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THE OTHER SIDE
OF LIFE

elcome to the Other Side of Life. The ‘flip’ side, as we
call it. That is ‘flip’ as in facetious and superficial. Some, however, would say that this is the real world. This is reality as we know it; not the airy fairy inner-spirit stuff you hear these demented hippies talking about. Life is a used condom, a pool of vomit, a greasy burger wrapper and a mayonnaise slick along which we slide towards . . . ? Fulfilment or degradation, decadence and a good night out?
..It is fine to describe reality as a bright and glowing experience but we know that real reality -- hardcore reality -- is not like that. The reality that surrounds us is far from bright and glowing. It is a smutty, grubby, tacky, sleazy and gross experience. But don’t we all love it?
...So it is time for us to get real. Shrugging off the monk’s habit (well, it is better than biting your nails and you do get to meet such a nice class of nun,) emerging from behind the slightly soiled facade of an out-of-control multiple personality syndrome, tearing off the mask of responsibility and flipping open the raincoat of respectability -- we reveal ourselves for what we really are. Raddled, warty, wrinkled and wicked, bent, twisted and pushed out of shape by life's experiences, calloused and blistered by unfulfilled strivings for superficial satisfaction, eaten away by acid tongues and infinite rejections. Alienated and alone, we are the pictures in Dorian Grey’s attic. We are the My Hyde of Coffeehouse Culture, the Lurker at the Gates of Doom, the Great Shadow that covers the land.
....Gone are the positive attitudes, the higher vision, the intellectual substance. The quiet and gentle tone is replaced by a sharper, more abrasive one. The words, too, are different. Born in inferiority, nurtured in failure and aged in the bitter acid of experience, they are of the real world. Sarcasm, cynicism and spite. These three ‘s’ words, as George Dubya Bush might say, are the words that describe the world that is our common (and we mean common) experience.
...But, hey, what about some of the other aspects of this wonderful world. What happened to drugs, sex and rock ‘n’ roll? What about the vulgarity, the put-downs, the sick jokes and the bad taste? Although -- of course -- we found them hideous, abhorrent and unacceptable, they did make life a colourful experience. They gave it a texture (not unlike a Jackson Pollack painting in yellow ochre with red and orange highlights,) a spicy piquancy that burned the mouth, destroyed the palate, produced a lot of wind, gave one diarrhoea that came out like a blowtorch but was irresistible anyway. Where have all those fine things gone?
...Eaten alive by political correctness, is the answer. And, okay, it is nice to be nice to the disadvantaged. It is never to one's credit (although it is great fun) to draw attention to the deficiencies of others. Political correctness removes the divisions from society and makes us all the same -- bland, uninteresting, nice but boring. So what’s wrong with getting vicarious satisfaction from the very things that make one feel superior? Who says it is selfish and insensitive to score points off other people’s deficiencies? What is the point of being one of the ‘haves’ if you cannot put-down the ‘have-nots?’ Life is a hierarchical experience, and it is incumbent on those at the top to make the most of their elevated position by making those below them feel as small as possible. Thus it has always been and thus it should stay.
...It is, after all, only honest. And honesty is something we can get behind without the complication of conflict or complaint. Political correctness, of course, is not honest. It makes no secret of its dishonesty, however. All is revealed in that killer word political.’ When was the last time you encountered the words ‘honesty’ and political’ in even the same hemisphere?
...So this is where we get honest. And as the title suggests, no one is spared. If you are a member of any minority group; indeed, if you are a member of the human race, there is something here to offend you. But if you have half a brain and all your bits, this is going to make you feel really good. And, if you don’t. Well, better luck next time.
...If you have been impressed by the mild mannered, restrained and tasteful tone of the previous pages of this publication, you are going to be appalled by the ill mannered, intemperate and disgustingly bad taste that is exercised with such abandon on these few pages. But at least you are going to think we are humans beings.
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CUNNING STUNTS
To err is human, to Doh! is Homer Simpson and to screw-up
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As we scale the slopes of technological development and
intellectual endeavour, as we bend and shape the laws of
nature to our own design, as we demonstrate our position
at the top of the evolutionary tree (by hanging on by our
opposing thumbs), isn't it nice to be reminded that we are
but human? It may be no more than a statement of fact
but it is the best excuse we have

