America

Some good theatre

In school, you hear a lot about the cathartic effects of drama,  but sometimes the theatre just doesn’t deliver. I was reminded tonight of those rare times when you leave a play with a sense of awe and uplift.

Recently, I took a freelance writing assignment to preview a play called “Gee’s Bend,” a production by Lexington’s Agape Theatre Troupe. If you want to read the preview, you can click here to see it on the Business Lexington website.

The drama encompasses 61 years and is set in the real life town of Gee’s Bend, Alabama. The Civil Rights movement figures prominently in the play, as do the quilts sewn by the women of Gee’s Bend.

I had researched the play pretty thoroughly for the preview, but as I watched the drama unfold, I was grateful for the opportunity to see it for myself. If you go (Sunday, Sept. 20 at the Opera House in Lexington), you will be treated to a moving story about a woman’s struggle to do what she feels is right in the face of the Jim Crowism of the old South. You will be captivated by black gospel music, sung by three ladies whose voices blend together so well you’d think they were a whole choir (those voices ought to fill the Opera House auditorium nicely). You will witness a history lesson kept alive by the quilts crafted by the determined women of Gee’s Bend.

So, go see the play!

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Two tickets to the gun show

If I have to listen to another McCain ad disguised as a radio commercial for “the big gun show,” I’m gonna puke.

Let’s be adults. The existence of future gun shows is not in jeopardy, and most certainly is not hanging in the balance. So saying that “this might be the last gun show you ever get to go to if the wrong guy gets elected president,” as the ad suggests, is disingenuous at best and outright fear-mongering at worst.

I’ve been to a gun show before, and the guy I was there with bought an AK-47. Let me say that again: A-K-4-7. To say that an AK-47 is a “reasonable” weapon with which to defend your home is akin to telling someone standing in the path of a hurricane that they might experience “a slight breeze.” I’m telling you, these shows are less about upholding the second amendment than they are about folks who just like guns, and they’ll be damned if the gummint is gonna tell them they can’t go hunting with a machine gun. Unless what you’re after is venison jerky, in which case a machine gun is totally appropriate.

And I’m not entirely sure that these gun show managers aren’t breaking some kind of Federal Election Commission regulations by “slipping in an endorsement” for the pro-gun candidates in their show advertisements. Those of you who are more knowledgeable about this than I should feel free to comment.

Another travesty

When I can no longer be served a double latte pretentia mokachino by a bikini-clad barista, then the terrorists have won.

Actually, I don’t even drink coffee. Frankly, there are vices out there that are a lot more fun. I’m not going into detail; just use your imagination.

You have to admit, though, that crossing the pretension of Starbucks with the cultured nuance of Hooters is a novel concept that could definitely have reached an untapped niche market: awkward teenage boys who want their first experience with frothy milk to be special. Because that’s what every hormonally-charged adolescent male needs—a quadruple shot of caffeine. Hopped up and horny is where it’s at.

This place could also have been a great boon to the Belfair local economy, but I doubt it’s the kind of economic stimulation that President Bush had in mind.

One wonders what kind of health plan the owners of Espresso Gone Wild offered its employees. The combination of exposed skin surface area and the use of products that spout scalding hot steam must have made for some high premiums.

Alas, unless the idea of barista babes catches on in more progressive areas of America like….well….oh, gee…let me get back to you on that.

Suck it, George

I thought long and hard about writing something meaningful, serious, and introspective about the meaning of Independence Day, but I’m sick to death of feeling as though I’m mourning my “American-ness” rather than celebrating it. And I’m tired of the notion that if I don’t walk around with a dour expression on my face, fearing for my own life, the terrorists somehow win.

So, I’ll simply say that today we celebrate a group of folks who, more than 230 years ago, crafted a document that basically said, “Suck it, George.” And what’s more, they signed their names to it. Long story short, their bravery all those years ago allows me to write, “Suck it, George” in an open forum such as this without fear of reprisal from my government.

I realize there’s a certain irony to using the phrase “Suck it, George”©, and that using it nowadays might indicate some ill will toward the present administration. But rest assured I would never take such advantage of my freedom of speech by writing “Suck it, George”® so indiscriminately. After all, a phrase like “Suck it George”, while edgy, does not do much to raise the level of debate in this country. “Suck it, George”™ is argumentative without being substantive. And I would never force this administration to kneel stoop to such levels.

They know how I feel about them. As to how they feel about me…

I think they know what they can do with that.

P.S. Tonight’s feature will be “1776” starring William “KITT” Daniels, James “I was the Governor on ‘Benson'” Noble, and Howard da Silva. Funny story…da Silva was blacklisted for more than a decade, the result of being “named” during a HUAC committee hearing. He went on to play Benjamin Franklin in the stage and film versions of 1776. That’s gotta be the epitome of the American Dream!