In Touch with Middle America

In this month’s Playboy, in between alternate Bush-bashing and baring, a round table entitled “Rip. Burn. Die.” gathers music industry insiders to discuss the problems and challenges within the industry. While discussing exhorbitant concert prices, two known figures offer nuggets of insight into the little man’s mind set:

  • John Mayer:
    We charge around $40 for a ticket, which isn’t a lot of money. Twenty-three year old kids have $40 to spend on a concert. They may say they don’t, but they do.

    (John Mayer doesn’t point out that $40 represents almost seven hours’ of labor at minimum wage. Factor in the convenience fee applied to a ticket, and you’re looking at a full day’s work. Now, imagine you’re taking a date; that’s Monday and Tuesday of your work week, which isn’t a big deal to John Mayer. Now, say you’ve got a family, and you need parking for the minivan, and suddenly you’re not buying any souvenirs or food, and the concert’s not that much of a good entertainment value, but who am I to complain? I’ve already been to one whole concert this year.)

  • Sharon Osbourne:
    We could charge more, but with what’s going on with unemployment in this country, we want to keep ticket prices down.

    (Ms. Osbourne doesn’t mention that unemployment is still at a relative historical low, which means that if she had her druthers, the marked increase in ticket prices would be even more if she weren’t afraid to lose more concertgoers, so she’ll get in a little dig at the current president if she doesn’t have anything else to say.)

Thanks for your insight, celebrities and those whose work provides them with a better-than-middle-class living which apparently has divorced them from fiscal realities here outside the stratosphere.

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Packer Flag Protocol

I’ve got a nice 3′ x 5′ Packer flag to fly this year, but now that I’ve got it, I’m not sure the protocol. I mean, my first inclination is to fly it on game day, and then on the following day when the Packers win. But I’m not clear on the protocol.

Any readers with the formal Packer flag protocol are encouraged to contact me with details. This Packer flag is serious business, and I do not want to besmirch Green Bay fans around the country by disrespecting the banner they hold dearly.

Note: No known Chiefs fans or Rams fans need reply. I am onto your tricks.

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Global Warming Update

Scientists and policy makers think global warming probably continues unabashed, according to the simulations they run, and as a result, the United States should hobble its industry and become a socialist state like enlightened European failures-in-making:

  • Blair to urge US to take tougher action on global warming

    Tony Blair will today urge the United States to commit itself to a tougher action to combat global warming and promise that a list of green policies will be included in Labour’s general election manifesto.

    The Prime Minister is to raise the profile of green issues as part of a drive to woo back people disaffected by the Iraq war.

    Labour’s private polling shows that “progressive voters”, many of whom were alienated by Mr Blair’s stance on Iraq, regard the environment as a top priority.

    Speaking to a conference staged by the Prince of Wales’s Business and the Environment Programme, Mr Blair will stop short of a full-frontal attack on President George Bush but make clear Britain will expect America to accept its responsibilities on global warming when it takes over the presidency of the G8 group of leading industrialised nations in January.

    Mr Blair, who believes the Kyoto Treaty does not go far enough, will reiterate his call for the United States to sign it. He will identify climate change as one of the greatest challenges facing the planet, saying that one country acting alone cannot solve the problem.

    Thanks, Tony, for calling for American action while overseas. How about talking to dirty-but-growing industrial Asian companies, who pump out greenhouse gases, soot, and air pollution that blow easterly towards our countries? No? Can’t stop them because they don’t have “enlightened” populations willing to commit seppukku over their unjust strength?

    Why don’t you spend time on possible dreams. Like getting the United States to adopt the Euro.

  • SAN FRANCISCO
    ‘Cool gray city’ projected to turn murderously hot
    Temperatures likely to rise by mid-century as a result of global warming, study warns

    San Francisco’s trademark cool summers are likely to heat up dramatically before the century is over, scientists said Monday, bringing frequent heat waves and a big jump in heat-related deaths.

    A new city-by-city analysis of California climate projections suggests that everybody’s favorite “cool gray city of love” may be in for a shock from the local impact of global climate change.

    Critics, however, said that such doomsday global-warming scenarios were highly speculative — designed mostly to sway public opinion and influence policy-makers considering proposals to cut heat-trapping vehicle emissions.