THE DARWIN AWARDS --
..................FOR THE DEAD SUCCESSFUL

amed after Charles Darwin, the inventor of evolution, the
Darwin Awards are like no other award scheme --- ever. Known
as ‘The Tossers’ Oscars,’ the Darwin Awards are the Golden
Globes of stupidity, ineptitude and sheer bad luck. Presented annually
to those who made their contribution to world evolution by removing
themselves from the gene pool in the most spectacularly stupid
fashion, the Darwin Awards are the world's first acknowledgement of
the unsuspecting pioneers of euthanasia who have led the race to top
themselves before it is even legal. Although the nominees never get to
see their awards -- they are, of course, awarded posthumously --
many cannot resist the lure of fame, fortune and a funeral.
...Death comes creeping, leaping, sneaking, falling on you from a high
place but it comes. In the case of Philippino ’plane highjacker,
Augusto, it was the last one that got him. Boarding a flight in Davao
City heading for Manila, Augusto thought he had a cunning scam lined
up. When the aircraft was in the air, he donned a ski mask and
swimming goggles, produced a gun and a hand grenade and
implemented his plan. He demanded that the aircraft return to Davao
City but the pilots convinced him that there was insufficient fuel.
Undaunted he robbed the passengers of around $25,000 worth of
money and trinkets. He then demanded that the pilots take the ‘plane
down to an altitude of 6,500 feet. When the correct altitude was
reached, Augusto strapped on a home-made parachute and
demanded that the flight attendants open the door and depressurise
the cabin. So far so good but -- oh dear -- here comes the first hitch:
the wind was so strong that he could not launch himself from the
open door. It took the push of an accommodating flight attendant to
get him on his way. As he left, he removed the pin from the grenade
and tossed it into the cabin. Ooopps! Hitch number two. With the
business end of the grenade still in his hands, he could not open his
parachute. As he plummeted towards the earth he had the good
sense to toss the grenade but his parachute was a lost cause; he
was moving too fast for it to have any effect. Augusto was one of the
winners of the 2000 Awards.
...Death by air came, also, to three cheeky Brazilians. The three
Brazilian men were flying in a light aircraft at low altitude when another
plane approached. It appears that they decided to moon the occup-
ants of the other plane, but lost control of their own aircraft and
crashed. They were all found dead in the wreckage with their pants
around their ankles.
...Drugs kill,’ and that’s the truuuuth!. They certainly killed off a couple
of other winners of the Darwin Awards in the year 2000. It was a hot
night in South Carolina and Patricia and her boyfriend had been
partying on marijuana and booze. Deciding they needed a little fresh
air they climbed onto the roof of the inn in which they had a room. Tak-
ing pillows and blankets with them, they hopped over a guard rail and bedded down under the stars. Apparently Patricia was sound asleep when, just before dawn, she slid off the roof and fell to her death on the street below. When the police arrived, they found the boyfriend still sleeping on the roof. He lost his early morning erection when they told him the news.
...It was January in Ohio and the mercury was way down when the
Los Angeles Police Department got in touch with the state police to
seek their assistance in locating a missing truck driver and his load of
broccoli. When the stalled truck was found four days later with an
empty gas tank, there was no sign of the driver. When the truck had
been thawed out and refuelled, it was found to have no mechanical
problems. But the whereabouts of the driver remained a problem. The
police were particularly keen to return his personal effects to him but
probably not the seven bricks of marijuana that were among them. It
was only when they started to move the load of broccoli they found
him. As the pallets of broccoli were removed, they revealed two feet.
When the rest of the pallets were removed into the freezing Ohio
winter, the driver’s body was revealed. He was standing upside down
like a human popsicle in middle of the truck attached to the floor by
his frozen hair. Although it took a number of space heaters before he
could be detached from the floor, the still frozen corpse had to be
turned on its side to get it into the rescue vehicle due to a icy arm that
wouldn’t fit in the door. Further examination of the pallets of broccoli
revealed a stash of cocaine. It seems that the driver was trying to
retrieve the coke from among the pallets when he knocked himself
unconscious and rapidly succumbed to hypothermia in the sub-zero
temperatures.

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GRIEVIOUS BODILY KARMA

Not all misfortunes end in death. Some merely end in pain and injury. So it could be worse. Karma is something you just can’t beat.

...With his wife busy in the kitchen a Californian man was working on his motorcycle on his patio. He was racing the engine of the bike when it accidentally slipped into gear. Making an instinctive grab for the bike, the man was dragged through the glass patio doors and ended up a crumpled and bloody heap in the middle of the parquet flooring.

...Hearing the crash, his wife ran into the dining room to find her husband lying on the floor with the leaking the motorcycle lying next to him. Cut and bleeding he was surrounded by the shattered patio doors. The wife ran to the phone and summoned the ambulance.

...As they lived on a large hill, the house was approached up several flights of steps and getting the stretcher and injured man down to the ambulance was not easy. Having seen her husband -- who was clearly not badly hurt -- on his way to the hospital the wife returned to the flat where she righted the motorcycle and wheeled it outside. Noticing that the bike had leaked gasoline onto the floor, she got some paper towels to blot up the gas. When she had done, she threw the towels down the toilet.

...The man was treated for minor cuts and bruises and released from the hospital. Arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio doors and the damage done to his motorcycle and he became despondent and depressed. Retiring to the bathroom he sat down on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped it between his legs into the toilet bowl.

...Again in the ktichen, his wife heard the loud explosion and her husband screaming and came running. Entering the bathroom she found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of his legs, and his groin.

...Again she ran to the phone to call the ambulance. The very same paramedic crew that had collected her husband after the first accident turned up again. The paramedics loaded the husband onto the stretcher and began carrying him to the street with his wife by his side. On the way down the steps to the street, one of the paramedics asked the wife how her husband had burned himself. When she told them,the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them slipped and tipped the stretcher, dumping the husband out. He fell down the remaining stairs and broke his arm.

