New Turret column
For the few readers who still remain, I've posted the upcoming Turret Sports Commentary over at Smokin' News. Check it out... if you dare.
Selah.
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The Proud Highway calls
So I’ve borrowed a copy of "The Proud Highway," a collection of essays and letters written by a very much younger Hunter S. Thompson, beginning in 1956.
What’s immediately striking about the initial sections of the book is Thompson’s first-ever writing assignment - his introduction to journalism, on which he’d have so great an impact.
After enlisting in the Air Force, Thompson completed training as a radio electrician of some kind, and was assigned to the commo shop at Eglin Air Force Base near Pensacola, Fla. He felt ill-suited to the line of work, and after two weeks in the radio shop landed himself a job at the Command-Courier, Eglin’s weekly newspaper. He became the paper’s sports editor.
Thompson had been identified as a gifted and "unpredictable" writer during high school in Louisville, but, in his own words, he hadn’t a clue as to how to write sports:
"I guess it all comes under the heading of responsibility in a way. But truthfully – I don’t do any of this for the Air Force – I do it because I don’t want anybody to get the idea that I’m incapable of doing the job. Even though there is no damn reason why I should be capable of putting out a sports section each week – without having the slightest idea of what I’m doing – I’m just too much of an egotist to admit that I can’t do it. So, the only thing left to do, is to go ahead and fight the damn thing and hope that it gets easier as it gets more familiar... and it’s bound to."
– A letter to Hunter’s brother Jack, dated Oct. 24, 1956.
I guess I find some hope in what I’m doing now, knowing that Thompson would go on to an insanely successful career in journalism, becoming one of the standard-bearers in Tom Wolfe’s titular "New Journalism."
It can be tough at times, thinking ahead to what’s next after these three remaining rotten years are over, but knowing that someone from such humble beginnings could make it so big, there’s always a glimmer of hope...
I guess I’ll just have to take the Doctor’s advice and "fight the damn thing." Who knows what’s next?
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Basic Training Diary: Sept. 11, 2002
Day 7 of
Basic Combat Training
Mixed bag today. Started off early - 0330 - after pulling fire guard from 0200-0300. We marched to the middle of Sand Hill for a memorial ceremony in honor of the newly-proclaimed "Patriot Day" and the victims of the 11 Sept. 01 attacks.
Major General Eaton addressed the crowd of what had to be around a thousand Army recruits.
During the rest of the day, we received our M16A2 rifles and learned some drill and ceremony movements with them, as well as how to field strip them.
They told us that these rifles were the peak of weaponry now, and that they are specifically designed for soldiers... i.e., for killing people. They are black, cold, and heavy - pretty scary-looking things, just like in the movies.
I think we have pretty much all of our gear now - all the tools - all we have to do is learn how to use them.
We also spent a lot of the day getting intimidated by our drill sergeants. They were pissed because our bay inspection score was so low, and threatened us with a night of no sleep, and PT until we cleaned the whole place up.
As it turned out, it was all bogus, and Drill Sergeant Green relented, merely assigning duty areas and having us pack our rucksacks.
I can't wait for AIT, but time is starting to fly by. -- IB
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Gonzo holidays, UofL games, Hooters.
We've made it to Thanksgiving, and four blessed days of vacation from the office, from the Army, and from doing anything productive before noon. It's a wonderful feeling, I've got to say.
I do have an assignment this weekend, though. I'll be covering the University of Louisville vs. Cincinnati game on Saturday. The forecast is 52 degrees and rainy, with the Cardinals beating the Bearcats by at least 18 points. The Finch predicts the spread will be more like 30, particularly after the Cards' 65-27 win over Houston last week.
ESPN2 will be there, and I will be safely esconced in the Papa John's Stadium press skybox, eating sandwiches and rubbing elbows with the regional sporting press.
Also in attendance will be around a thousand Basic Trainees, who will probably be thrilled to get a chance to get away from the ranges and obstacle courses of the 1st Armored Training Brigade. A hospitality party is planned for them at Louisville's Parrish House, which will be hosted, I hear, by cheerleaders and Hooters girls. These guys aren't going to know what to do with themselves.