    The latest projections by the Union of Concerned Scientists in Washington, D.C., suggest that in a worst-case scenario, San Francisco can expect 55 heat- wave days — three or more consecutive days of temperatures above 79 degrees — a year by the 2050s and up to 135 such days a year by the 2090s, compared with only 10 to 15 heat-wave days in the 1990s.

    Union of Concerned Scientists? Sounds like they might have an agenda outside of science, but it’s remarkable that anyone can claim the mantle of “scientist” by writing computer simulations of things that might be instead of studying things that are where conclusions need to be repeatable.

    But then again, I’ve never gotten a government grant, so what do I know about real science?

Meanwhile, after a notoriously cool summer:

Old Farmer’s Almanac predicts colder, snowier winter for much of country

Time to break out the long underwear. The Old Farmer’s Almanac is predicting a colder and snowier winter for a wide swath of the country.

The editor-in-chief says it’ll be colder than average from the Rocky Mountains eastward.

The exceptions will be Montana, Wyoming, northern New England and the Appalachians, but even these areas will be very cold toward the end of winter.

More snow than usual is expected from the Great Lakes, across New England and down to the Middle Atlantic states, and from northeastern New Mexico, across northern Texas and Oklahoma, across the Ohio Valley to the Middle Atlantic.

The almanac is the oldest continuously published periodical in North America, making its debut in 1792. It also boasts a weather accuracy rate of 80 percent.

Maybe it’s once again time to switch the unproven longterm meterologipolitical assertion back to global cooling brought on by industrialization.

Pardon me, fellows, but it’s the height of hubris to know that the actions of this single species of man can so easily and irrevocably alter global and even celestial mechanisms of which we have incomplete understanding. I pray we don’t all pay for the hubris of a few “enlightened” despots.

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Tales from Pseudo-Bachelorhood Tape Delayed Live Blogging

As my beautiful wife has been riding the MS 150 this week, that’s left me alone in the house with beer and DVDs. Allow me, then, to dramatically recreate the situation.



Friday night, 8:15 pm.
DVD: Master and Commander: Far Side of the World

Hey! That doctor guy kinda looks like Paul Bettany.



Friday night, 8:35 pm.
DVD: Master and Commander: Far Side of the World

Hey, that doctor guy is Paul Bettany.



Friday night, 11:12 pm.
DVD: North by Northwest

Title credits open on New York City, 1949. That’s 55 years ago. Drop someone in modern business dress in it and they wouldn’t look too out of place and could get along fairly well, no matter what lessons Pleasantville might have you believe.



Friday night, 11:23 pm.
DVD: North by Northwest

Hey, check out the Thornhill library; see those Classics Club volumes on the wall to the right, shoulder height? I collect those now, and I’ve got more than Thornhill does.



Friday night, 11:26 pm.
DVD: North by Northwest

Hmm, if I’m barely conscious and find myself behind the wheel of a speeding car, I think I could still find the brakes. Unless, of course, is was like a Model A with a hand brake or something.



Friday night, 11:32 pm.
DVD: North by Northwest

I still prefer Gary Cooper over Cary Grant. But that’s probably because I saw him in The Fountainhead first, and I’m a hopelessly philosopharian idealogue whose ongoign experience is filtered through the paper of Ayn Rand.



Friday night, 12:40 am.
DVD: North by Northwest

Man, it’s a business casual world; Cary Grant’s in the hospital, and The Professor brings him slacks, a dress shirt, and dress shoes. Cary Grant goes housebreaking and rock climbing in those shoes. Crikey, my feet hurt just watching it.



Friday night, 12:59 am.
DVD: Lethal Weapon IV

Second tanker truck exploding tonight. First one hit by biplane. Second one by flying man. Funny, the bad guy in the beginning has a full automatic, but the group uses the words “Assault Weapon.”



Friday night, 1:10 am.
DVD: Lethal Weapon IV

The four Lethal Weapon movies, completed over eleven years, have a remarkable internal structure; they retain much of the same cast throughout for even the bit parts, such as the police psychologist and Captain Murphy, not to mention the Murtaugh kids. They user similar jokes and everyone ages. I like it.



Friday night, 1:13 am.
DVD: Lethal Weapon IV

Hey, that’s the dude from Office Space as the INS agent. Can he ever play a straight role again?