...It is those small domestic mistakes that cost us so much. Consider the tale of the woman who came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Until that moment he had been happily listening to his Walkman

...Finally, a cautionary tale for all women. A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly so that she could study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her with an axe leaving her mentally retarded.
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. ...Although drugs might kill, as we all know (or ought to) it is guns and
knives that do the real business. A gun certainly did it for our favourite
Award winner of the year. It was in Houston, Texas that nineteen year-
old, Rasheed, made his successful bid for a Darwin. Deciding he
would impress his friends, he played Russian roulette -- with a semi-
automatic pistol. He was not aware that a semi-automatic inserts a
shell into the firing chamber when it is cocked.
...In Dover Township, New Jersey “Andrew” and his fiancée were
living together with their six children when an argument erupted over
chocolate cake icing. On 13 March, Andrew accused his ten-year-old
son of taking the missing container, and the two became embroiled
in a heated disagreement. Andrew took the boy out to the garage for
a private discussion, and there the conversation became even more
emotional. Then the man made his fatal mistake. He handed a five-
inch kitchen knife to his angry son, and challenged the boy to stab
him if he hated him so much. The boy put the knife down, but Andrew
picked it up and placed it in his hand again. In the heat of the moment
the outraged boy took him up on the offer and plunged the knife into
his chest. Although he had offered his chest as a target, the deadly
blow happened so fast that Andrew could not stop it. Pronounced
dead at the Community Medical Centre, his last words were "Would
you believe the kid did that?" The fourth grader, charged with man-
slaughter and illegal possession of a weapon, faces up to three years
imprisonment. But Ocean County prosecutor E. David Millard said it
was unlikely that he would serve jail time, as the boy had been
provoked.
...Although guns and knives and drugs will do it, for most us it is
something more prosaic that is gonna kill most of us -- work. Safety
in the workplace is a fairly redundant phrase for our last two year
2000 Award winners. It is Maine in March and the owner of the Carrier
Chipping Company was having problems with his largest chipping
machine, affectionately known as ‘The Hog.’ Designed to take logs up
to 24 inches in diameter and reduce them to 3/4” chips in a matter of
seconds, ‘The Hog’ had had a bad day. And, with his employees
working late to try to make up time lost during earlier machine
malfunctions, it jammed again. Breaking all the safety rules, the
owner climbed along the conveyor belt and used a rake to break up
the jam in the chute. Unfortunately, he did not bother to turn off the
giant machine before doing do. With the chute clear, the conveyor
belt started to work and the owner was next up for chipping. After
passing through the machine, the poor fellow was in such a pureed
state that in order to get a positive ID they needed to test his DNA
...Probably one of the most meaningful safety videos ever was made
by the owner of a machinery and equipment training school in Perth,
Australia. The 52-year old trainer was filming a folklift safety video
during which he violated a number of basic safety rules. Speeding
over uneven terrain and not wearing his seat belt, the stunning climax
of the video shows the trainer being thrown from the vehicle to his
death. As safety demonstrations go, it was very successful
...Death in the workplace was one of the features of the 2001 Awards
with one of the winners setting an explosive example of high level
stupidity. An assistant plant manager of Blackridge Emulsions went
out with a bang when he used an acetylene torch to cut a hole in a
10,000 gallon tank of asphalt emulsion to see how much was in there.
His need was clearly desperate because his attention was twice
drawn to the large warning on the sides of the tank stating that the
contents were combustible but he chose to carry on regardless. The
resulting explosion spread him (thinly) over an area 93 feet in
diameter.
...Death does not have to be messy. It can be very neat and compact.
Thus it was for Tennessee freshman, 19-year-old, Wesley. Hanging
around a vacant library one night with seven of his friends, they
thought they would liven up the evening by exiting the library via what
they thought was a laundry chute. Although ‘library’ and ‘laundry chute’
may start with the same letter they are very rarely found in the real
world in close proximity to each other. That, however, did not occur
to the students. First down was Wesley. He had a thrilling three storey
slide before being crushed to death by the garbage compactor at the
bottom of the chute. The other students decided not to follow him.
...One of the great rules that life has to teach us is learn from your
mistakes (or, as in the case of the students above, from those of
others.) It forgets, however, to add the phrase ‘Or else” at the end of
the lesson. It would have been a good idea if Brandon, 21, had learnt
the lesson. He was killed on his way to face charges of reckless
driving, speeding and driving without a seat belt when he lost control
of his vehicle. Crossing the centre reservation on Interstate 64 in
Virginia, Brandon’s Hyundai collided with a truck pulling a flatbed
trailer bearing three cars. Brandon was, once again, not wearing his
seat belt and was thrown from the car to his death.
...Another poor learner was Justin of North Carolina. He had been in
a coma for 18 days after a failure to wear his seat belt resulted in him
being ejected from the window of his car when it crashed at 90 mph.
He recovered but it was only a year later that he had a more success-
ful attempt at doing away with himself. Travelling in a friend’s car,
again minus seat belt, he must have had a distinct feeling of deja vu as
he flew through the air for a second time. Thrown through the window
when the vehicle careered off the road, this time the coma was
permanent.
...More unusual in the car death arena was the demise of a California
man who tried to stop his car running away down an incline on the
edge of a reservoir near Fresno. Just like in the movies, he tried to
stop the runaway vehicle physically, Unfortunately an irresistible force
met a very moveable object. The car pushed the man ahead of it into
the reservoir, pinning him beneath the water where he drowned.
...Fresnovians are not the only ones who can find their cars and
themselves in deep water. When 32-year-old, Karla, fell asleep at the
wheel of her BMW 328 and ended up in a canal, she didn’t panic.
She simply dialled 911 on her cell ‘phone. Having explained her
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or open her door. She refused, saying: “If I do that the water is going
to come in!” With that she hung up. It is a shame poor Karla was too
arrogant to follow the advice she had been given. It would have saved
her life. The first thing to do if you happen to find you and your car in
water is to wind down the windows. Once the car is even slightly
submerged, it becomes impossible to open the doors and the
windows are the only escape route. It is important to act fast because
the first thing the water hits is the car’s electrical system, which
powers the windows. Get there before the water does, is the first rule.
Had she followed the advice, Karla, who was a strong swimmer,
could have easily paddled to safety.
...Some have life-threatening situations thrust upon them and some
. . . . well . . . you know. The Guinness Book of Records lists Baldwin
Street in Dunedin, New Zealand as the steepest urban incline in the
world. It was down this awesome slope that student Ana and a friend
decided they would make their own bid for a place in the record book.
And how would they do it? You guessed it -- in a two-wheeled rubbish
bin. Climbing aboard their smelly vehicle, they launched themselves
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WAS SEALED
It is not just people who suffer from Mother Nature’s merciless sense of humour. The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view of the crowd, a killer whale ate them both.
. down the incline. Moving like a bat out of hell and making as much
noise as Meatloaf (eating,) their bid for fame ended when the bin
slammed into a trailer. Ana was killed instantly and her friend suffered
severe head injuries. As it says in on the Darwin Awards web site:
“Their feat did not make it into the Guinness Book of Records as the
top speed of a rubbish bin is unknown.’
...And, finally, one from Egypt that had us all declaring: “What the
flock!” Police were baffled when the body of a 20-year-old Bedouin
shepherd, Mochtar, was found shot in the middle of the desert. The
culprit was found to be one of his sheep and, of course, his own
stupidly. He had fallen asleep with his gun’s safety catch off and one
of his flock had trodden on the trigger. “The sheep’ we are told, ‘has
been sentenced to ewethenasia.’