At any rate, Happy Thanksgiving from Fort Knox and A Healthy Alternative to Work. Hope it's great.
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The thrill of the chase
I'm sitting here in my room on a Saturday afternoon, and I'm thinking about the stories I should have gone out and covered today. Three members of the U.S. Women's Olympic softball team visited Louisville's Slugger Museum this morning, and a local 11-year-old girl, who can run a 10-minute two-mile, competed at a track meet today. But I don't really care.
I went with some friends last night to Louisville's Fourth Street. I've written about the place before; it's one part meat-market and one part bar district.
We get into places like Red Cheetah for free, since most bouncers are willing to offer a military discount.
It was, for the most part, unremarkable. I reestablished my hatred of country music, and we looked at a lot of pretty girls. At Saddle Ridge, they have gorgeous bartenders who wear as little as is socially acceptable in public, and take it upon themselves to gyrate on the bar to songs like "Redneck Woman."
Jeff Foxworthy once said something to the effect of "Redneck is nothing more than the glorious lack of sophistication." Well, people around here are taking a little too much pride in being classless.
And my heart's not in it, anyway. I can't stand going to places where you have to scream to be heard just to see if there are any available women around. I normally just get drunk.
I also find myself standing around wondering how I'd describe the scene in writing, and fall short when I realize that description would imply significance.
We came home around 5 a.m. after stopping at Dodge's Chicken for some chicken strips and egg rolls.
Waiter, may I have a change of venue, please? Hold the redneck women.
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T.O. tests the limits of America's racial tolerance
I posted this over at Smokin' News, and it'll run in the upcoming Turret. But I thought I'd share it with you all, too. It's about this ridiculous noise being generated over the Monday Night Football skit starring the Philadelphia Eagles' Terrell Owens and ABC's "Deperate Housewives" star Nicollette Sheridan. See what you think.
Terrell Owens is in trouble again.
And now, everyone from T.O to the Philadelphia Eagles to ABC is apologizing on national media for his "steamy" introductory skit to last week’s episode of "Monday Night Football."
Everyone else is weighing in on the skit, which featured Owens talking with "Desperate Housewives" costar Nicollette Sheridan, who wore only a towel, which she eventually dropped before jumping into T.O.’s arms.
Was it the partial nudity (viewers saw Sheridan from the back) that raised so many hackles across the nation? Was it the fact that the segment aired at 9 p.m. on the east coast, but 6 p.m. on the west? Was it the "suggestive" nature of the segment?
That’s not what Indianapolis Colts coach Tony Dungy thinks. He’s gone on the record saying he found the segment "racially offensive."
So the problem is the fact that Owens is black and Sheridan is white, then?
Well, Dungy seemed to think that the skit was "stereotypical" toward black athletes.
I’d be interested to know what Dungy thought about last season’s Super Bowl halftime show performance by Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson.
Conservative radio motormouth Rush Limbaugh also had to say his piece on the steamy skit. According to a transcript of his show, it’s "too close to this whole Kobe Bryant situation for comfort," echoing sentiments already expressed by Dungy.
I’m sorry, what? I fail to see the correlation between the Bryant case and this latest stunt of Terrell Owens’.
Bryant was accused of a felony – statutory rape. Terrell Owens was in a racy skit on network television. I don’t see what the two instances have in common.
Except, of course, that they both involve a black man and a white woman.
Seems to me that this is what’s causing the most uproar, whether the agitators will admit it or not. It isn’t the partial nudity – why, Sheridan’s ABC show has that kind of stuff on all the time, I’m led to believe, and they’re getting big ratings, not angry phone calls from the Federal Communications Commission.
We broke the nudity barrier on cable TV ten years ago, with "NYPD Blue."
I suppose I had naively been under the impression that we were past this kind of nonsense. Are we still closed-minded enough to be drawing lines in the sand over which members of other races "shall not cross"? The answer, apparently, is yes.
Dungy is one of five black coaches in the National Football League, another being the Chicago Bears' Lovie Smith.
According to ESPN, Smith took exception with the skit’s risque content, but that was it.
"I saw a naked lady with an athlete, period," he said. "Black, white, that doesn’t really matter an awful lot to me."
