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Dispatches from Hysteriaville

Decry Op-Ed: Enough About SARS, It’s NBA Playoff Time!

Man, first it’s a chemical attack, then it’s a dirty bomb, and now it’s SARS.

Americans across this great nation have initiated their Stupid Ass Response System to an illness with a 6% fatality rate. Shit, I had SARS this week. I felt like crap but I am still alive. Diseases like Creutzfeld-Jakob, aging, cyanide, fire, and AIDS are much worse and you dont see anyone doing anything about those. The bubonic plague has a 60-70% fatality rate and you dont hear people in New Mexico bitching about that. And all of Europe had the bubonic plague once and they still have the energy to build fuel-efficient cars and bulldoze McDonald’s restaurants. Anyway, it’s clear that God is punishing us for something, so my advice is to buck up and wait it out and dont kiss any Chinese people, who are God’s “Messengerz of Massacre.” Word up.

I wish people would start freaking out about stuff that actually matters. Here are some suggestions:

  • The US decided to establish a long-term military presence in Iraq, ignoring the fact that it was the long-term military presence in Saudi Arabia that molded Osamma bin Laden’s worldview. Osamma bin Laden? Who’s that? Oh yeah, that’s that dude who blew up the World Trade Center. Man, that sucked. Anyway, Operation Iraqi Freedom rocks!
  • Congress is filled with bigots. Rich Santorum from Pennsylvania, which was the winner of the Decry 2003 Why Not Move Your State 800 Miles South Because You are So Fucking Backward and Goddam You for Producing Tom Ridge Award, just said that John Geoghan’s abuse of children (including a 4 year-old) amounted to a “basic” homosexual relationship, adding that if the Supreme Court protects the right to have consensual gay sex in your home, “you have the right to anything.” Putting aside the fact that Rich Santorum is totally hot and I’d like to break him off, when he says something like “this right to privacy doesn’t exist,” I become less horny and more freaked out. But still horny.
  • The fact that the mysterious Weapons of Mass Destruction we have not yet found in Iraq have been passed on to Syria, making it necessary to invade, and after conquering them the WMDs will move to Iran, and then via undersea tunnel to North Korea, then into China, Georgia, swooping down into Indonesia, back through to Yemen and Lebanon, and finally, by Concorde to France. The chase is on&#151let’s do it!!
  • JLo and Ben Assfuck are remaking Casablanca. They say it’s a chance to show their love through their onscreen chemistry. I am hoping they demonstrate their love with a double suicide on FOX. Someone beat me to the punch with an un-oneuppable jab that went something like, “This remake is right up your alley if you loved Casablanca but wish it sucked more.” That was funny when they said that. I mean, I really dont think Matt Damon is going to put up with this shit.

Now, if the fatality rate continues to increase, as it has in the past month, and people start dying in droves and those who dont die of the disease get brained by a can of condensed milk in a supermarket rush, then forget I said all this.

Dispatches from Brooklyn

Here is something I put up last week but it didnt work. For the record, we were right on top of this story.

Those of us who were drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon for all the right reasons ($4.99 for a 12-pack), and not because it’s “retro chic” may have to find another beer. So we can use it to bash in the head of some Williamsburg cowboy hat wearing copy editor drinking our favorite beer. Total crap.

Article on how Pabst is popular.

Dispatches from Metafilter

Isnt this just typical Metafilter? These guys cant let go of the noble savage thing.

I’ve just returned from Haiti, spending time volunteering in hospitals and orphanages. It’s a land of incredible beauty and desperate poverty and economic disparity. For many there is still an air of mystery about the culture and the religion,and despite the many rueful hands history has dealt them, the Haitians are remarkably resilient and hopeful people.

Self-congratulatory, celebrating the author’s worldliness and selfless drive to give, using big words and sad, cliche-ridden imagery, and above all, condescending.

Dispatches from Donald Rumsfeld

Donald Rumsfeld, in a press conference yesterday, dismissed media reports that anarchy now reigns in Iraq, noting that:

“Freedom’s untidy. And free people are free to commit mistakes, and to commit crimes.”

In other news, decry henchmen and henchwoman were seen pillaging the burnt-out shell of University Mall. When confronted by police, they claimed first amendment rights. They then left to clobber schoolchildren.

Starting New Things

The college basketball season just came to an end and the NBA season has entered its early morning hours when sleepy fans roll over in bed, squinting, asking “Are you still awake?”