BURNING BUSH --
..............A'MISUNDERESTIMATED' MAN

o tribute to human intelligence would be complete without
something about George Dubya Bush, President of the
United States of America. Diplomat, humanitarian,
peacemaker, social reformer and all round nice guy are
among the many things we will not be saying about Mr Bush. He is a
Texan, after all.
...Although some may regard George Dubya Bush as an imbecile
and general dingbat we believe that the reverse is true. His intellig-
ence is at such a high level that it is beyond our understanding. That
so much of what he says seems to be illiterate, inarticulate, uneduc-
ated, ill-informed, unknowledgeable, garbled or just plain stupid, is
merely a ruse to lull us into a false sense of insecurity. So subtle is
his game that few can see through it. And almost no one can see
through it sufficiently to appreciate the wit, wisdom and wacky hum-
our that underwrites his declarations. George Dubya Bush is no less
than a cunning Moriarty who is lulling us into a false sense of paranoia
by playing the fool.
...What we will be do-
ing is giving credit
where it is due. We
shall certainly be giv-
ing him all the credit
that is due to him for
his massive contri-
bution to the English
language. Few have
made a contribution
in the field of creative
language use as
George Dubya. Few
have taken the langu-
age further (into
oblivion.) We will also
be paying tribute to his
fine and penetrating
mind, his incisive wit
and intellectual focus and his manful manipulation of the confusion
factor. With a couple of pictures of Mr Bush at his best, we will wind-
up this unrestrained tribute with a pictorial essay showing the contri-
bution he has made in the field of primate research.
...It is quite hard to separate Mr Bush’s wonderful use of language
from his incredible ability not only to confuse but to appear confused
himself. What is clear is the great contribution he has made to
language in not only giving it some of its most alluring new words
but also by using it in a creative and poetic fashion. Amazingly, until
Mr Bush, such words as ‘misunderestimated,’ ‘uninalienable,’
‘embetterment,’ ‘nuanced,’ ‘subliminable,’ ‘hopefuller’ and ‘hispanic-
ally’ did not exist.

..."They misunderestimated me." Bentonville, Ark., Nov. 6, 2000

..."We hold dear what our Declaration of Independence says, that
...all have got uninalienable rights, endowed by a Creator."
...May 24, 2002, to community and religious leaders in Moscow

..."The federal government and the state government must not fear
...programs who change lives, but must welcome those faith-based
...programs for the embetterment of mankind."
...Stockton, Calif., Aug. 23, 2002

...You saw the president yesterday. I thought he was very forward-
...leaning, as they say in diplomatic nuanced circles." July 23, 2001,
...referring to his meeting with Russian President Vladimir Putin

..."I don't think we need to be subliminable about the differences
...between our views on prescription drugs." Orlando, Fla., Sept. 12,
...2000

..."The idea of putting subliminable messages into ads is ridiculous."
...Sept. 2000

..."I want it to be said that the Bush administration was a results-
...oriented administration, because I believe the results of focusing
...our attention and energy on teaching children to read and having
...an education system that's responsive to the child and to the
...parents, as opposed to mired in a system that refuses to change,
...will make America what we want it to be — a more literate country
...and a hopefuller country." Jan. 11, 2001

..."A lot of times in the rhetoric, people forget the facts. And the facts
...are that thousands of small businesses — Hispanically owned or
...otherwise — pay taxes at the highest marginal rate."
...March 19, 2001, speaking to the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce

...While he has given us some new words he has taken away some
from other languages: As Bush told UK Premier, Tony Blah, when

they were discussing the decline of the French economy: “The prob-
lem with the French is that they don't have a word for entrepreneur.”
...It is, however, in his beautifully poetic use of existing words and in
his consummate wordplay that G. Dubya really shines. Here are
some examples:

..."What I am against is quotas. I am against hard quotas, quotas
...they basically delineate based upon whatever. However they
...delineate, quotas, I think vulcanize society. So I don't know how
...that fits into what everybody else is saying, their relative positions,
...but that's my position.'' as quoted by Molly Ivins, the San Francisco
...Chronicle, Jan. 21, 2000

TIPPING THE SCALES
the best Bush/Gore joke


At a press conference today, Tipper Gore announced that she's going back on the campaign trail with her husband, former Vice President Al Gore.

