalism is a defining conflict of the American experience. What powers do we give the Federal Government, and what powers do we cede to the States? The Confederacy was the product of this conflict. The Confederate States were a collection of individual states, with separate armies. This is one reason why the war turned out the way it did.
This is not a defense for slavery. The “Peculiar institution” was a moral horror. The after effects of slavery affect us today. Any remembrance of the Confederacy should know that. This does not make the men who fought any less brave.
It is tough to see the War Between the States through the modern eye. It was a different time, before many of the modern conveniences that are now considered necessities. Many say that the United States were divided from the start, and the fact the union lasted as long as it did was remarkable. When a conflict becomes us against them, the “causes” become unimportant.
The War was a horror, with no pain medicine, and little that could be done for the wounded. It took the south many, many years to recover. The healing continues in many ways today. Remembering the sacrifices made by our ancestors helps.
This is a repost from CMD 2010. Pictures are from the Library of Congress.
It’s national book week: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don’t mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status. That is what the man on facebook said. The book in question here is Gonzo: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson. It was not the closest book to the work station either… it was on the marbletop table by the front door, sincerely hoping to be returned to the library before PG leaves town.
Rules are being violated. Oh Lord, call the meme police. Before you snitch out PG, remember this is Dr. Hunter Stockton Thompson we are talking about. Breaking the rules was hard wired into his DNA, even when it was to his advantage to obey the regulations. Tell ya what, we will compromise, and post the correct sentence,from the proper page. As to the technicality of whether it is the fifth sentence, the fifth complete sentence, or a sentence referring to a fifth of a gallon of Chivas…you just have to trust the author to tell the truth.
” I moved to San Francisco in ’59, and Hunter came out shortly after that, and then Sandy joined them a little later”. HST wound up living on a tract of land near Big Sur. The site became the location of the Esalen Institute. Joan Baez lived nearby, but did not approve of Hunter hunting.
The meme is *reproduced* at NBW . In the spirit of lazy, copy paste blogging, here are a few.
“And joyfully laughing, he continued to lead her along toward the dining room” /// “Gross anatomy provides the medical student with what is very often his or her first exposure to a dead body; as such, it has long been considered a vital, necessary step in the doctor’s education.” /// “It was a Thursday, the first time, I was wiping down the kitchen table and mother was standing by the window.” /// “Harry, your eyesight really is awful,” said Hermione, as she put on glasses. “/// “I also found some rum in the great cabin, of which I took a large dram, and which I had, indeed, need enough of to spirit me for what was before me.”
Another tumblr facility adds frosting to the cake. “The blind stenched out their arms, looking for each other, though not the girl with dark glasses who made it quite clear that she had no intention of walking in front of that shameless creature who had touched her up, at last the line was formed, the thief changing places with first blind man, with the doctor between them.” /// “He went on with his tea.” /// “makes me not fit in, and is it…world, or is it in my head?” ”
There is actually a blog called Good Reads . That must be like the packs of ketchup you get, which always say “fancy ketchup”, even though it is the same squalid tomato mush as plain ketchup. Or, in the spirit of TV shows with canned laughter, so you know when something is funny. At any rate, the meme metastasizes, until it cannot be ignored any longer.
“I looked up at the blind poster eye in the ceiling. “// “Colette tried to avoid our lesson this morning by complaining of a mysterious illness,” tattled Jeannine. “/// “You’re IPCA?’ one of the vamps asked.”// He si pretty hot. /// “Some rich gentleman lives out there.” /// “Hello there, young Cassandra.” /// “Well, lamb, she did not feel very well for a while yesterday, but that is all over and she was never in any danger of dying this time.”/// “No looking ahead.” /// “He looked at his ripped sleeve and his grazed hand and his torn trousers. “/// “Oh, the lawyers and solicitors, Messrs.”/// “And he was her family, or he soon would be.”
When you type the word gonzo into the amazon search facility, you are given several choices. You can buy gonzo stain remover, gonzo muppett, gonzo odor eliminator, gonzo shirt, gonzo the art, and gonzo the life and work of dr. hunter s. thompson. All of these products are covered in a book PG is wading through, Gonzo: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson.
