Monday, July 07, 2008

THE AENEID IN A NUTSHELL

I am ever so glad to be reading the Aeneid without some wart-encrusted old squid of a schoolteacher rapping me on the hand with her long bony finger and demanding to know how many pages I have read.

I don't speak Latin, so I'm reading the Mandelbaum translation. Fagles gives me a headache and Dryden rhymes and gives me two headaches. You, lucky reader, won't have a headache at all. Here it all is, summarized: Virgil (about 70 B.C.-20 B.C. or so) made easy.

When they had birthday parties in B.C., did they have fewer candles each year?

VIRGIL'S AENEID

PART I

TROJANS: All the Greeks are gone! We win!

A VOICE: Hey, look at that great big wooden horse!

ANOTHER VOICE: Cool! Let's drag it in here!

VOICE 3: I don't like this.

VOICES 1 & 2 (unison): Shut up.

SOUND OF RUMBLING WOODEN WHEELS


LATER:

TROJANS: ARRGGGH! HELP! OW! HEY! THERE WERE GREEKS IN THERE! ARGHHH! They are burning Troy and butchering our children and carrying off our women!

Voice 3: Toldja.


PART II.

AENEAS: The Greeks didn't get me! I got away!

VENUS: That's because you have to go found Rome.

AENEAS: Awww, Mom, geez. You're always making me do stuff.


PART III.

AENEAS: Just a few more years of sailing the seas and killing monsters and we'll get to Italy and found Rome.

CREW: Lunch!

AENEAS: Hey, look! A city! A BIG city!

CREW: We want lunch!

AENEAS: I got an idea. Let's go get some lunch!

CREW: Yaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!



LATER

AENEAS: You must be Dido, Queen of Carthage. Can we get some lunch?

DIDO (looking AENEAS up and down): Come into this cave with me so that we can discuss it.

AENEAS: 'Nkay.

[Hot moans, gasps, squeals and grunts begin echoing from cave]

CREW (shouting and interrupting each other): Hurry up in there! It's late! Lunch! Bet he's getting some lunch! Haw! Shut up, you fool! etc.


PART IV


DIDO: Wow, all this time has passed and you are still a great fuck! How do you like your robe and jeweled sceptre?

AENEAS: Well, the accessories are great, but I have to go found Rome.

DIDO: WHAT! What would you rather do, found Rome or stay here with me?

AENEAS: Oh, I'd much rather stay here with you, but the Gods won't let me. 'Bye.


LATER

DIDO: I can't believe Aeneas has done this to me. There is only one thing that a dignified and powerful Queen and ruler and administrator of a great city-state can do.

SUBJECTS: What?

DIDO: Kill herself.

[Sound of body hitting floor]


NEXT: Aeneas goes to the Underworld to have a word with his dad. He sees Dido in the hall but she ignores him like he's just, like, nothing.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

GOOGLE PRIVACY FAQ

1. So it's true? Google keeps everybody's Googles on file? Sure, but only for a short time.

2. How short? Only 18 months.

3. That's not a short time! How do you protect my privacy? We are very strict about that. We don't associate any of your searches with your IP address or any other identifying information.

4. That's good. So how do you find my searches? We use your Social Security number.

5. Oh. Why? Sometimes we need to get information. This can be for a wide variety of reasons, such as the President wants us to.

6. Why would he want to do that? None of your business, 434-90-9099. Although maybe it might have something to do with these medical records of yours.

7. Those are private! You give them to me, you bastards! Ewwww! You had a rectal exam! Gross!

Friday, July 04, 2008

THE DECLARATION TRANSLATED

Here, in full, is H.L. Mencken's 1921 translation of the Declaration of Independence into American English. (Warning: It is most highly un-PC.)


WHEN things get so balled up that the people of a country got to cut loose from some other country, and go it on their own hook, without asking no permission from nobody, excepting maybe God Almighty, then they ought to let everybody know why they done it, so that everybody can see they are not trying to put nothing over on nobody.

All we got to say on this proposition is this: first, me and you is as good as anybody else, and maybe a damn sight better; second, nobody ain't got no right to take away none of our rights; third, every man has got a right to live, to come and go as he pleases, and to have a good time whichever way he likes, so long as he don't interfere with nobody else. That any government that don't give a man them rights ain't worth a damn; also, people ought to choose the kind of government they want themselves, and nobody else ought to have no say in the matter. That whenever any government don't do this, then the people have got a right to give it the bum's rush and put in one that will take care of their interests. Of course, that don't mean having a revolution every day like them South American yellowbellies, or every time some jobholder goes to work and does something he ain't got no business to do. It is better to stand a little graft, etc., than to have revolutions all the time, like them coons, and any man that wasn't a anarchist or one of them I.W.W.'s would say the same. But when things get so bad that a man ain't hardly got no rights at all no more, but you might almost call him a slave, then everybody ought to get together and throw the grafters out, and put in new ones who won't carry on so high and steal so much, and then watch them. This is the proposition the people of these Colonies is up against, and they have got tired of it, and won't stand it no more. The administration of the present King, George III, has been rotten from the start, and when anybody kicked about it he always tried to get away with it by strong-arm work. Here is some of the rough stuff he has pulled:

He vetoed bills in the Legislature that everybody was in favor of, and hardly nobody was against.