"To prepare myself," she said, "I have shaved off all of my pubic hair. From now until the election, I shall sit on the stage with the former Vice President and may occasionally flash the audience. This will send a very strong message to America."

"And, what is that message?" asked aston-ished reporters at this rather startling announcement.

To which Tipper replied: "Read my lips -- no more Bush."

..."I thought how proud I
am to be standing up
beside my dad. Never
did it occur to me that
he would become the
gist for cartoonists."
...Newsweek, Feb. 28,
2000

..."Families is where
our nation finds hope,
where wings take
dream." LaCrosse,
Wis., Oct. 18, 2000

..."I am mindful not
only of preserving
executive powers for
myself, but for my
predecessors as well."
Washington, D.C.,
Jan. 29, 2001

..."Well, I think if you say
...you're going to do something and don't do it, that's trustworthiness."
...in a CNN online chat, Aug. 30, 2000

..."It was just inebriating what Midland was all about then." reflecting
...in 1994 about growing up in Midland, Texas

..."There's no question that the minute I got elected, the storm clouds
...on the horizon were getting nearly directly overhead." May 11, 2001

..."Will the highways
on the Internet be-
come more few?"
Concord, N.H., Jan.
29, 2000

..."If the terriers and
bariffs are torn down, this economy will grow." Jan. 2000

..."Our priorities is our
faith." Greensboro,
N.C., Oct. 10, 2000

..."I promise you I will
listen to what has been
said here, even though
I wasn't here." speak-
...ing at the President's Economic Forum in Waco, Texas, Aug. 13,
...2002

..."The fact that he relies on facts — says things that are not factual —
...are going to undermine his campaign." speaking about Al Gore,
...New York Times, March 4, 2000

..."Unfairly but truthfully, our party has been tagged as being against
...things. Anti-immigrant, for example. And we're not a party of anti-
...immigrants. Quite the opposite. We're a party that welcomes people."
. .
Cleveland, July 1, 2000

..."Laura and I are proud to call John and Michelle Engler our friends.
...I know you're proud to call him governor. What a good man the
...Englers are." Nov. 2000

..."The law I sign today directs new funds and new focus to the task
...of collecting vital intelligence on terrorist threats and on weapons
...of mass production." Washington, D.C., Nov. 27, 2002

..."One of the common denominators I have found is that expectat-
...ions rise above that which is expected." Los Angeles, Sept. 27,
...2000

..."There's no cave deep enough for America, or dark enough to hide."
...Oklahoma City, Aug. 29, 2002

...Redefining the role of the United States from enablers to keep
...the peace to enablers to keep the peace from peacekeepers is
...going to be an assignment." Jan. 14, 2001

...When Iraq is liberated, you will be treated, tried and persecuted
...as a war criminal." Washington, D.C., Jan. 22, 2003

..."I think we agree, the past is over." on his meeting with John
...McCain, Dallas Morning News, May 10, 2000

..."See, we love — we love freedom. That's what they didn't under-
...stand. They hate things; we love things. They act out of hatred; we
...don't seek revenge, we seek justice out of love." Oklahoma City,
...Aug. 29, 2000

...As we said earlier, it is difficult to separate the wit from the wisdom and the confused from the confusion. The sparkling gem-like quality of G. Dubya’s incisive and satiric wit sometimes gets muddied in what appears to be confusion or even stupidity. But do not be fooled, behind the bumbling and the stumbling it is a true fool that is doing the fooling.

..."I couldn't imagine somebody like Osama bin Laden understand-
...ing the joy of Hanukkah." at a White House Menorah lighting cere-
...mony, Washington, D.C., Dec. 10, 2001

..."You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a
...literacy test.'' Feb. 21, 2001

..."The most important job is not to be governor, or first lady in my
...case." Pella, Iowa, as quoted by the San Antonio Express-News,
...Jan. 30, 2000

..."It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it." ...Reuters, May
...5, 2000

..."I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully." Saginaw,
...Mich., Sept. 29, 2000

..."I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family." Greater
...Nashua, N.H. Chamber of Commerce, Jan. 27, 2000

..."They want the federal government controlling Social Security like
...it's some kind of federal program." Nov. 2, 2000

..."I was proud the other day when both Republicans and Democrats
...stood with me in the Rose Garden to announce their support for a
...clear statement of purpose: you disarm, or we will."
...speaking about Saddam Hussein, Manchester, N.H., Oct. 5, 2002

And that final pithy one-liner:

..."It is white." when asked by a child in Britain what the White House
...was like, July 19, 2001

...Concentrating on the fun side of Mr Bush is all very well. It would, however, be remiss to ignore the more serious side of this world leader, senior statesman and (as he would probably say himself) roll model. As he steers the course of world affairs, it is vital that he is totally informed about international matters, has a complete grasp of the dynamics involved and has his fig biscuit on the pulse of national and world reaction.

