A blog by Dan Brooks
Combat! blog is taking the day off, because I am going to New York for the weekend to celebrate the birth of our lord and savior, Spencer Griffin. He is 39. If you’re looking for ways to amuse yourself over the weekend, you can either A) click the ShareThis button at the bottom of every post on the new blog or B) watch this video over and over again. Enjoy your new life!
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oyaz5_2cB2Y
The camera phone was actually the only thing not moving.
The Cure and I are crappy old people, so we arrived at the 9:30 Club in a cab, which dropped us at the curb next to a cluster of sad, hopeful-looking girls in pre-owned dresses. They watched the entry line in wan silence, crossing and re-crossing their arms and generally looking like recently fired librarians. A man with a clipboard came out to talk to them, apologized, and went back inside. A few minutes later they marched in, with an air of profound determination.
“Were those Los Campesinos! groupies?” I said.
Self-described "rich urban bikers" living the dream that is freedom. Photo cadged from the NY Post
If you’ve seen Easy Rider, you know that A) you shouldn’t just watch every movie your Intro to Film Analysis TA said was good and B) motorcycles are a symbol of rebel freedom. Harley-Davidson began building motorcycles shortly after the turn of the century, but it was their widespread use as messenger vehicles during World War II that imprinted on a generation of servicemen an indelible connection between riding, cigarettes, and trying to forget what you just did. After the Hollister Riots of 1947, when 4,000 bike enthusiasts turned a small California town into a slightly larger, much drunker California town, public hysteria over outlaw bikers ran high. Life magazine ran a scared/fascinated feature, Hollywood made a series of exploitation films culminating in The Wild One, and an icon of American counterculture was born.
Joose, wisely sold in an opaque can. Compare color with the dish soap in the background.
As of yesterday afternoon, “Oh my god, it’s so green,” joins “one small step for man” and “O brave new world” among the awestruck utterances of the great explorers. If you’ll remember, Combat! blog recently made much of Joose, the alcoholic energy beverage/sad substitute for Sparks that promises to make you have a really good, flame-decaled time. Loyal Combatants and astronauts of human consciousness Ben and Parliament drank Joose yesterday. Presumably it turned their teeth to diamonds and money sprayed out of their pockets immediately. We don’t know, because our only contact with their bold fresh reality was through cellular telegram message. Mildly edited transcript follows:
"What are you talking about? You never loaned me your car."
Great men don’t volunteer themselves—they are chosen by history. Jerome Corsi is one such man. A simple writer from East Cleveland, Ohio, Corsi was swept into the flow of national events by sheer coincidence. The author of Unfit For Command—in which former swift boat crewmen question the validity of John Kerry’s war medals—and a leading voice in the Birther movement, in which elderly white people and former Watergate conspirators question the validity of Barack Obama’s birth certificate, Corsi suffered the awful burden of being the only man in America with access to information disqualifying a popular Democrat from holding the office of President. Twice.