There is lots of speculation about the G word ( Gonzo, not G-d, although they may have more in common than some suppose. It is safe to say that no one claims “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” to be the word of G-d.). Lord, lets not get caught on the barbed hook of religion, this is supposed to be a review of a book about Horseshit, or Hunter S Thompson, who has the same initials.
Getting back to Gonzo, it was a cajun expression meaning “to play unhinged.” A man named James Booker recorded a track called “Gonzo”, which is embedded in this commentary. HST played the song non stop, which was not amusing to fellow journalists. One of these people was a Boston fuddy duddy, who called HST “the gonzo man”, and said that in Boston bars, Gonzo meant the last man standing. You can’t believe everything that you hear or read. Taste and feeling are equally suspect, but you can believe what you smell. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, while ugly uses all five senses.
PG used to read a bunch of celebrity biographies, and there is a pattern. They are born, and have childhoods. Somehow, they get a break, and become famous. The fame period lasts a certain time, but the bad habits they acquire last a lifetime. After they have seen the mountaintop (or the place in the Nevada mountains where the high water of the sixties broke up into the sewage of the seventies), there is no where to go but down. Tallulah Bankhead was surrounded by “caddies”, these young queens so enamored of her presence that they put up with her increasingly awful behavior. “A day away from Tallulah is like a month in the country”.
HST fell into this mind trap of duality. Apparently his prodigious intake of substances never slowed down, until he was in a wheelchair towards the end. He was writing a sports column for ESPN in his latter days, about 300 pound samoan quarterbacks who will take the NFL by storm. PG had not read anything by HST in years, and was almost surprised that he was still alive.
The ever facilitative dangerousminds has a BBC show about HST. The show was produced in 1978, a few years after the abdication of Richard Nixon, and into the regime of Jimmy Carter. Smiling Jimmy is not mentioned in this telefilm, but there is a conversation between HST and John Dean. In the rest of the show, HST and sidekick Ralph Steadman drive around in the desert between Las Vegas and Hollywood. You see the place in the high desert where the wave of the sixties broke, setting off the tsunami of Nancy Reagan just saying no, and hiring drug runners to ship guns to terrorists.
PG has sixty or so more pages to go on this book, and wonders if it will happen. Thursday morning is a ride up to Tennessee, and the book needs to be back at the library before then. It is not worth an overdue fine. The fun is over, and all that is left if for HST to decline and die. Buy the ticket, take the ride. And play dumb when you learn that the phrase is a registered trademark.
Atlanta is composed mostly of one-way streets. The only way to get out of downtown Atlanta is to turn around and start over when you reach Greenville, South Carolina … All directions start with, ‘Go down Peachtree’ and include the phrase, ‘When you see the Waffle House’….’Except in Mayretta , where all directions begin with, “Go to the Big Chicken”…’ Peachtree Street has no beginning and no end and is not to be confused with: Peachtree Circle, Peachtree Place, Peachtree Lane, Peachtree Road, Peachtree Terrace, Peachtree Avenue,Peachtree Battle Road, Peachtree Corners, New Peachtree, Old Peachtree, West Peachtree,or Peachtree Industrial Boulevard… Atlantans only know their way to work and their way home. If you ask anyone for directions,they will always send you down Peachtree… Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola. Coke’s all they drink there so don’t ask for any other soft drink unless it’s made by Coca-Cola.. Even if you want something other than a Coca-Cola, it’s still called Coke…The 8 am rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30 AM… The 5 pm rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:30 PM… Friday’s rush hour starts Thursday afternoon and lasts through 2 am Saturday… Only a native of Atlanta can pronounce Ponce De Leon Avenue, so do not attempt the Spanish pronunciation. People will simply tilt their heads to the right and stare at you. The Atlanta pronunciation is ‘pawntz duh LEE-awn.’