The Truth Is No Laughing Matter

13 Nov

from October 8, 2007

So I’m working on the yearbook and we have a Hollywood theme, and it seems to have carried over to my blog-slinging (and damn if I’m not sticking with that word ’til it hurts.) As I type this I am wearing cool shades, sitting in a director’s chair, and I refuse to talk directly to anyone, preferring to let my assistant do all that.

OK, you caught me in a lie. (Read any blog at random and you’ll catch me in anywhere from three to infinity lies.) I am not wearing shades, nor am I sitting in a director’s chair, nor do I have an assistant, though I do prefer communicating through emails rather than actually talking to people, so I guess there is a modicum of truth there.

And a modicum is enough nowadays. Who wants the truth? As a wise man once said; “You can’t handle the truth!” And no, we can’t.

Would you like to know the truth about such dangerous topics as “grave robbers from outer space”? While I won’t spill any secrets of NATIONAL SECURITY, I will merely point out that in 1959 a courageous young documentary filmmaker named Edward D. Wood Junior attempted to inform the public of an immediate crisis that endangered not just the citizens of Hollywood but the entire world. He had discovered, through long weeks of research in hidden national archives and secret military installations worldwide, that aliens were about to attempt a conquest of Earth, with our own dead as their invading army. Try as he might, Mr. Wood was thwarted at every attempt to rally the public into action, and for his efforts, the government poisoned his image in the eyes of the public. This once promising Harvard graduate with a PhD in Psychology and an MBA in Business Management from the Wharton School of Business, was ruined and became a laughingstock in an angora sweater.

Would you like to know the truth about atomic testing in the South Pacific?  For decades, the government has suppressed knowledge of the radiation-induced abnormal hyper-growth of certain reptiles, both prehistoric and contemporary, to gargantuan size. Similarly, the abnormal growth to epic proportions of common ants in the American mid-west due to atomic testing has been suppressed. Newsreel footage of fire-breathing dinosaurs have been leaked to the public from time to time by intrepid truth-seekers, but the government’s black-ops division has managed to convince the public that these actual films of dangerous creatures are really just Japanese movies with men in rubber suits, not monsters.

Would you like to know the truth about asbestos? It is a well-known fact that asbestos is NOT a carcinogen. It is totally harmless and may in fact cure acne. Asbestos was first used as a government cover-up in 1941 when the Air Force claimed that the area around Roswell New Mexico was contaminated to keep the public far away from what was really going on- a flying saucer crash. After the debris was moved to Area 51, the government continued to use the asbestos story for any operation they wanted to keep classified. To this day, CIA incursions into Hanoi during the Vietnam War are blamed on asbestos. Famously, when the Soviets captured Francis Gary Powers after his Blackbird spy plane crashed in the USSR, the US government claimed that he was not spying, and that his plane entered Soviet airspace because of asbestos in the cockpit.

Would you like to know the truth about the Yeti? The Yeti is not a hoax, nor is it a sort of prehistoric “ape-man” as the press (well-known as the propaganda arm of the government) would have you believe. The Yeti are in fact a well-organized and well-hidden militia created for the sole purpose of protecting the nation from a Soviet invasion in 1978. In the late 1970’s the Soviet Union prepared a full-scale invasion of The United States using mercenary Indian Monkey-Man soldiers. These soldiers had, among other futuristic technologies, invisibility-rendering pants. Facing a “primate-soldier gap,” the President authorized the creation of “an elite Yeti squadron,” capable of repelling the Soviet mercenary Indian Monkey-Men. These proved more than capable, and all knowledge of the Yeti had been suppressed, often violently. The Yeti remain America’s ever-vigilant first line of national defense.

Would you like to know the truth about the moon landing? The popular conspiracy theory states that we never landed men on the moon, and that the 1969 moon landing was filmed on a soundstage. That is just not true. We did land on the moon. In 1952. During world War Two, Germany was creating advanced V-2 rockets capable of reaching England. They also created, just as the war was ending, the first jet aircraft. Using German scientists and technology smuggled out of Germany after the war, America created the first lunar rocket in 1952 on a small hidden base in New Mexico. When we reached the moon, astronauts discovered a lunar base constructed on the dark side by aliens from Alpha Centauri. Soon after reaching an agreement, we received advanced alien technology (Did you really think we created Velcro?) in return for turning a blind eye to the mass abductions of humans.

I have been very careful, in the writing of this blog, not to name actual names or reveal too many specific details. It is not safe to do so. In fact, I was very careful to couch it in vague terms and even to write it as if I was being silly with all the “Hollywood” nonsense in the first paragraphs, in case this was being monitored. But it is all real and the truth must get out.

It’s funny. I’m sure I’m all alone. I know I locked the door. But I can swear I just heard footsteps and saw a shadow creeping along the wall. It is funny how the mind can play tri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Is Wrong With My Writing?

13 Nov

from October 3, 2007

What is wrong with my writing lately? You’d know better than me, you actually read this stuff. Honestly, I type this with my eyes closed.

I refer specifically to the Marcel Marceau eulogy. It is one of  my shortest blogs, possibly the shortest, if you ignore that old “poetry ” blog. Go back and reread it if you care to. (The Marceau thing, not the “poetry.” Let’s give that one a quick death.)

Now, I really like that one a lot, and I don’t say that about much of my stuff. But I noticed something. First of all, and bear this in mind, there is nothing easier to make fun of than a dead mime. It is a comedy maxim! Look it up.

But my issue here is that I wrote the whole blog and avoided the dreaded “F-word.” I wrote the whole thing and never once mentioned the word “French.”

I don’t get it- I am all about the easy joke, and if a dead mime is easy to make fun of, imagine all the dead French mime jokes just waiting to be hatched. The mind boggles! It is even easier to rag on the French than blaming the “Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.” (Snicker snicker snort! I can’t even type that with a straight face! How does Hilary do it? I guess she got her poker face from putting up with all of Bill’s blue dress stains.)

My typical blog is something like this- “blah blah blah Bela Lugosi is an under-rated actor blah blah blah something about parenthesis period arrow.” But I didn’t go there that time. Why not?

Now look at the more recent “Space blog.” Damn if I didn’t take the easy route there. Tom Cruise and Scientology. I didn’t even have to make up any jokes- that fruity little club manages to insult itself. And Tom Cruise is a punch line in no need of a joke.

So again- what is wrong with my writing?

Here is some info for you:

THINGS I AM READING OR HAVE RECENTLY READ:

The Monk, and The Castle of Otranto, two 18th Century Gothic novels.

The Late Great USA by Jerome Corsi- current events and politics.

The Five Red Herrings, a mystery from 1937 by Dorothy L. Sawyer.

THINGS I WRITE ABOUT:

Godzilla

So clearly there is a disconnect here, a Diaspora, if you will.

(LOOK THAT WORD UP! THAT WAS A HELL OF A REFERENCE I JUST MADE!)

I live in the disconnect.

What do I need to do?

I need to ensure that I write about more trivia, nonsense, and obscure crap only funny to me.

I need to never ever miss a chance for a French joke.

And I need an editor, that’s for sure.