..."Do you have blacks, too?" to Brazilian President Fernando
...Cardoso, Nov. 8, 2001

..."My trip to Asia begins here in Japan for an important reason. It
...begins here because for a century and a half now, America and
...Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of
...modern times.” (Except for during World War II) “From that alliance
...has come an era of peace in the Pacific." (But not during World
...War II) Tokyo, Feb. 18, 2002

..."We spent a lot of time talking about Africa, as we should. Africa
...is a nation that suffers from incredible disease." at a news
...conference in Europe, June 14, 2001

..."I do remain confident in Linda. She'll make a fine labor secret-
...ary. From what I've read in the press accounts, she's perfectly
...qualified." commenting on Linda Chavez, Jan. 8, 2001

..."My administration has been calling upon all the leaders in the —
...in the Middle East to do everything they can to stop the violence,
...to tell the different parties involved that peace will never happen."
...Crawford, Texas, Aug, 13, 2001

..."I understand that the unrest in the Middle East creates unrest
....throughout the region." Washington, D.C., March 13, 2002

...And where, you might ask, does this intellectual dynamo get his information -- apart from through the auspices of the US Intelligence Service?

..."One of the great things about books is sometimes there are
...some fantastic pictures."

...Finally in this fulsome tribute, we must honour G. Dubya’s greatest skill -- his ability to confuse. As you read the quotes below, it might seem like he is the one who is confused. Think again. It is you who is the confused one. Isn’t it?

..."That's a chapter, the last chapter of the 20th, 20th, the 21st
...century that most of us would rather forget. The last chapter of
...the 20th century. This is the first chapter of the 21st century. "on
...the Monica Lewinsky scandal, Arlington Heights, Ill., Oct. 24, 2000

..."And so, in my State of the — my State of the Union — or state
...— my speech to the nation, whatever you want to call it, speech
...to the nation — I asked Americans to give 4,000 years — 4,000
...hours over the next — the rest of your life — of service to America.
...That's what I asked — 4,000 hours." ...Bridgeport, Conn., April 9,
...2002

..."I think the American people — I hope the American — I don't think,
...let me — I hope the American people trust me."
...Washington, D.C., Dec. 18, 2002

......"I'm a patient man. And when I say I'm a patient man, I mean
...I'm a patient man. Nothing he [Saddam Hussein] has done has
...convinced me — I'm confident the Secretary of Defense — that
...he is the kind of fellow that is willing to forgo weapons of mass
...destruction, is willing to be a peaceful neighbour, that is — will
...honour the people — the Iraqi people of all stripes, will — values
...human life. He hasn't convinced me, nor has he convinced my
...administration." Crawford, Texas, Aug. 21, 2002

...There's a lot of people in the Middle East who are desirous to
...get into the Mitchell process. And — but first things first. The —
...these terrorist acts and, you know, the responses have got to
...end in order for us to get the framework — the groundwork —
...not framework, the groundwork to discuss a framework for peace,
...to lay the — all right." referring to former Sen. George Mitchell's
...report on Middle East peace, Crawford, Texas, Aug. 13, 2001

..."We are fully committed to working with both sides to bring the level
...of terror down to an acceptable level for both." after a meeting with
...congressional leaders, Washington, D.C., Oct. 2, 2001

..."Well, it's an unimaginable honour to be the president during the
...Fourth of July of this country. It means what these words say, for
...starters. The great inalienable rights of our country. We're blessed
...with such values in America. And I — it's — I'm a proud man to be
...the nation based upon such wonderful values." visiting the Jefferson
...Memorial, Washington, D.C., July 2, 2001

..."But the true threats to stability and peace are these nations that
...are not very transparent, that hide behind the—that don't let people
...in to take a look and see what they're up to. They're very kind of
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...authoritarian regimes.
...The true threat is
...whether or not one of
...these people.decide,
...peak.of anger,.try to
...hold us hostage, our-
...selves; the Israelis, for
...example, to whom
...we'll defend, offer our
...defenses; the South
...Koreans." in a media
...roundtable discussion,
...March 13, 2001

..."If a person doesn't
...have the capacity
...that we all want that
...person to have,
...suspect hope is in
...the far distant future,
...if at all." May 22, 2001

...What a man! What a
giant of intellect. What a
colossus of wit. What a
master of confusion. But
wait, hold hard and stop.
What is behind the great
statesman’s Machiavell-
ian manipulation of the
world psyche? Is there a
serious purpose behind
his joshing and jokes,
behind the confusion
and tomfoolery? We can
only conjecture. But
even the cleverest mask
must occasionally slip.
Let us offer you, there-
fore, one last quote:

..."If this were a dictator-
...ship, it would be a heck
...of a lot easier — so.long
...as I'm the dictator." Dec
...19, 2000


THE MIND OF MARKETING --
......................YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

....
PLAIN TEXT
POISE AND
PEN
No. 1

The letter below is said to be a real one, written to a screwball in Charleston, Carolina, called Scott Williams. Mr Williams is an amateur archaeologist who digs things up in his backyard, labels them with scientific names and then sends them to the Smithonian Institute as archaeological finds.