He wouldn't allow no law to be passed without it was first put up to him, and then he stuck it in his pocket and let on he forgot about it, and didn't pay no attention to no kicks.

When people went to work and gone to him and asked him to put through a law about this or that, he give them their choice: either they had to shut down the Legislature and let him pass it all by himself, or they couldn't have it at all.

He made the Legislature meet at one-horse tank-towns, so that hardly nobody could get there and most of the leaders would stay home and let him go to work and do things like he wanted.

He give the Legislature the air, and sent the members home every time they stood up to him and give him a call-down or bawled him out.

When a Legislature was busted up he wouldn't allow no new one to be elected, so that there wasn't nobody left to run things, but anybody could walk in and do whatever they pleased.

He tried to scare people outen moving into these States, and made it so hard for a wop or one of these here kikes to get his papers that he would rather stay home and not try it, and then, when he come in, he wouldn't let him have no land, and so he either went home again or never come.

He monkeyed with the courts, and didn't hire enough judges to do the work, and so a person had to wait so long for his case to come up that he got sick of waiting, and went home, and so never got what was coming to him.

He got the judges under his thumb by turning them out when they done anything he didn't like, or by holding up their salaries, so that they had to knuckle down or not get no money.

He made a lot of new jobs, and give them to loafers that nobody knowed nothing about, and the poor people had to pay the bill, whether they could or not.

Without no war going on, he kept an army loafing around the country, no matter how much people kicked about it.

He let the army run things to suit theirself and never paid no attention whatsoever to nobody which didn't wear no uniform.

He let grafters run loose, from God knows where, and give them the say in everything, and let them put over such things as the following:

Making poor people board and lodge a lot of soldiers they ain't got no use for, and don't want to see loafing around.

When the soldiers kill a man, framing it up so that they would get off.

Interfering with business.

Making us pay taxes without asking us whether we thought the things we had to pay taxes for was something that was worth paying taxes for or not.

When a man was arrested and asked for a jury trial, not letting him have no jury trial.

Chasing men out of the country, without being guilty of nothing, and trying them somewheres else for what they done here.

In countries that border on us, he put in bum governments and then tried to spread them out, so that by and by they would take in this country too, or make our own government as bum as they was.

He never paid no attention whatever to the Constitution, but he went to work and repealed laws that everybody was satisfied with and hardly nobody was against, and tried to fix the government so that he could do whatever he pleased.

He busted up the Legislatures and let on he could do all the work better by himself.

Now he washes his hands of us and even goes to work and declares war on us, so we don't owe him nothing, and whatever authority he ever had he ain't got no more.

He has burned down towns, shot down people like dogs, and raised hell against us out on the ocean.

He hired whole regiments of Dutch, etc., to fight us, and told them they could have anything they wanted if they could take it away from us, and sicked these Dutch, etc., on us.

He grabbed our own people when he found them in ships on the ocean, and shoved guns into their hands, and made them fight against us, no matter how much they didn't want to.

He stirred up the Indians, and give them arms and ammunition, and told them to go to it, and they have killed men, women and children, and don't care which.

Every time he has went to work and pulled any of these things, we have went to work and put in a kick, but every time we have went to work and put in a kick he has went to work and did it again. When a man keeps on handing out such rough stuff all the time, all you can say is that he ain't got no class and ain't fitten to have no authority over people who have got any rights, and he ought to be kicked out.

When we complained to the English we didn't get no more satisfaction. Almost every day we give them plenty of warning that the politicians over there was doing things to us that they didn't have no right to do. We kept on reminding them who we was, and what we was doing here, and how we come to come here. We asked them to get us a square deal, and told them that if this thing kept on we'd have to do something about it and maybe they wouldn't like it. But the more we talked, the more they didn't pay no attention to us. Therefore, if they ain't for us they must be agin us, and we are ready to give them the fight of their lives, or to shake hands when it is over.

Therefore be it resolved, That we, the representatives of the people of the United States of America, in Congress assembled, hereby declare as follows: That the United States, which was the United Colonies in former times, is now a free country, and ought to be; that we have throwed out the English King and don't want to have nothing to do with him no more, and are not taking no more English orders no more; and that, being as we are now a free country, we can do anything that free countries can do, especially declare war, make peace, sign treaties, go into business, etc. And we swear on the Bible on this proposition, one and all, and agree to stick to it no matter what happens, whether we win or we lose, and whether we get away with it or get the worst of it, no matter whether we lose all our property by it or even get hung for it.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

LIFE CAN BE PRETTY STUPID

Of course Christie Brinkley tearfully confided all of this to me while I was in Montauk last week, but now that it's all over the news I feel free to comment. Here, according to the New York Daily News, is how her husband was spending his time and his money:
Humiliating details also emerged about how Cook pleasured himself in front of a web cam for broadcast on an adult swinger website, where he was a gold club member. He spent up to $3,000 a month on Internet sex sites, sent e-mails to "19yo slut2" and used logons such as "wannaseeall" and "happyladdie2002."