So aside from the violently anticlimactic NBA finals, which the Lakers will probably win again unless the Spurs bore them to death first, what is there to watch on television? Simpsons reruns? Yes. Football? No. Baseball? No.

But why not? Because football and baseball suck. I’d rather watch chess, and at least if you are watching chess there is the chance that Bobby Fischer will freak out and go off on one of his anti-semitic conspiracy rants, or Deep Blue will shoot its opponent with a space laser.

Football and baseball are not interesting to watch and worse, they are jam-packed with the kind of statistical minutiae that thrills nerds like the Plimpton-esque septuogenarian Peter Gammons and the pudges at ESPN. I wish that when we changed our national pastime from baseball to regime change, we had instead changed it to basketball.

And the players are fat and ugly.

For the record, I am only posting this to squash the post below it, which is lewd and inappropriate for younger readers.

So let’s hope that the ordeal of the UNC basketball team will continue for the next few weeks, to at least get us over the hump of the beginning of the baseball season. Here is an email off a message board with some interesting insider info. It is pretty long, but quite interesting.

****************************************
this is from the carolina board
From a very good contact:
“I’ve been privy to a lot of information over the past few seasons, some
of which I have shared before, but most of which I have kept to myself.
Now that the situation has mercifully been resolved, it is time to come
clean. Obviously, this won’t contain every detail, but provides more than
enough evidence to appreciate the whole story.
Think back to long before we ever knew of the problems we were about to
face, specifically Sunday, February 18, at Littlejohn Coliseum in Clemson,
SC. The Heels were ranked #1 in the country, but losing at halftime to the
lowly Clemson Tigers. This is where the downward spiral of the last three
years began.
A lot of people have heard the rumors about Joseph Forte’s “@#%$ you,
Doherty, I’m taking my @#%$ game to the league” comment, after a vicious
tongue-lashing from his head coach. What they don’t know is that even
Forte’s teammates knew that their coach was out of line. Brendan Haywood’s
response was “You need to chill, Coach.” Jason Capel, largely thought to
be feuding with Forte at the time, defended his teammate with “What did he
do?”
Doherty’s response? “Let me @#%$ coach you, just get out there and play
the God @#%$ game.” The problem was, though, that he was doing more
cussing, and less coaching. This began the cycle of berating players
almost ceaselessly until his resignation on April 1.
From there, the end of an 18 game winning streak, UNC went 5-5, including
2 embarrassing losses to Duke, and bowed out in the second round of the
NCAA tournament to Penn State.
That off-season brought Forte leaving for the NBA, followed by the worst
season in Carolina history, during which many fans turned on Jason Capel
because of his perceived attitude problems. It seemed so simple then, but
Capel was fighting an uphill battle against his tyrannical coach.
After the first horrible loss to Duke, Capel couldn’t take it anymore.
“Coach, you need to get your head out of your @#%$ and try to help us,” he
begged, having exhausted all other means of helping his team as a senior
leader.
Doherty’s response was not exactly what the team needed. “Jason, you’re
un-athletic, slow, your brother sucked, and your dad isn’t that good of a
coach. Don’t @#%$ tell me what to do. I’m the God @#%$ coach of this team
and if you want to leave and be a loser like your dad and brother, then go
ahead!”
After Adam Boone, Brian Morrison, and Neil Fingleton had already left the
team to transfer, the story broke about Jawad Williams, Jackie Manuel, and
Melvin Scott considering following out the door. The three then-freshmen
had to be convinced not to transfer by members of the basketball program
(not including their head coach) at the 11th hour, when each of them was
prepared to make their decision to leave public.
As part of the agreement to return, Doherty promised the three players he
would change, and was placed in mandated anger management counseling.
The troubles had already had a strong impact on recruiting. Other schools
used their knowledge of the problems against UNC in head-to-head battles,
and in at least two major cases (Jason Fraser and Torin Francis), the
visiting recruits were told by current and former players who had played
under Doherty not to make the same mistake. Rather than vindictively
plotting against the coach, the players were only looking out for peers
that they had gotten close to through summer ball and all-star events.
That’s where most of the “Torin’s mom didn’t want him to come to UNC” came
from. She was told by current and former players to absolutely,
unconditionally not allow her son to play for Doherty, less he suffer the