Smithsonian Institution
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Dear Mr. Williams:
Thank you for your latest sub-mission to the Institute, labeled "3211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post...Hominid skull." We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago. Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety that one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be "Malibu Barbie." It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to its modern origin:
...1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.
...2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-homonids.
...3. The dentition pattern evident on the skull is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.
...This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypo-theses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:
...A. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
...B. Clams don't have teeth.
...It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon-dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in its normal operation, and partly due to carbon-dating's notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, therefore carbon-dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results.
...Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation Phylogeny department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name Australopithecus Spiff-Arino. Speaking personally, I for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn't really sound like it might be Latin. However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a Hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your Newport back yard.
...We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation's capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the "trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix" that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.
Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Chief Curator-Antiquities

PLAIN TEXT
POISE AND
PEN
No. 2

This is a genuine letter which appeared in the the UK’s Bristol Evening News in early July, 2000. It follows and comments on a demonstration protesting about global economics that degenerated into a riot.The demo took place around the Houses of Parliament in June 2000.

‘Dear Sir,

‘It has long been my belief that you should only be allowed to protest in public if you pay income tax. And you should only be allowed to vote at the ballot box if you own property. Sensible policies, both. And tested in time, too. If only Mr. Blair had thought to bring about these simple changes in the law, he would have avoided last week's double embarrassment of Red Ken's election and the rioting soap-dodgers. Perhaps it's me, but could someone explain why people who campaign for animal rights would throw bottles at police horses? Or why Friends of the Earth supporters would want to dig up the grass in a perfectly adequate London square? Or why anti-capitalists thought nicking the till out of a burger bar was a political statement? Or why campaigners for freedom would desecrate a shrine to the very people who fought and died for that freedom? What a bunch of immature, selfish, hypocritical idiots.
...‘Bring down the State? Better not, Tarquin. The State provides your giro and your housing benefit, you work-shy moron. What would you do without that little green cheque every other Thursday? Somebody has to pay for the extra-strong cider and multiple nose piercings. It makes me sick. If a bunch of football fans had pulled a stunt like that, they'd have been banged up before you could say CS gas. But this gang of middle-class warriors was allowed to deface national monuments while the police looked on. Mind you, Winston Churchill with a green Mohican haircut would have scared the wotsername out of Adolph Hitler.
...‘My comments on the moral values of travelers’ (in an earlier letter to the newspaper) ‘seem to have ruffled a few feathers amongst the bleeding-heart Lefties who live like leeches on the publicly-funded fat of our society. One enraged correspon-dent (it must have been his turn to have the crayons this week) accuses me of using "intemperate and exaggerated language", says people like me should be exterminated and then likens me to Adolf Hitler. Pot, kettle, black, old pal. Another wailing Willy, who was obviously off sick the day they did irony at school, challenges me to produce hard evidence to support my claim that gypsies steal babies. Evidence? Of course there's no evidence. It's all covered up by a conspiracy of Masonic magist-rates, policemen and politicians, aided and abetted by a secret sect of corrupt district nurses. Somewhere in Essex there's a warehouse full of stolen babies. They're brought up by retired lap dancers and then they go off to be prison officers.Stick that in your meat-free pipe and smoke it, you monument of mediocrity. My final correspondent (green ink, pressed down VERY HARD so that it comes through the back of the white weave Basildon Bond) argues that travelers are people too and have the right to live just as they want.Half right, mate. Travelers have the right to live as they want as long as they abide by the rules that bind the rest of us. That means paying road tax, paying council tax and buying a television license. It means paying for a plot of land on which to live, and paying income tax on the proceeds of patching up all those dodgy driveways. It means obeying the law, rather than laughing at it. And the sooner the hand-wringing apologists on most councils realise this, the better.
...‘My doctor has forbidden me to read The Guardian on the grounds that it does terrible things to my blood pressure, but I sneaked a look last week to see the following: "Burglars are people. For the most part, young people, even teenagers. From their point of view burglary must be fun as well as a way of making a few quid." Fun? Fun? What are they on? What a bunch of lily-livered, social-working, leather-elbowed windbags. Fun? Just ask an old lady who's been terrorised, had her last few possessions stolen and who now lives in permanent fear. Fun? Just ask anyone who has to pay sky-high insurance premiums because the cops would rather catch drivers eating Kit Kats than tattooed scrotes running off with your video recorder. I'll give them fun, these poor lambs. Any sticky-fingered yobbo coming within a hundred yards of Beelzebub Mansions will get to play a game currently popular amongst country dwellers. It's called Reasonable Force and involves a teenage thief, a baseball bat and a number five iron.
‘Yours Faithfully
‘Barry Beelzebub’

Mr Beelzebub’s fine letter is followed by a revealing comment from the editor. It reads:
‘The views of Mr. Beelzebub are purely personal and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the Editor or staff of this newspaper, or anyone who thinks our new cabinet-style council will result in more openness, or anyone who thinks Jez Quigley is hard, or of the snotty-nosed schoolboy in the back of the Volvo estate who stuck two fingers up at me this morning. Your dad's phone number was painted on the side, sonny. And I'm ringing him tonight.’

...Guesses as to the real identity of Mr Beelzebub and/or the Editor of the Bristol Evening News on a postcard, please, to: The Bristol Evening News, Bristol, UK.

