This was the anthem of all us disaffected teens in the early 70s and we had no idea why, it just was, somehow. We hadn’t a clue what it was actually about, we just figured it was about all us shambling young and clueless dudes and dudettes, and it meant, well, who knows. Whatever. Metaphors […]
Watched Downstairs last night, from 1932, in which John Gilbert is incredibly convincing as a vile, thieving, conniving lowlife of a chauffeur with no redeeming virtues whatsoever. Weird choice of role for a leading man with a career on the rocks, weirder still that he’d written the story himself and wanted to do it so […]
As you did, no doubt, I got this postcard in the mail with the government’s advice on dealing with this thing. Pretty basic stuff; wash your hands, etc. Fine. What infuriated me, much more so than more important things, was the fact that it was called PRESIDENT TRUMP’S advice to Americans (or some such wording; I forget the exact phrase, and we tore the damn thing to shreds as soon as we got it.) Not the CDC’s advice, which was exactly what it was, but PRESIDENT TRUMP’S, as if he had come up with all this stuff out of his very stable genius mind all by himself. I can just picture the CDC being told to make sure his name was in big letters on the front of the postcard. It was this act of petty egoism that really got under my skin.
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