It’s fine to be outraged over the content of national television. There’s plenty to be outraged over. But let’s make sure we’re all clear on why we’re outraged.
If the bile starts rising at the implication of an interracial relationship, it might be time to reevaluate your sense of moral propriety.
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New politics blog
Check out my new all-politics blog, "Smokin' News."
This one won't be going away, but the politics are going to head on over there.
Holy calamity, scream insanity...
While some folks are appealing to reason throughout this whole miasma we call an election year, there are plenty of others whose actions are a clear indication that the country is going BAT SHIT INSANE.
I don't normally mess with my established font-size. It's this thing in newspaper layout - a principle that says you must keep your fonts the same for all your body copy, all your cutlines (captions, to the uninitiated), your bylines, and your standing heads.
Well, take a gander at these life-altering links:
First! This is old, but if you haven't seen it, you need to. Jon Stewart appeared on CNN's Crossfire before the election, and lambasted the hosts for being "partisan hacks." It's quite an episode:
Jon Stewart's brutal exchange with CNN host
Be sure to watch his post-game "spin" on the following episode of Comedy Central's The Daily Show. The link's right there on iFilm.
Next up, we've got Georgia. Now, I've been saying for the past few posts that it's wrong for Democrats to write off the "red" states as a bunch of morons, because that's disingenuous and elitist. But this isn't helping:
Some worry evolution dispute hurts image
Good lord. In Georgia, it's going to be harder for 16-year-olds to learn about Charles Darwin than to download porn on their school comput-- wait, I suppose that's probably not an issue. Computers, silly me. We couldn't have a free exchange of ideas going on, now, could we?
And of course, our friends on the left aren't lying down on the job when it comes to producing nonsense:
Do we still have a Democracy?
This one had to come up, right? "It wasn't me... it was the one-armed voting machine!"
And this from the Boca Raton News: Kerry supporters seek therapy in South Florida. This proves, once again, that this election was really just one more Reality TV/Soap Opera for people to get emotionally involved in. Don't worry though, there are some hypnotherapists who are going to make money off it!
I've just about had all I can stand, and it's 2:45 a.m. Good night.
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Liberal weiners and Right-wing nut-jobs - can't we all just get along?
Okay, so with my newfound Powers of the Internet, I’ve been doing a hell of a lot of browsing over the past couple days. If I bitch about being in the Army a lot, I will say this: Federal holidays are great.
But speaking of Federal, there’s all kinds of secessionist garbage making the rounds. I guess it’s this whole red state/blue state thing. People from the blue states are dreaming of moving to Canada and in the meantime, they’re posting pictures of themselves holding signs apologizing to the rest of the world for the re-election of President Bush on the Internet.
It would seem, if one were to get all their news from The Nation and democraticunderground.com, that this nation of ours is definitely going to collapse into some kind of militant Amish anarchy if the progressives don’t stand up and fight this rising tide of stupidity and redneckism that seems to be the prevalent mentality from Florida to Idaho.
Of course, the mischaracterizations go both ways, as usual. Some conservatives are having a hard time not gloating about Bush’s victory (which is, despite a few conspiracy theory-type threads in Ohio, pretty certain this time around), and are referring to the liberals who find themselves crammed into the West Coast and New England as elitist bastards who don’t give a whit about God, values, or our soldiers in the middle east.
I said before the election that I was concerned that the level of discussion was being brought down by blind partisanship, and that’s certainly borne out in the post-election gum-flapping.
Whatever side you find yourself on, we’ve got to remember that this is, when all is said and done, one country, and it’s the ability to hold and support diametrically-opposed viewpoints within the same set of borders that makes this place what it is. I’m not sure I’m completely behind everything that makes America what it is today - in fact, I’m pretty certain I’m not - but I do like the idea of America; i.e., the pluralism we supposedly embrace as a nation.
This point has been done to death, but we’ve got a serious issue at hand here, and that is this self-inflicted "divide" we’ve found ourselves in. We really still are all United States of America, red or blue, right?
So what’s going to happen over the next four years? Bush gave mixed messages after the election. On one hand, he said he was going to do everything he could to reach out to the other side, or something. "Reaching across the aisle" is the phrase, I think. But the next day he said he’d "earned his political capital," and that he intended to spend it.