Friday night, 1:15 am.
DVD: Lethal Weapon IV

Let’s not forget that Jet Li plays a bad guy in this one. Like Chuck Norris, I’m glad he’s been a good guy in his later films.



Friday night, 3:05 am.
DVD: UHF

True story: in 1989, I did some manual labor for a bar owner in Milwaukee, and for 3 days of work, I got $60. That’s three whole twenties, brother, and considering I was subsisting throughout high school on what I could earn by my wits and the dollar a day in lunch money I saved by not eating lunch, $60 was a bunch. So I had the opportunity to pick up a forty-five rpm single of M/A/R/R/S’s “Pump Up The Volume” or seeing UHF in the theater with my last $10 of the wad. I took the record because I figured UHF would be in the theaters for a while. I was wrong.

UHF was also the first, and as far as I can remember, only movie I purchased on Pay-Per-View.

It was also one of the first DVDs we bought, and it’s sat in the queue for a couple of years, but I cracked it open.

It featured Victoria Jackson at the height of her fame and Fran Drescher and Michael Richards before they were famous (which seems to have ended now), andGeneral Hospital’s Luke.

And is it me, or does Weird Al just look wrong without the glasses nowadays?



Friday night, 5:05 am.

Cripes, I’ve got to get to bed.



Saturday, 12:00 pm.

I wish I could set the alarm for later, but I’ve got a family reunion.



Saturday, 8:04 pm.

Go, Canada! If the United States can’t win the World Cup, at least it can be our plucky mascot country.

They used to be sidekicks, but they’ve stopped kicking.


Well, that’s what I did this weekend. I’d enumerate what I ate, but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t healthy. I’d enumerate what I drank, but this post is long and boring enough as it is, and I’ve got to whirl dervishly to clean this joint up before the hot woman arrives because chicks dig clean domiciles. Especially their own.

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The Most Censored Blogger in America?

Cartoonist Art Spiegelman drew some comic strips that the New Yorker magazine did not accept for publication, and now that he’s gotten his time in the bright lights of the television cameras, he’s rightfully claiming that he’s been censored.

I know how that heavy burden of oppression feels, my friends, because on many occasions, I, too have been censored by the New Yorker, as this revealing photo proves:



New Yorker rejections
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Many times, the boot of Big Publication has stood upon my neck as I have written to express my own precious personal feelings and thoughts, and I have been censored! As a matter of fact, it’s not just been the jackboot of Big Publication, but the centipede parade of Big Publication, Medium Publication, Literary and Little Publication, Regional Theatre, Literary Agents, and on occasion, Web zines.

For example, here we see the truncheon marks upon my psyche left by Bostonian brownshirts at the Atlantic Monthly:



Atlantic Monthly rejections
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You see, they have so many people to censor that they cannot afford to use a full sheet of paper! Also, the people at 666 Broadway, whose magazine I have sincerely and somewhat bitterly mocked on this very Web log, Harper’s, have crushed my first amendment rights, but at least they used a full sheet of paper:



Harper's rejection
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But it’s not just the coastal barons who’ve silenced my voice. Speer Morgan’s thugs at the Missouri Review have deprived me of my government-given right to expression at someone else’s expense:



Missouri Review rejection
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And here’s one from Gardner Dozois at Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine. Extensive documentat analysis indicates that not only has The Manditor brought me down, but he didn’t even sign the letter himself!:



Isaac Asimov Science Fiction Magazine rejection
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And the list goes on and on. Here, a gang-censorship display from Playboy, Pleiades, and Poetry:



Group rejection
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Does that make me the most censored blogger in America? The thickness of the stack might say yes



The complete book
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However, I think Art Spiegelman might answer, “No! I’m the martyr! Look at me, look AT ME!”

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But At Least They Have Lifetime Warranties

All’s quiet in International Space Stationopolis, when Look! The Cavity Creeps! the oxygen generators fail.

Not to worry, they have undoubtedly have a lifetime service and parts warranty.

The three Elektron units on board the space station are the last of their kind. The company that manufactured them has gone out of business, and the engineer who almost single-handedly made the final adjustments of flight units died several years ago. Reportedly he retained some “trade secret” about the final adjustments of the devices — and it died with him.

Uh oh. I blame the Limited Liability Company business organization.

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Undoubtedly, It’s The Expensive Version

In the video capture of the MTV interview with John Kerry that’s available at The Daily Recycler, who else noticed the yellow thing flopping around on his arm?