… And yes, there is a street named simply, ‘Boulevard.’It becomes Monroe Drive when you cross Ponce de Leon The falling of one raindrop causes all drivers to immediately forget all traffic rules… If a single snowflake falls, the city is paralyzed for three days and it’s on all the channels as a news flash every 15 minutes for a week. Overnight, all grocery stores will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet paper, and beer… I-285, the loop that encircles Atlanta, has a posted speed limit of 55 mph (but you have to maintain 80 mph just to keep from getting run over)…It is known as The Perimeter, and the Watermelon 500… In Atlanta you are either ITP ( Inside the Perimeter) or OTP ( Outside the Perimeter). ITP and OTP people are wary of each other… Don’t believe the directional markers on highways: I-285 is marked East and West but you may be going North or South. The locals identify the direction by referring to the ‘Inner Loop’and the ‘Outer Loop. Some call the whole dern thing “The Fruit Loop”… Never buy a ladder or mattress in Atlanta . Just go to one of the interstates and you will soon find one in the middle of the road…The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger, unless your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your AK-47 has a full clip… Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air… There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 live in Georgia … There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 live in Georgia, plus a couple no one has seen before… If it grows, it sticks… If it crawls, it bites… If you notice a vine trying to wrap itself around your leg, you have about 20 seconds to escape, before you are completely captured and covered with Kudzu…It’s not a shopping cart, it’s a buggy… ‘Fixinto’ is one word (I’m fixinto go to the store)… Sweet Tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you’re 2 years old…’Jeet?’ is actually a phrase meaning ‘Did you eat?’… ’Momma-nem’ means: How’s Mother and all of the other children and other members of the family doing…. This is a repost. Despite the economic unpleasantness, people come to our fine city everyday. They need all the help they can get. Pictures are from ” The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.
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April 18th, 2011 12:41 pm So far, the best news I have heard for Republicans and the Country for the 2012 election is that Ralph Reed intends to sa tay out of the election. After all, he’s already done enough damage to Republicans and the nation. Unfortunately, Karl Rove is still in the races.
Ralph and Karl and George W. Bush just about destroyed the conservative renaissance in the country by trying to persuade Republicans to embrace massive immigration, chase black religious fundamentalists who are politically liberal (and won’t vote Republican), and ignore the vast blue collar constituency who voted Republican beginning with Reagan and who are basically conservative. Along with Rap Music, the media, affirmative action, wall street, political correctness and enternet fundraising, Rove, Reed, and Bush paved the way for Barack Obama to be elected President with eight years of RINO rule.
There was a small town once, with a Catholic Church, a Baptist Church, and a Jewish Synagouge. One day the Catholics decided to give their priest a new car. They got an Audi, sprinkled a few drops of holy water on the hood, and gave it to the priest. The Baptists thought this was a really good idea, and they decided to give their pastor a new vehicle. They got a Ford pickup truck,took it to a boat ramp, hooked a winch up to the front, and lowered the truck into the lake until it was completely covered in water. Not to be outdone, the Jewish congregation decided their rabbi needed a new ride. They bought a Lexus, and cut half an inch off the tail pipe.
Friday, April 22, 2011 07:38 AM ET You people are PATHETIC. This is the Democrat Party. These are the Liberals.They love everything that is SHIT. And they hate everything that is GOOD. They love Criminals. They loooove that piece of Pig Shit SCUM – MUMIA. A Cop Killer, who put a round in a young Police Officer’s head, as he lay on the ground, bleeding. Killing him in cold blood. They love Communist Dictators and Mass Murderers. Lenin. Stalin. Mao. Pol Pot. Castro. Che Guevara. The Sandinistas. The Shining Path. Hugo Chavez.How many hundreds of MILLIONS, of their own people, did they butcher? How many KILLING FIELDS did they create?
Liberals hate our Armed Forces. The people who allow them, to say and do, the stupid shit, that they say and do. They would be shot in the head, in any of their beloved Worker’s Paradises, if they pulled their shit, there.They love anyone that we’re fighting. They loved the Communists. Still do. They loved the Viet Cong. They’ve done nothing but worry, about the poor Muslim Terrorists, down in Gitmo.