In general, I’m a pretty conservative guy, and I like to think I’m not a complete moron. But even if I am, well, there are plenty of intelligent conservatives out there. The same can be said of the Democratic party and liberal ideology - there are lots of very sharp folks on the left side, too (many of you have been gracious enough to stop by and leave your thoughts here). These sneer asides of "everyone who doesn’t live on the coast is an inbred idiot" and "everyone who lives in New England is communist" are only exacerbating the problem of a "divided America."
This is a big issue, and it deserves a lot more detail than it’s getting in this post. But I’ve rambled on enough here, and I’d just like to point out that name-calling isn’t getting anyone anywhere. Well, unless it’s funny.
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1,001
CNN.com says that as many as 1,000 insurgents have been killed in the ongoing battle for Fallujah.
I guess insurgents come in big, round numbers. I realize that CNN is getting this from U.S. Army/Iraqi government public affairs sources, but seriously, what’s the big deal with "one thousand"? I would have been just as happy if they’d used the term "butt-loads."
Anyway, the article says that humanitarian aid workers are trying to deliver packages to the approximately "200 families" still living in Fallujah, and that the city is "largely deserted." Geez, that seems about right. Have civilians there just figured out that when tanks full of Marines show up it’s a good idea to get the hell out of Dodge?
Mind you, I haven’t been to Fallujah, or to Iraq, so it’s really tough to know exactly what the atmosphere is like over there. I do know enough to be pretty sure that the cross-section of information we get is probably not an accurate representation of overall life there. Reporters don’t hang around places where nothing gory is happening, generally. "If it bleeds, it leads."
A lot of writers are putting pen to paper to come up with fitting eulogies for the late Yasser Arafat. Shimon Peres writes ""With the death of a father, Palestinians must grow up." Yes, he was guilty of heinous acts and never really moved beyond terrorism as a means of furthering the Palestinian cause, but they loved him! Awwww... give the poor old Egyptian a break.
Cal Thomas, over at TownHall.com, writes about "Arafat’s real legacy." Thomas isn’t quite as impressed with the Arafat Cult of Personality: "Arafat led a long reign of terror, the purpose of which was to kill Jews and eliminate the state of Israel."
Some will think that description is a bit extreme, but think about it. The mentality for Palestinian "freedom fighters" goes something along these lines: "I’m a Palestinian, and I’m angry at Israel because first off, they’ve taken our land, and second, they’re all a bunch of Jews, who I hate anyway. So I’m going to do my part in the ‘war on Israel.’ I think the best way to get my point across is to blow up a bus full of schoolchildren."
Ok, check, check, check, check, waitholdonaminute. I understand if there are racial, regional, and religious hatreds involved. That’s the case just about everywhere (except in America, where we don’t hate anybody, right?). But as soon as you start blowing up school buses and nightclubs full of teenagers, well, your status as an organization that demands respect is gone. Sorry.
So when I read misty-eyed articles enumerating the laudable deeds performed by Arafat, I’m pretty unimpressed. The guy was a stinking terrorist, and his death came about ten years too late.
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The United States of Sore Loserica
Well, let’s get back to business, shall we?
Over the past week or so there’s been a remarkable phenomenon sweeping the press, both on- and off-line. It’s a weird, bitter anti-federalism felt by people who live in the so-called "blue" states, and it’s pissing me off.
I saw a "new" map of North America the other day - as a gag, someone had redrawn the borders so the blue states connected with our Neighbors Up North, and the country was called "The United States of Canada."
The huge swath of "Red" states that make up most of America, geographically speaking, had been lumped together, and the name given was "Jesusland."
Funny, yeah, but if I hear someone say "Oh, well, I guess the majority of Americans are stupid" one more time I’m going to... uh... well, I’m probably not going to do anything, but it’s still strikes me as incredibly childish.
Say we were to sit down and play a game of Candyland. We’re playing by the rules, and maybe you luck out and hit that one shortcut (by the Peanut-Butter-Brittle house or whatever). When you win, I stare petulantly at the wall and say, "You cheated."