Now, for one thing, I'd just like to advocate the abolition of the coy mincing term "pleasured himself" and all of its cognates and tenses. Would it destroy the 21st-Century sense of public virtue to say that husband Peter Cook was jerking off, choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, beating the meat, pulling the pole, roughing up the suspect, burping the worm, making a map of Hawaii? No, it wouldn't.

The main thing, though, is this. Peter Cook (a Harlequin Romance name, and he's an architect, too) is married to one of the world's notable pieces of ass. Christie Brinkley may be 54, but when she goes shopping in East Hampton she has to put on an ugly mask. Otherwise guys go flying through the air and fasten their teeth in her ass and she has to walk down Main Street dragging five or six of the dudes behind her like a string of largemouth bass, if you can imagine a string of largemouth bass writhing and sobbing and whimpering and weeping and begging and pleading. She tells me this has always happened to her and that it is very annoying.

And was being married to this spectacular Queen of the South Fork enough for Peter Cook? Noooooooooooooooooooo. Not only is he locked up with his computer, ignoring the very ass that has that very day caused such perturbation on Main Street, not only is he making his map of Hawaii with 19yoslut2, he is calling some 18-year-old bimbo on the phone and fucking her in real life.

My heart goes out to Christie. She needs a shoulder to cry on. Who wouldn't, being married to a guy like that? My wife has a conference in Bolivia or someplace at the end of this month, so it will be a good time for me to drive out there.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

ARCHER IS ANNOYED

Okay, okay, it really was the the the Hon. David B. Sentelle, Chief Judge of the United States Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit talking, and okay, yeah, he is the very same Judge Sentelle who Reagan appointed to replace Scalia after Scalia ascended to the Supreme Court and yes, he is the same Judge Sentelle who tossed Oliver North's conviction on a technicality* and turned Ken Starr loose on the Clintons and who the Supreme Court just smacked down on habeas corpus--no doubt his right-wing creds are in order. So now everyone is in a big fat tizzy.

And why?

Did the judge pull down his robe in the wrong commode? No.

Did the judge type out the wrong suggestion in a kiddie chatroom? No.

Did the judge get caught with a shopping bag full of hundred-dollar bills and a handwritten valentine from a mobster's wife saying "Thanks for doing what we hired you to do in U.S. v. Antonelli, et.als., 678 F.3d 321, cert. den. 822 U.S. 522, and you can have the second blow job any time"?

Nope. None of the above. These are only my vengeful fantasies.

What the judge did was, he smacked down the President on his whole "We got nothing but tearists at Gitmo, trust me, now shut up and go away" thing. Which was surprising enough. But then the judge did the unthinkable.

HE QUOTED LEWIS CARROLL.

In a written opinion.

How aggravating is this? Someone I can't stand, one of our notable bete noirs over here on the leftward edge of the aisle, and he's not only doing the right thing, he's quoting LEWIS FUCKING CARROLL?

My day is spoiled.

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*A technicality is when the other guy wins.

Monday, June 30, 2008

AND YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS


This is the Large Hadron Collider. It is located 330 feet underground on the French-Swiss border. It makes subatomic particles go really fast and, like, crash into each other, sort of like a giant pinball machine, if you can imagine a pinball machine where the balls are
.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001" thick.

A bunch of scientists are are going to start up the pinball machine this summer, and play a few rounds of Space Attack and Jupiter Lady and Foto Finish. This will involve accelerating various mesons, muons, and morons to speeds approaching that of light, then making them crash into each other. (It's kind of a guy thing.)

Among those professionally involved in the project, there exists a minority opinion that may be summarized as follows:

Stop.

Stop Now.

Before you destroy the entire world.

*

The idea is that the Collider will cause the subatomic particles to crash into each other with such force that the collisions may cause mini black holes. Ordinarily, these little buggers are of no concern, since they tend to whiz by at a good clip. The trouble is, if you make mini-black holes under the earth, they might hang around and glom onto each other like bits of bubble bath suds in a tub, growing bigger and bigger until they cause a problem, such as the destruction of the planet.

There are several ways this could come about. If the black hole is small, the planet could be slurped through it and come out really long and skinny. If it's a big black hole--that is, if it sort of tears the fabric of space-time wide open and we go drifting through it--we might not know anything was wrong at all. This is because we'd have no way to compare our present state with the earlier one. You could wake up next to George Clooney or Diane Lane and think, "The thrill is gone."

The most likely scenario, however, if the worst happens, is that we'll simply disappear with a sort of a popping sound and that will be it. Stick your index finger into your mouth, inflate your cheeks, and then flip your finger out of your mouth and you'll get the idea.

Most of the scientists types there say this is all a lot of nonsense. They can't wait to crank up this giant pinball machine. They will start it some time in July. The thing is so huge that it won't be running full speed until September.

That's when the games will begin.

All I have to say on the subject is this:

Somebody better be really handy with the flippers.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

OBSERVATION

"Aeneid" is really, really hard to spell.
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