Oh. the Humanity of it all. Our evil troops, pouring water over the faces of the Masterminds of 911. Pouring water on to a towel, draped over their faces, with a Doctor, standing bye, in the room. Oh these poor men. How evil are we, that we would do such a thing to people who just Murdered 3,000 INNOCENT Men, Women, and Children. 30% of Liberals still believe, that George Bush had the CIA blow up those buildings. Liberals love the Palestinians. The “Terrorist” Palestinians. How many THOUSANDS have they murdered? How many School Buses full of children, have they blown up? They danced in the streets on 911. They handed out sweets and candy. Just like they did the other day, when a 3 MONTH OLD BABY GIRL, and her family, had their throats slit, by the Brave Palestinian Freedom Fighters. Liberals don’t care about IRAN. They love Assad’s Syria. They did nothing as the GENOCIDE went on, in Rwanda. They did nothing, as the Christians were SLAUGHTERED in Sudan. I could go on and on, but, you get the point. Which brings us to Sarah Palin. The woman who is the personification of the Feminist’s Wet Dream. She’s got it all. A Family and a Career. And, she did it on her own.Wife. Mom. School Board Member. Oil Trading Commissioner. Mayor. Governor. Vice Presidential Candidate. She didn’t need a MAN, to get where she’s gotten. She didn’t need to tottle on, in her husband’s shadow, being the “Good Wife” as he constantly HUMILIATED her in public. She didn’t have to sit bye, as her Husband had affair after affair. As he was Charged in Court, for Indecent Exposure. Charged with RAPE, on National Television. Charged with Groping and Rubbing himself against a woman, on National Television. Charged with Wetting his Cigars inside a young female Intern. Cause you need the end of it WET, if you’re gonna be smoking it, while your Intern has your Cock in her mouth. Right, Hillary? But the Liberals LOOOOOOVE Hillary. She’s a Feminist, ya know. A self made woman.Sarah Palin?”That’s not her baby!”Pathetic.
A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was ‘too crowded.’ ‘I can’t go to Sunday School,’ she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements. As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: ‘This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.’ For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building. But the story does not end there…. A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.. Within five years the little girl’s gift had increased to $250,000.00–a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends. When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300.. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, ‘Acres of Diamonds’. This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
Pictures today from The Library of Congress
Seven years ago today, Pat Tillman died in Afghanistan. Today is Good Friday. It is a Good Friday to watch The Tillman Story. A radio whiner, who supports our wars ,says “The truth will make you mad”. What he doesn’t say is, the lies make you even madder.
One of the army people said the Tillman family was so upset about this matter because of their atheism. When he came under fire, one of Cpl. Tillman’s men started to pray. Cpl. Tillman told him to quit praying, that G-d was not the problem, to stay focused on what was happening. Then he was killed, and the memorials to him were used as propaganda for the war.
Someone tells a story of Mrs. Tillman, how she finished last in a marathon. In 1996, the Olympic marathon runner from Afghanistan was injured, and ran five minutes behind the rest of the field. They both finished the course.
The Tillman family was a remarkable, determined bunch, with a high profile. One wonders how often this happens, and how often the Army gets away with murder. Pictures today from The Library of Congress
There is a nifty article about Cary Grant and LSD on the web now. It seems Mr. Grant, the onetime Archibald Leach, had a few issues. Duh. Married five times. Widely rumored to the the bf of Randolph Scott. A talented actor, but a mess in the real world.
In 1956, Mr. Grant was with third wife Betsy Drake, who had a tough summer.
“It was an open secret between cast and crew alike that the married Cary Grant was sleeping with Sophia Loren during their filming of The Pride and The Passion. Drake had flown to Italy to be by her husband’s side during the shoot only to find Grant ignoring her. Distraught, she fled on what was to be a quiet voyage on the SS Andrea Doria. On July 25, 1956 her quiescent journey turned into a nightmare. The ship collided with a Swedish ocean liner off the coast of Nantucket, Massachusetts, sinking to the bottom of the Sea and claiming fifty-one lives.2 Betsy survived but was traumatized. The incident, coupled with the estrangement of her husband, haunted her in her sleep.”