I’d deserve to have Jell-O Pudding poured on my head, and that’s exactly what needs to happen to all these carping spoil-sports who only like democracy when what happens exactly coincides with their personal beliefs.
I sure do think it’s funny, though, that the "Vote or Die" people are the same ones who are now wishing people hadn’t "rocked the vote" so hard. I’m sure even Paris Hilton will have some regrets, whenever she comes down from the half-bottle of Vicodin she probably ate November 2.
Predictably, cries of "cheater!" are also abounding. "The vote was miscounted!" "People were taking license plate number at the Indian resevations!" I’m not sure what these guys are trying to accomplish, but this one isn’t getting turned over, guys. Sorry.
Oh, and Yasir Arafat is now completely dead (as opposed to "mostly dead." Miracle Max didn’t make it to France in time), and Scott Peterson is going to prison where he’s going to get to know a big guy named "Daisy" really well.
More postings will definitely be forthcoming. I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of this rotten red wine hangover, so the old Gonzo synapses are starting to fire again. Here’s to free speech! Who’s drinkin’?
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I'm Back!
Despite the efforts of one easily-offended tBlogger, Brogonzo is back online, and won't be quitting anytime soon. Yes, the Internet has arrived at Gonzo HQ, and there's no stopping me now. If any of you were concerned that your tax dollars were going to waste while I blogged at work, well, put your fears to rest. "A Healthy Alternative to Work" is now privately-sponsored.
So much has happened since my last serious post that it's difficult to know where to start. Yasser Arafat has died, Bush has been reelected, and the Marines have been blowing shit up in Fallujah.
Meanwhile, I feel pretty vindicated about my pre-election stance on the "VOTE OR DIE" campaign, namely, that it was an idea on par with giving Switchfoot a record deal. Tangentially speaking, they might very well be the worst band, ever.
At any rate, I'm going to go surf the news and get this spanking-new Dell set up for the hours and hours of blogging that it's about to be put through. If any of you are interesting in contacting my boss and complaining, too damn bad. Welcome to "A Healthy Alternative to Work, Phase II: Afterhours."
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Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated...
must be reading my mail
'Cause everybody knows
I'm a man with a mission."
-- Bad Religion
Ladies, gentlemen, cads, lowlifes, intelligentsia, and the rest of you lot:
I have not given up on tBlog, not by a long shot. But I have been away for some time, with no proper explanation, and I figured that I should at least get on here and let you all know that I haven't left, haven't been sent to the Sandbox, and have NO plans to quit blogging.
After I wrote the blog denoucing the "Vote or Die" campaign (a campaign which so many Democrats are currently crying in their beer over), a "discussion" or "frank exchange of ideas" occurred between another tBlogger and myself.
Insults were traded, reputations and educations questioned, and when the dust settled, well, I figured it was just one more showdown in tBlog land.
The other party, as some of you may know, wasn't quite content to lick her wounds and go home. No, instead, she looked up my boss on the Internet and accused your humble narrator of harassment. This is the H word, ladies and gentlemen, and the last organization to take it lightly is the Army.
Well, I got a stern talking to from the Higher-Ups, and it was decided that tBlogging would not go on using government computers.
This was a considerable setback, since I really love writing and the nature of working on a weekly paper includes some periods of downtime. No more will it be used for expressing my take on the World At Large!
But I can thank my parents. That same weekend, completely coincidentally, my parents decided to, ahem, "underwrite" my blogging efforts. And by underwrite, I mean supply me with a computer and 'net connection so that I can blog in my off-time.
The pieces for this are now in motion, so A Healthy Alternative to Work will soon be back in action. I'm also going to start a new blog (location as yet to-be-announced) to put my political jabberings in. This blog will remain as an outlet for personal rants, raves, retchings, and rubbish.
At any rate, be sure to check back in. We'll be back in action by early next week if all goes well, and I'm definitely excited to get back on the horse.
Cowardly backstabbers be damned!
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Vote - If you know what you're doing.
Today’s the big day, folks. Remember to go vote – but only if you know what you’re voting for. Otherwise, stay inside, watch TV, and don’t trouble yourself with standing around in lines. You’ll be doing us all a favor.
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