same experience they were trapped in.
The summer before the 2002-03 season was relatively quiet, awaiting the
arrival of savior recruits. We all thought that maybe Doherty had changed.
Our thoughts were supported with a Preseason NIT title…until we lost our
first game, a second half meltdown against Kentucky.
The next Tuesday, Doherty may have sealed his own fate during a single
practice, where he targeted Manuel especially harshly. Before practice,
Manuel was warming up shooting the basketball. Doherty walked out and
pounced on his defensive specialist. “Why the @#%$ are you shooting,
Jackie?” Doherty asked. “I’m just trying to get better, Coach.” Then it
really went downhill, in front of the entire team…”You can’t get better.
You are a @#%$ terrible piece of @#%$, Jackie. You can’t shoot, you aren’t
that good on defense, you can’t finish. Why the @#%$ did I recruit you?
You weren’t a McDonald’s All-American. You don’t deserve to wear the @#%$
rubber your shoes are made out of!”
“I should have gotten James White or Julius Hodge. You know how much God
@#%$ better this team would be if you weren’t on it? In fact, come to my
office right now.”
The team follows their coach into his office, where Doherty puts in a
highlight reel of the aforementioned White and Hodge. “See! Look how much
better they are than your sorry @#%$! Get out of my sight!”
A full-fledged player mutiny was underway. Felton, Manuel, Scott, and May
were fed up to the point of quitting the team and walking out of traffic.
Ironically, it was help from Rashad McCants, now public enemy #2 behind
Baddour for the Pro-Doherty crowd, and Will Johnson that convinced those
four players not to leave, but the damage was done. The team sent Johnson
to talk to Doherty, but it was already too late.
One week later, Sean May became Doherty’s target of choice for ridicule in
front of his teammates, much in the same manner as Manuel was attacked,
and very much exemplary of the way Doherty tore his players down. May’s
victimization included being called a “fat @#%$” and this statement:
“You’re not half the man or player your father was.”
It wasn’t just May and Manuel. At some point, every player on the team
received this type of unprovoked, belittling attack in front of his
teammates. Nobody escaped Doherty’s ire, and at one point this season,
every player except for Williams, Sanders, and Grant was planning on
transferring because they couldn’t handle Doherty any longer.
Nor were these isolated incidents-rather, they characterize what everyday
life under Matt Doherty was like.
In early February, Chancellor Moeser called Phil Ford about the whispers
he had heard about the state of the basketball program for the fourth
time. Loyal to UNC to a fault, Ford had felt out of place addressing the
concerns, but now, he knew he could be quiet no longer. He told Moeser the
whole story.
Immediately afterwards, Moeser called Baddour to investigate and examine
the situation. Ford tells the players to keep the issues “in house,”
meaning away from the public scrutiny of the media. Directly afterwards,
the player comments to reporters took a strangely positive turn.
About this time, Scott May became the unofficial voice of the team,
athletic department, and players, all of whom were under strict orders to
keep the problems “in the family.” Meanwhile, the elder May met with
Moeser, Baddour, and Doherty many times during February and March.
After investigating the situation, Moeser tells Baddour to handle the
situation and make a decision in the best interest of the program. The
players are told “if you go through it, we will work it out in the
off-season.” It’s no coincidence that they were told this right before the
thrilling victory over Duke.
More relaxed, the players were able to play with more focus and intensity
than they had since the preseason NIT. I can’t go into specifics here, but
the team’s desire to not play in the NIT and then their inconsistent
performance through much it speaks volumes. They were ready for the season
to be over.
Finally, following the loss to Georgetown, Baddour conducts his meetings
with the players to find out more. Some players have kept diaries,
including 6 pages of critical incidents from Jon Holmes, and Baddour has
his decision by that Saturday.
This is the state of UNC Basketball. As cited elsewhere, Doherty alienated
many people in the athletic administration, including ticket director
Clint Gwaltney, Steve Kirschner, associate athletic directors, associate
chairs, secretaries, treasurers, interns, janitors, and almost everyone
else associated with the program.
Though it’s not pretty, all of the above is absolutely, 100% true. Share
with anyone you think needs to know, but keep my name out of it. I trust
your eyes have been opened a bit by my confessional, though I am sorry for
every Carolina fan that it had to happen.”

Headline of the Day

From the Portland Oregonian:

“Beavers Open Tonight”

Yuck.