Betsy Drake had a friend named Sally Brophy, an actress. Miss Brophy also received help from a psychiatrist, which included taking LSD. Eventually, Cary Grant started to go see this doctor.
Taking a legal trip, in a Hollywood doctor’s office, is not like going to a rave. It was seen as therapy, a way of learning how to deal with your problems. According to Cary Grant, it worked very well. He talked about it to a reporter, and then confirmed that he wanted this to go out to the public.
“The shock of each revelation brings with it an anguish of sadness for what was not known before in the wasted years of ignorance and, at the same time, an ecstasy of joy at being freed from the shackles of such ignorance … I learned many things in the quiet of that room … I learned that everything is or becomes its own opposite … it releases inhibition. You know, we are all unconsciously holding our anus. In one LSD dream I shit all over the rug and shit all over the floor. Another time I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from earth like a spaceship … I seemed to be in a world of healthy, chubby little babies’ legs and diapers, smeared blood, a sort of general menstrual activity taking place … As a philosopher once said, you cannot judge the day until the night ..”
The only problem was, Mr. Grant had a movie coming out, “Operation Petticoat”. The studio “tripped out” when it heard the star of the show was praising LSD in the press. Mr. Grant had a share in the profits of the film, and was persuaded to call the reporter and recant on the interview.
Not everyone was impressed by the doctors that Mr. Grant used. “Aldous Huxley had encountered the clinic prior to his death, but had sought his LSD experiences from the parallel practice of Dr. Oscar Janiger, the other acid doctor to the stars. Huxley witnessed Chandler and Hartman’s work and was unnerved by their approach. “We met two Beverly Hills psychiatrists the other day,” he wrote, “who specialise in LSD therapy at $100 a shot – and, really, I have seldom met people of lower sensitivity, more vulgar mind! To think of people made vulnerable by LSD being exposed to such people is profoundly disturbing.”
In any event, LSD became criminalized, Doctors Chandler and Hartman got in trouble, and Cary Grant got married two more times. While Grant never renounced LSD, he refused to use any other illegal drug, even marijuana. He was a conservative old fogey.
Maureen Donaldson was the lover of Cary Grant in the seventies, and was a friend of Alice Cooper. She finally persuaded Mr. Grant to go to an Alice Cooper concert with her. He wore sunglasses, gold chains, and dressed like a “seedy agent”. He sat through the entire show, wearing earplugs, hating every minute of it.
As Miss Donaldson recalled the evening “Driving back to Los Angeles, I congratulated Cary for being such a good sport … He’d made an extraordinary effort to please me … [I asked him] ‘You really hated it, didn’t you?’ ‘It’s…’ he said, struggling for words, ‘you know what it’s like? Remember I told you about the time I took LSD in my doctor’s office and shat all over his rug and floor?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well now I know how that poor doctor felt.”
Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost
Two years ago today, this report was making the rounds. “Yesterday I was talking on the phone with Yanar Mohammed from Organization of Women’s Freedom in Iraq (one of my clients). She told me of a horrific event this week in Iraq in which a large number (over 20 as I recall) of gay men were rounded up, had Super Glue applied to their anuses and then forced to drink high powered laxatives. They have been hospitalized and at least some are near death. She sent a link for an Arabic paper with news of the horrific event, but, obviously, I could not read it. Although Yanar serves women’s issues, apparently a reporter from the paper interviewed her because there are so few people willing to take the risk of speaking out against attacks on gays”
PG suspected a hoax, and could find little corraboration. Two years later, it is time to take another look at this issue. When you google “Yanar Mohammed super glue”, the top four results are the Chamblee54 story from 2009. The fifth result is a forum , which repeats the original claim, with a few more details ( and no links). This forum was posted May 13, 2009. At the *bottom* of the page is this message: “Disclaimer: DON’T BELIEVE A DAMN WORD YOU READ ON THIS WEBSITE!”