John Kerry's yellow bracelet

No, kids, if you snap it off, you don’t get a sexual favor. That’s a Lance Armstrong rubber band for cancer, of which Heather has one.

One has to wonder if Johnk paid $1 for the version shared by the proletariat, or if his is a special, titanium mesh, gold-plated version.

Either way, he’s sending us secret code that he’s an active sports participant.

Sorry, honey, that I ruined it for you.

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Register and Win

I don’t know how I feel about this: Vote or Not.org:

Hi. We’re Jim Young and James Hong, better known to the users of our website HOT or NOT as just “Jim and James”. You may be wondering why the heck we’re doing this, so here’s our explanation.

We want you, and every person that is eligible, to vote. This is something we feel passionate about. We know we’re just 2 guys, but we believe that 2 guys with a good idea who are willing to work hard and put their time and money where their mouths are can make a difference… just like one person’s vote – YOUR vote – can make a difference.

In a nutshell, we’re doing this because we care, and because we can. We also like the idea of doing this because nobody else has done it before, and we like to do crazy, new things.

So register to vote if you haven’t already done so, enter to win our money, and drastically improve your chances of winning by getting your friends to register too. We hope you win. (and if you do, it’d sure be nice if you took us out to dinner with some of that cash).

— Jim and James

Not about getting people to vote; that these guys have $200,000 to give away. Envy? Oh, yeah.

Of course, if you must know how I really feel, click the above link and enter. If you win, the person who referred you gets $100,000. Since you haven’t hit the tip jar recently, it’s the least you could do for me.

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No Sympathy for the Devil (II)

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch likes to milk its previous stories for all they’re worth, flogging horse skeletons to dust. For example, they recently discovered that elected fire protection boards tend to get paid lots of public money and that sometimes firefighters give the candidates whom they want to win money! Not satisfied with a multipart investigation, the Post-Dispatch carried on for weeks about the splash its story made with oversight groups and the state government; in each subsequent article, the Post-Dispatch mentioned, reluctantly and while kicking a toe shyly at the carpet that they originated the story.

But now, riffing off of the Bill McClellan column about how hard a time released felons have making it outside, the Post-Dispatch runs a story on the front page of its Sunday business page with the title Ex-convicts face a Catch-22 in job search.

Here’s the “hook” anecdote that starts the article:

Dava Rogers says she applied at all kinds of jobs for a year, from fast-food restaurants to cleaners, with no success.

On every application, once she checked “yes” to having a criminal record, that was usually the end of it, said Rogers, 42. She served six months at the City Workhouse in St. Louis after being convicted of embezzlement from a former employer. She was released in 2002, but she found work only a year ago as a counselor in transitional housing for the YWCA.

“On the first few applications, I wouldn’t check ‘yes,’ and then they would say if I explained it and didn’t lie, they could’ve hired me,” Rogers said. “When I was truthful, there was never a call back.”

Personally, I have to wonder if it’s not so much the checkbox in her case, but the If so, explain. portion of the question. I would have less trouble hiring a drug offender, a DUI person, a vandal, or any of the numerous other non-threatening felonies which continue to proliferate over someone who steals money from her employer.

I don’t hear the St. Louis Post-Dispatch championing pedophiles who want to return to their birthday party clown jobs, but I didn’t read the whole article. Undoubtedly, it’s in there somewhere.

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Book Review: Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken (2003)

I bought this book as a four books for four bucks selection from Quality Paperback Club, as the soft covers do less damage to the walls and furniture when I read, hm, opposing viewpoints. So that’s why I paid over a quarter for this book, and my bookshelves and floor appreciated the comfortable soft binding.

In spite of Al Franken’s best efforts, I learned two things from Al Franken’s book:

  1. It’s important to remember, when someone tells you something, a fact or set of facts is being relayed to you through the prism of the teller’s experience and interpretation, and your miles may vary; that is, when someone tells you something happened, remember to seek out other sources for a richer context of any event. Hey, even if you’re present. More knowledge will lead to better judgment.
  2. Al Franken is so full of excrement his hair should be brown? It is? My point, exactly!