PUN-ISHMENTS
NUMBER 3

There were three legionnaires walking through the desert under a baking sun. They were fully equipped with enough water for days, and had food aplenty. On the shimmering horizon mirages came and went and came again, visions of swimming pools attended by dusky maidens, stalls full of ice-cream, sorbets, freshly-whipped smoothies of every conceivable flavour. But all to no avail, as the legionnaires did not crack, but kept marching solidly on.
...Suddenly one of them froze, "Psssst" said he.
...His companions halted, and strained their eyes to where the first legionnaire was pointing.
..."Le voila", said he, "Regardez, mes amis, isn't zat a bacon tree on ze 'orizon?"
...And sure enough, there it stood, proud and defiant in the middle of the desert, a true bacon tree. Slowly they crept forward towards the mystery object far off, inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre, until they were within a stone's throw of the bacon tree. Even nearer they crept, and suddenly, a shot rang out, dropping one of the legionnaires in his tracks. The other legionnaires hit the ground as bullets thudded into the sand around them. The other two returned fire, and gave first aid to their wounded companion. Even as they bandaged him, and poured water over his face, they could hear his faint voice:
..."Zat was no bacon tree," he gasped, "Zat was an 'am bush."

. t is hard to know whether it is that marketing men are stupid and inept or have a highly developed -- if somewhat cynical -- sense of humour. Or maybe, and most probably, it is that, as with politicians, we get what we deserve. We are surrounded by communications from the wonderful world of marketing -- from the cornflakes boxes that we read over breakfast, to the posters in the bus shelter, to the ads that surround us everywhere, to a quiet night in watching TV -- we are constantly bombarded by the wit and wisdom of the marketing literati. Maybe that is why we love them so much.
...The late great philosopher (as we call comedians in this publication), Bill Hicks, used to stroll onto the stage, squint through the smoke of his cigarette into the audience and ask:” Are there any marketing men in today?” Almost invariably there would be one or two ‘Yeah-hahs!’ from the audience. “Go kill yourselves,” Bill would say. The line always got a round of applause. Such is the high regard in which we hold those wonderful people in marketing. I mean, haven’t they given us so much? Where would the world be without them? Why our supermarkets would become mere shops rather than the psychological minefield of marketing techniques they have become. Yes, without marketing, we would have no pointless over-consumption, no wasting of the world resources, no mind-bending pocket-stretching advertising. Hmmm! A world without hype? How boring.
...This article, appearing as it does in Coffeehouse Culture’s tribute to human intelligence, Cunning Stunts, is our tribute to the intelligence of both marketing men and those they serve. Clearly the marketing world, itself, has a very high regard for human intelligence. If you don’t believe it you have only to pay a visit to the freezer cabinets in your local supermarket. Just take a look at any frozen food item. See those words: ‘Serving suggestion’? just under the picture on the packet. What the hell does that mean? Put it on a plate with a sprig of parsley? Gosh, never thought of that. No, no, silly, it doesn’t mean that. It means that the plate and the sprig of parsley are not included in the packet.
...Packaging gives us so much understanding of the way in which the minds of marketing people work, it is creepy. And those user instructions can be a scream (or if from Ikea can provoke a scream.)
...The label on a gallon container of disinfectant for laboratory use called Hibitane reads ‘Avoid contact with brain.’ Trepanning? Better to use Dettol.
...Some interesting instructions come with the ‘Forever Friends’ cuddly bear, marketed in the UK: ‘Please remove all clothing before giving this item to a child under 36 months.’ Is that ‘bare?’ Or ‘bear?’
...It is never a bad thing to be explicit when offering user instructions to kids. Which is why the Kenner Toy Company, who produce a Batman Returns costume, state: ‘Caution -- for play only. Cape does not enable user to fly.’ Aw shucks! We hear they are thinking about producing a batman Doesn’t Return costume -- they’ll just leave out the warning.
...
Not just children, either. A PVC airbed by the Sevylor company is marketed with a warning slip stating: ‘This item is not to be eaten.’ The question is: Why? Why is this bizarre warning included with this product? Surely, someone didn’t . . . .
...Particularly impressive are the instructions included with a strange product called Candle Sand. This consists of wax granules that can be placed in a container with a wick inserted and acts like . . . . well . . . a
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candle.
...Candle Sand is a candle,’ the instructions say, ‘therefore:
...1) It is not at all a suitable thing for a child to play with.
...2) It should not be used in a
flammable container, this includ-
es plastic.
...3) It gets hot (after it has been lit).
...4) Although it ‘floats on top of liquid’, this liquid should not be flammable.’ You should not for instance light Candle Sand while
it is floating in a glass of petrol even if you do want your dinner party to go with a bang.
...‘5) It should not be mixed with such substances as gunpowder.
...Oh, and finally, just in case you wondered, ‘this product is not edible -- even when unlit.’
...What is this thing with people wanting to put stuff in their mouths all the time, anyway? Okay, okay, we know. But was it really necessary for Woolworth’s to include a warning with their potted basil plants saying: ‘Only eat the leaves and stems of this plant. Do not eat the roots or soil’? That, however, is only the thin edge of the wedge (although cake shaped, wedges are not for human consumption.) The fact that my kids’ bubble bath ‘Mr Bubbles’ had a notice on it saying ‘Not intended for human consumption’ always bemused me a little but that is because I never encountered the lava lamp bearing the legend: 'Do not ingest.' Nor shopped at the US D-I-Y store, Home Depot, where their treated lumber is signed: ‘Do not consume.’ Strangest of all, however, is the ‘Do not eat’ on the Claymore Anti-Personnel Mine. Pie-shaped, or what?
...Stating what to most of us would seem to be obvious is one of the things that marketing does so well.
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