The next result in this search is from Redacted News This site tells the story of a CIA plan to make a porn video starring Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Ladin. The plan was rejected, with the comment “Saddam playing with boys would have no resonance in the Middle East — nobody cares,” The story says that attitudes have changed in Babylon after the US invasion, and the story about super glue is repeated. When you click on the link to Al Arabiya , you get this message: “The requested URL /blog/2009/04/report-iraqi-militia-kill-gays-with-anal-glue-torture/ was not found on this server.”
Maybe the results will be better with a different phrase on google, like “sealing anus with super glue”. (408k choices). The top result is Bonsai Kitten . These charming people confine small cats to rigid vessels, so that they will grow to be the shape of that vessel. “The kitten essentially grows into the shape of the vessel! Once the cat is fully developed, it is removed (or the vessel broken to remove it!), producing the lovable, furry pet you’ve always wanted, but it remains in the shape you’ve always dreamed of! There is virtually no limit to the eventual shape of your pet.”
However, there are a few technical issues, where modern chemistry comes in handy. “Waste Removal. Left to its own devices, the kitten would quickly fill its vessel with its own urine and feces, leading to certain sickness and death, not to mention the inevitably unpleasant appearance and odor. The best solution is to seal the kitten’s anus with Super Glue prior to insertion, and then insert a waste tube through a third whole in the vessel. As the kitten’s body is still developing, a natural rectal diverticulum will soon form around the tube, which can be drained in any convenient fashion. It’s just like a kitty colostomy bag!”.
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Chamblee54 does not recommend, suport, or encourage, the activities described in this post.
Stumbling through the archives for something to say on four twenty, PG found with a post titled Profanity or Hannity. It had nothing to do with the prominent whiner, but lots to do with cuss words.
Chamblee54 tries to be a low profanity blog. Sometimes a wirty dord slips in, but the idea is to keep a clean house. Some people take great offense at words referring to body parts and functions, excretion, and the eternal destination of your soul. Oh, and ethnic slurs, unless the slur in question describes you. When you post one hundred words, and one of them is a swear word, some people will forget the ninety nine clean words to focus on the one dirty word. When you want people to pay attention to your message, you should keep the medium clean.
The seminal post was about something called the cuss o meter. You enter the url of your blog, and the c.o.m. gives you a score. When Chamblee54 was tested three years ago, it got a zero percent. Today, if you click on the field, to enter a url, you are transported to a dating site. There is a current outbreak of malicious code on the internet, and PG left the cuss o meter quickly.
The blogger who directed PG to the cuss o meter was Renegade Evolution. She is a fun loving sex worker, and is not Irish. (Whether the cuss o meter is Irish, or Belorussian, is another mystery.) In her post today, she uses an onomatopoeic word for animal waste.
Many of the people who don’t like cuss words claim a religious justification. They see the choice of words as a moral issue. Some people believe that their religion tells them not to use certain words. (If you look in the original texts of the Bible, you will probably find every bad word imaginable.) The thing is, many of these religious people use words like “G-d” and “Jesus” to express their anger. They use sacred names to hurt others, in direct violation of the Third Commandment. Perhaps these people would be better off if they said *firetruck*.
Tim Curry was born sixty five years ago today. It would be quite a while before April 19 was known as got a minute day. Mr. Curry is an actor, singer, and all around phenomenon. The role that made him a star was Frank-n-Furter in ” The Rocky Horror Show”.
Mr. Curry is best known for playing a flamboyant transvestite. His wikipedia page does not discuss his personal life. If you go to google, and type “is tim curry” the top five results are gay, married, dead, alive, died. A visit to some of the sites listed gave no definite answers. One of the sites tried to slip a *trojan horse* into this machine. Some things are better left a mystery.
After Dr. Furter went back to Transylvania, Mr. Curry made rock and roll albums. In 1978, a tour was put together to promote his vinyl debut. The first show in the United States was at the Agora Ballroom in Atlanta GA. PG was in the audience.
Riding into town on the 23 Ogelthorpe bus, PG got to talk to some ladies who were in town for a conference. They were worried about the crime. PG tried to reassure them by telling a recent news story. This lady was having breakfast in a downtown hotel, when she put her purse down on the floor. A handgun her husband had given her went off when the handbag hit the ground. The ladies breakfast companion was hit and killed.