Franken slaps around the label of liar widely. According to Franken’s definition, anyone who builds an argument by presenting any group of facts in a light to build to a conclusion, unless that conclusion is Franken-approved, it’s a LIE. Say that Walter Mondale chaired a committee that issued a report that concluded something, and you’re a LYING LIAR who tells LIES if you don’t say Mondale disagreed with the report. Got that? To avoid the LYING LIAR who tells LIES tag, which Franken would build into HTML 6.0 for his convenience, one must not only tell facts, but one must tell all facts, in all contexts.

Let’s illustrate:

Prosecutors?  

LYING LIARS who tell LIES
Defense attorneys?  

LYING LIARS who tell LIES
Debate teams?  

LYING LIARS who tell LIES
Philosophers?  

LYING LIARS who tell LIES
Grad student writing theses?  

LYING LIARS who tell LIES

You get the idea.

Franken illuminates, inadvertently but gleefully, the poison infecting our political discourse; a lack of empathy for people with other viewpoints, a recognition that perhaps we share common ground and we can discuss, even argue, our viewpoints honestly. Nah, never mind, anything with which we disagree is mendacity on the part of those with whom we disagree.

Franken likes to posit himself as an answer to Bill O’Reilly, Ann Coulter, George Bush, The National Review, Sean Hannity, and other popular commentators on the other side of the political divide. Unfortunately, he lacks one component they do: they’re arguing in good faith, even when they stoop to fire-and-brimstone rhetoric.

Franken’s book is so over the top in its own mistruths that I couldn’t stand it. Part canard, it recycles some of the basic talking points of George W. Bush’s opposition without reflection, but not without invective. In other places, it blatantly presents its own misrepresentations; I particularly disliked the imaginative “Operation Chickenhawk” chapter, which imagined a mission in Vietnam led by John Kerry featuring a platoon comprised of Republican leaders who did not serve. An underground campus literary magazine would reject the piece if submitted by a college sophomore, but since it’s Al Franken, it’s worth printing in a book? Jeez, at least Motley Crue’s filler material was sophomoric and prurient.

If pressed, undoubtedly Franken would respond that he’s a comedian, not a thinker. That’s a convenient cop-out. Sorry, Al, if you want to play, you’ve got to be subject to all the reasoned scrutiny I can muster after a couple beers. I give you an F, for Farce. Farce you.

I mean, to take this book seriously as a political statement would be like taking financial advice from Triumph the Comic Insult Dog.

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Do The Math, Poindexter

I have a good, but misguided, friend who recently laid the all about oil canard on me when discussing the fact that George W. Bush will invade Iran if re-elected, and it’s all for their oil.

Yeah, that’s a fantastic idea, Chester. Iraq and Iran, all about the oil there. Bush is diabolical enough to fight unpopular-enough wars costing billions of dollars halfway around the world to get whatever oil the freed societies will sell us, which might not be much (for example, Iraq’s oil production ain’t that much these days).

Come on, you naive people. If Bush were that evil, and if he were so Machiavellian to do anything to get his hands on the precioussss, he would:

  • Drill in ANWAR, like it or not.
    The nation’s parks and preserves have oil. Bush would just have to jail, shoot, or “disappear” hippies and environmentalist types to get to it. That’s damn cheap.

  • Depose Chavez and install a protectorate in Venezuela.
    Venezuela’s right on the other side of the Caribbean. Nice and close, with a convenient dictator-like president-sort-of to depose. Transporting the oil back to the states would be damn easy, and not subject to expensive cross-Atlantic or whatnot travel. But you know how we could make transportation cheaper? A pipeline!

  • Secure the southern border, by making it narrower–and with Guatamala and Belize.
    Our friends down south have recently discovered new off-shore oil fields which gives Mexico roughly 102 billion barrels, about as much as Iraq or Iran–and they’re much closer. We could put a couple battle groups off of either coast and push right down from Texas or do some amphibious landings in Acapulco and Cozumel.

    So we seal up the border and take care of cheap foreign labor in our auto plants by making them pay American minimum wage, and Bush gets his precioussss, not to mention retribution for the foosball drubbing Vincente Fox laid on him in early 2001. But why stop there?

  • Invade Canada.
    Those “friends” to the north are sitting on the 22nd largest oil reserve in the world and they want to put all their rocks in the sling in get-tough trade negotiations with the American Goliath. You want to talk tough? We’ve got your tough right here.

