“BRICK: Well, they say nature hates a vacuum, Big Daddy.
BIG DADDY: That’s what they say, but sometimes I think that a vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.”
Tennessee Williams 1911-83: “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” (1955)
Imagine the bottom of the ocean? Consider how it might be described? If it seems an oceanic task, that’s because the sublime nature of a thing like the ocean, sun, or moon, defies explanation. It is, in a word, ineffable. Now consider Times reporter, Andrew Downie’s, succinct description of the ocean’s bottom off the coast of Brazil just north of the Equator: “The ocean floor there is a tangle of mountains towering two miles above ocean valleys.” Our awesome fear at the thought of watery black depths, uncharted as space, lies at the heart of our fascination with such mysteries as those of the Cyclops, Enchantress, and Avengers Flight 19. The unplumbed depths reflect our worst fears of never being found: “The batteries on the ‘pingers,’ little electronic noisemakers stuck to the sides of the flight data recorder, will start to wear down in about three weeks, and slowly fade to silence.”
We need to hold a benefit for the Wichita chapter of the anti-abortion outfit, Operation Rescue. There’s nowhere left for them to protest. They’ve lost their mojo. Absent the raison d’etre of their hate filled cottage industry, poor Troy Newman, president of Operation Rescue, might have to find a real job. A spokesman for
OP had this to say, “Woe is us, when one of our own shoots the golden goose. Sure the baby killer belongs in hell, but that doesn’t mean we wanted his landing there to cause Tiller’s clinic to close.” Upon hearing this, a tearful Mr. Newman condemned Tiller’s murderer, not for executing the death sentence Newman believes every abortion doctor so richly deserves, but for jeopardizing his own ill-gotten income: “This idiot did more to damage the pro-life movement than you can imagine.” Which is really code for the unspoken fear the hearts of people like Randall Terry and Troy Newman harbor: that the public might finally sicken at the idea of young women in crisis being under siege by a male-directed fanatical group bent on controlling the reproductive rights of women.
Some thoughts on housing the terrorists at Marquette State Prison: Folks it’s not just the shot in the arm it will bring the Correctional industry in Marquette, it’s also the celebrity that notoriety brings. I can see it now, “Harold and Kumar: Escape from Carp River.”
But wait a minute, wait just a cottonpickin minute, what about the visitors it’s gonna bring our fair city. Think of it folks, nests of insurgents cropping up in Sands and Slapneck. Next thing you know, they’ll be flying over on those magic carpets and showering us with poisoned couscous. The horror! On the other hand, the venerable (there’s that word again) John Engler, my personal hero, is the author of this plan. Yes, I know, “Yellow Belly” Levin supports the idea. But that’s okay, even a blind squirrel finds the occasional nut.
A lot of you out there are rightfully concerned that they’re closing Shingleton and Kincheloe. But no worries, we’re not gonna run out of prisoners. To quote a Department of Corrections spokesman, Russ Marlan, from an Ann Arbor News editorial (6/4/09), “The state, which is aiming to reduce the inmate population and close some prisons this year, already is advertising space to other states and the Justice Department.” Let me get this straight, the state is set to house less inmates, thus reducing employment, while at the same time selling space that outsiders might profit from; really, because we all know the phrase, “other states,” is just a euphemism for bringing in privatized correctional firms.
Lastly, there’s
absolutely no truth to the rumor that the 20th hijacker is John Belu
shi’s long lost twin brother.
PS: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT BLOG. IT WILL (I hope) DISPLAY THE MCGOOSTOCK ’09 POSTER
BIG DADDY: That’s what they say, but sometimes I think that a vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.”
Tennessee Williams 1911-83: “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” (1955)
Imagine the bottom of the ocean? Consider how it might be described? If it seems an oceanic task, that’s because the sublime nature of a thing like the ocean, sun, or moon, defies explanation. It is, in a word, ineffable. Now consider Times reporter, Andrew Downie’s, succinct description of the ocean’s bottom off the coast of Brazil just north of the Equator: “The ocean floor there is a tangle of mountains towering two miles above ocean valleys.” Our awesome fear at the thought of watery black depths, uncharted as space, lies at the heart of our fascination with such mysteries as those of the Cyclops, Enchantress, and Avengers Flight 19. The unplumbed depths reflect our worst fears of never being found: “The batteries on the ‘pingers,’ little electronic noisemakers stuck to the sides of the flight data recorder, will start to wear down in about three weeks, and slowly fade to silence.”
We need to hold a benefit for the Wichita chapter of the anti-abortion outfit, Operation Rescue. There’s nowhere left for them to protest. They’ve lost their mojo. Absent the raison d’etre of their hate filled cottage industry, poor Troy Newman, president of Operation Rescue, might have to find a real job. A spokesman for
OP had this to say, “Woe is us, when one of our own shoots the golden goose. Sure the baby killer belongs in hell, but that doesn’t mean we wanted his landing there to cause Tiller’s clinic to close.” Upon hearing this, a tearful Mr. Newman condemned Tiller’s murderer, not for executing the death sentence Newman believes every abortion doctor so richly deserves, but for jeopardizing his own ill-gotten income: “This idiot did more to damage the pro-life movement than you can imagine.” Which is really code for the unspoken fear the hearts of people like Randall Terry and Troy Newman harbor: that the public might finally sicken at the idea of young women in crisis being under siege by a male-directed fanatical group bent on controlling the reproductive rights of women.Some thoughts on housing the terrorists at Marquette State Prison: Folks it’s not just the shot in the arm it will bring the Correctional industry in Marquette, it’s also the celebrity that notoriety brings. I can see it now, “Harold and Kumar: Escape from Carp River.”
But wait a minute, wait just a cottonpickin minute, what about the visitors it’s gonna bring our fair city. Think of it folks, nests of insurgents cropping up in Sands and Slapneck. Next thing you know, they’ll be flying over on those magic carpets and showering us with poisoned couscous. The horror! On the other hand, the venerable (there’s that word again) John Engler, my personal hero, is the author of this plan. Yes, I know, “Yellow Belly” Levin supports the idea. But that’s okay, even a blind squirrel finds the occasional nut.
A lot of you out there are rightfully concerned that they’re closing Shingleton and Kincheloe. But no worries, we’re not gonna run out of prisoners. To quote a Department of Corrections spokesman, Russ Marlan, from an Ann Arbor News editorial (6/4/09), “The state, which is aiming to reduce the inmate population and close some prisons this year, already is advertising space to other states and the Justice Department.” Let me get this straight, the state is set to house less inmates, thus reducing employment, while at the same time selling space that outsiders might profit from; really, because we all know the phrase, “other states,” is just a euphemism for bringing in privatized correctional firms.
Lastly, there’s
absolutely no truth to the rumor that the 20th hijacker is John Belu
shi’s long lost twin brother.PS: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT BLOG. IT WILL (I hope) DISPLAY THE MCGOOSTOCK ’09 POSTER
-- Randall
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