Mr. Curry walked onstage eating a banana, grabbed a stool and turned it upside down. He appeared to be a bit tipsy. This did not affect his performance. Mr. Curry did most of the songs on his album, along with “Celluoid Heroes” by the Kinks. The latter song featured a Garbo impersonation.
Whoever put the band together for this tour had a lot of money. The guitar player played with Lou Reed on “Rock and Roll Animal”. The keyboard player, and musical director, was Micheal Kamen, formerly of the New York Rock and Roll Ensemble. (A song on the Curry album, “Sloe Gin”, was a NYRRE song, “Fields of Joy”, with new lyrics.)
The only song from “Rocky Horror” that Mr. Curry did was “I’m Going Home”. A few people were upset that he did not do “Sweet Transvestite.” He played another Agora show a couple of years later, and reportedly did perform “Sweet Transvestite.”
Tom Waits was scheduled to perform at the Agora the next night. PG was wandering through the balcony between shows, and saw Mr. Waits sitting at a table. A bodyguard was standing by, who said that it was just someone who looked like Tom Waits.
After the show was over, PG went to a nearby bar, and was talking to a friend about the show. A lady who was with the friend stood in front of him and screamed “What color are your eyes? They are brown, because you are so full of shit”. Pictures for this feature are from The Library of Congress.
Every once in a while, the list of bookmarks gets too long. Some can be painlessly deleted. Others go into storage, on the chance that they will be useful someday. Some might be fun to visit often, and are moved into an appropriate folder. Today, we will look at some of the fun sites that Chamblee54 has stumbled onto lately. If you choose to follow these links, make sure your anti virus protection is updated and running. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
Banned In Hollywood seems to make fun of hetero losers, while appealing to them at the same time. This is not as weird as you think, when you consider the radio whiners who praise tax cuts for the wealthy, for the enjoyment of a blue collar audience. The pic at the top of the page shows a sofa load of people sucking face, while one guy drinks beer, by himself, in the middle. An everyday feature is the photo dump. It has dozens of fun images, some of which are safe for work.
Not Always Right is the dark side of customer service. As some of you know, when you say hello to a customer, you don’t know what you are getting yourself into. There are some dialogs here between sales help and those who alledgedly pay their salary. Here is one of the stories:
(A customer buys a medium popcorn and then spills it in the theater. We don’t usually give refills on mediums, but since he spilled it, we tell him we’ll refill it.) Customer: “I left the bag in the theater.” Me: “That’s okay, we can refill it. Just bring me the bag.” Customer: “Okay. Wait, do you mean a bag of weed, or the popcorn bag?” Me: “Uh, the popcorn bag will do.”
GINAA is a longtime favorite here. If you don’t have a high speed connection, this one takes forever to load. This site is like a drop of gasoline, in a bucket of water, that keeps spreading and turning rainbow colors. If you like to see the world in a grain of rice, you can waste serious time here.
La Boite Verte has no english text. For those who like to read our fine tongue, there are other places to go. There are lots and lots of pictures here. Art, history, and German barflies from 1967 are represented on the top page today. France’s BFF Germany contributes Das Kraftfuttermischwerk, another splendid waste of time and brain cells.
Cats That Look Like Hitler is what it says it is. The use of photoshop is suspected. As with many other sites, there is advertising here. A showtime feature called “The Borgias”, Caring Kitty Cremation, and Printable Cat Coupons are cheerfully promoted on this site.
Black And WTF , Buzz Feed, and Brain Pickings all start with B, and represent a lot of hard work by somebody. How much weirdness can you enjoy before you want to go watch a tennis match on tv?
Post It Notes From My Idiot Boss is another example of fine technology, used for less than steller results. A few years ago, people would set their VCR to record soap operas, so they could watch them when they got home. This is similar…the groundbreaking technology of self attaching note paper, used to deliver messages like “How often do we get the quarterly reports?”.