    In addition to the oil and the easy pipelines, it’s politically expedient. Big Pharma will like the end of the drug reimportation threat, Canadian hockey teams will be saved because they’ll get to charge ticket prices in US dollars, and most of Canada will enjoy our one-language policy that we’ll enforce in Quebec.

  • Nuke China.
    To preempt that threat, Bush could reduce China to rubble, thus easing other oil supplies from the burden of the Chinese industrialization and stockpiling.

So quit being lazy, Chesters, and start using your imaginations for your simpleton conspiracy theories, for crying out loud. Any one or several of the above options will provide us all the petroleum we need to ensure that no hotel room will go un-Vasolined into perpetuity.

Iraq, Iran, and our various Middle Eastern expeditions have more at stake than some precioussss oil, and I’m not going to say it again.

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Mexican Group Favors Human Sacrifice, Theocracy

Open the journalistic template of local Davids versus Wal-Mart Goliath stories for this story: Small group is fighting big-box store in Mexico. Gist:

A Wal-Mart-owned discount store rising a half-mile from the ancient temples of Teotihuacan has touched off a fight by a small coalition that doesn’t want to see the big, boxy outlet from the top of the Pyramid of the Sun.

But with most people in the area supporting Wal-Mart, the group is waging a lonely battle for what it calls its defense of Mexico’s landscape and culture.

The dispute in Teotihuacan – a town built next to the ruins of the 2,000-year-old metropolis – illustrates how the allure of low prices and U.S. lifestyles often wins out in Mexico, leaving traditionalists struggling to draw a line in rapidly shifting cultural sands.

Apparently, the group wants a return to rule-by-priests, human sacrifice, and war between the tribes in Mexico, because that’s the heritage behind the Pyramid of the Sun and other great historical sites in Mexico.

Or could there be something else?

“We’d rather not have Mickey Mouse on top of the Pyramid of the Moon,” says Emmanuel D’Herrera, a business owner in Teotihuacan, 30 miles north of Mexico City.

He’s a business owner in danger of a little competition, but so are all the traditionalists who stand to lose a little commerce of their own whenever customers have a choice.

He [D’Herrera] contends a tall sign will loom near the huge twin pyramids that draw hundreds of thousands of tourists annually, although a government-appointed archaeologist disputes that.

And while the store is visible from atop the pyramid, so are many other modern businesses and houses.

Probably D’Herrera’s, too, but we notice he’s not offering to raze his business or to spill his blood on the altar of traditionalism.

What does everyone else think about the Yanqui imperialists?

Underlining his group’s lack of support, D’Herrera said probably 70 percent of the town’s mostly poor residents support the new store because it will offer lower prices than the area’s small shops.

Damn the unwashed, uneducated masses and their thirst for civilization over an oppressive past and cheap consumer goods over sustenance farming.

Funny how the papers and media alter their support for the common man when it suits their cognac-sniffing sensibilities, ainna?

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Book Review: Never Live Twice by Dan J. Marlowe (1964, 1974)

At Hooked on Books, they have a bin of books marked Free with Purchase, so I always grab something. Once, I grabbed this book, and I have read it.

I’ve doubled the publication dates in the header because the book’s obviously an early sixties pulp novel, with its lurid cover and almost cartoonish action prose. However, sometime between editions, the “author” updated the setting a decade, changing a World War II secret agent into a Korean vet seamlessly.

Oddly enough, the book is set in Florida, much like Cancel All Our Vows, and like the other book, it features an almost textually unremarkable sexual assault, wherein the main character forces his attentions on a woman because she’s the type who needs it. By textually unremarkable, I mean that the book itself glosses over the assault as a matter of course–something reflective of the time and genre, probably.

Aside from that distasteful bit, the book’s a good romp. A wife and her brother kill the drunkard husband by sending the husband’s Cadillac into a canal when the husband’s drunk. The moment the cold water hits the husband, though, he “comes to,” thinking he’s a secret agent in a Korean river. He’s got to deal with his amnesia and to discover what’s happened in the twenty years he’s lost. Eventually, he recovers enough of his skills and his muscle tone (hidden beneath forty pounds of liquor) to break up a gun-running operation.

It’s easy reading, action movies in 60,000 words, and I ate books like this up when I was in high school. Perhaps that’s why I grew up misogynistic, my sensitivity destroyed by these books like the Greatest Generation and early boomers, who currently tut-tut hip-hop music for how it depicts women.

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