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Rants, Rates, Slags, Slates. Manic-depressive posts from Red Wright-Hand. Because there are thousands of worthless blogs out there and who am I not to add to their number?
Total US troop deaths in Iraq to date (09/01/07) since 03/20/03: 3739
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Tuesday, December 23, 2003
British fellow weighs in on David Foster Wallace's Everything and More and other considerations of the infinite. Another posting from Busan, South Korea, one that'll leave you with a lump in your throat: South Koreans have gotta be the most phlegmatic people I've ever seen. Everywhere you go, you're treated to the basso rumbling of Korean men or women hawking and ralfing up a mouthful of yellow-white slime, which they then propel groundward heedless of their surroundings. This bittersweet symphony is particularly strident if you walk the Busan streets early in the morning (as I do, heading off to teach my 7 a.m. English class). I don't know what it is--something in the kimchi or other Korean foods that breeds this viscous harvest? The high rate of smokers in the country? The air pollution? Whatever the reason, it is not advisable to look down as you walk. Every few paces you will see something you'll wish you hadn't. Throat meat. Lung butter. Air pizza. It's EVERYWHERE. Not a moment too soon for Lenny Bruce. First the Pope pardons Galileo, now this. Can Fatty Arbuckle be far behind? Ah, sleep deprivation. 57% of the benefits of opium at none of the cost (in dollars, that is). That's my excuse for my latest hiatus. Monday, December 15, 2003
TWO FACES (AT LEAST) OF THE UNITED STATES: 1. At about 9:45 AM on Saturday, December 13, I left Philadelphia International Airport for Charlotte, NC, en route to my final destination of Knoxville, TN. On this flight was a large number of Philadelphia Eagles fans, themselves ultimately bound for Miami, FL, in order to attend Monday night's impending game against the Miami Dolphins. Even if their licensed Eagles-team-player jerseys and caps hadn't given them away, their affections would have been evident from their steady cheering ("E! A! G! L! E! S! Eagles!"), hooting and whooping, shot through with loudly proclaimed insults about the Southern U.S. (often in broadly faked hillbilly accents), all fueled by rounds of Saturday-morning Heinekens. They were disgusting and embarassing, not least of all due to the sight of their round doughy bodies encased in green jerseys blazoned with the names of actual athletes, and I felt, as rarely before, how people overseas must view us Americans: with loathing, condescension, and the anger reserved for the antics of spoiled, arrogant children. 2. On Sunday morning, December 14, I woke (in Athens, TN) to the news that Saddam Hussein had been captured by US soldiers outside Tikrit, Iraq, and I will not deny the happy jolt that went through me, nor the joy at seeing the cyclical footage of Hussein being handled like an animal at the veterinarian's office, nor the pride I felt in belonging to the nation that had run him to ground. Monday, December 08, 2003
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
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