Dispatches from Melanie Griffith

guest-Balky: What would be the most romantic way I should ask my girlfriend to marry me?
Melanie: Wow! I wish I knew what your situation was. I would say, if you’re near a beach, to take a walk at sunset. Someplace that you think is really beautiful, get down on one knee, and ask her to marry you. And have a nice ring! If you’re not near a beach, maybe get a big thing of balloons, and then you can tie the ring to the end of one of the strings, and maybe put a card with it, and ask the question with the card. And then hand her the whole bunch of balloons.

Great idea, Melanie. Tie your engagement ring to a big bunch of balloons. Goodbye, engagement ring, see you in heaven. And asking with a card is a great idea&#151you can use the card like a puppet and ask in a funny, puppet voice so if she says no, you can say, “Tell the card, I dont care. It was the card that was asking you.” Then if you have enough balloons you can fly up, up, up and go catch your ring.

guest-LEILANI: My husband is not romantic. What can I do to maybe help him along?
Melanie: I would say get very mysterious. Don’t let him see you naked, don’t be very comfortable in front of him, pretend that you’re strangers still, or just getting to know each other. And it might take a while, but he might start wondering, where did my wife go? I hope!

Yes, get very mysterious, aka passive aggressive. If you ignore him long enough, he’s bound to try to win you back with some kind of fantastically romantic gesture, like picking up whores or driving home drunk after boozing with his friends all night.

Let’s leave our readers with these thoughts, Decry staffpeople!

rdashnay asks: Melanie, how has trying to have another baby affected your marriage?
oneworldlive_melanie: ummm, I think it’s brought us even closer
oneworldlive_melanie: Every time I get my period it’s a time of great sadness
oneworldlive_melanie: Even so, my beautiful husband comforts me and says,
oneworldlive_melanie: ‘Don’t worry we’ll keep trying, we’ll just keep going’
oneworldlive_dr_reichman: That is sweet, isn’t it?

Dispatches from a Crazy Parallel Universe Where a Religious Fundamentalist Runs a Powerful Nation Founded on the Principle of Separation of Church and State

The House of Representatives passed a resolution calling for a national day of humility, prayer, and fasting.

President Bush is expected to set a date for this important day.

Included in the resolution were the following prohibitions:

  • Praying for peace

  • Fasting for peace
  • Praying for humility
  • Fasting for humility
  • Praying that the religious fundamentalists in our government please shut up before you start a holy war
  • Fasting in the hope that the born-again Christian in the White House and his buddies will take their foot off the gas pedal that is driving this SUV into a fucking ditch
  • Praying that next time we start planning for a war 12 years in advance we dont screw it up within the first few days
  • Fasting so that next time we start a war we include the costs for the war in the fucking budget instead of waiting until after the war has started
  • Praying that Bulgaria is indeed a superpower and is not, as we suspect, a tiny former Soviet-bloc country without an army
  • Praying that Micronesia seriously doesn’t count as a whole member of the Coalition of the Willing (like it and Palau and the Marshall Islands are maybe one total member) and that Mongolia is not really sending monkeys to help defuse mines
  • Fasting in the hope that cable news networks will stop using night vision cameras and will start fact-checking their stories before barraging us with them twenty-four hours a day
  • Praying that Butler upsets Oklahoma
  • Praying that it makes sense for our President to say this: “If we’re a humble nation but strong, they’ll welcome us. We’ve got to be humble yet project strength in a way that promotes freedom” but do this: “Shutthefuckup, bitch! Kablaow!”
  • Fasting in the hope that next time we dont elect a President, he doesnt actually become President, but if he does, he doesnt mess stuff up

Dispatches from my Kitchen Door

Dear St. John Street,

On Friday night I discovered that someone stole an unopened pack of tortillas from my cupboard. Needless to say I’m quite angry. I have had recurring problems with someone stealing food from the kitchen but this is so far the worst incident. If you are responsible for taking my food, please write me a letter of apology and reimburse me for the food you stole. Both can be placed outside my door. As I don’t know which house the sociopath is from, I am placing these notes in each kitchen.

-Steve

PS: If you can’t muster the strength for a letter of apology, still reimburse me anonymously.

In other news, Bruce Lionheart was seen early Thursday, chewing with his mouth open. . .

Dispatches from Me, Bruce Lionheart!

Dear Steve,

It is with a heavy hand that I put pen to paper and admit that it was I who borrowed your tortillas. I am somewhat confident it was me, although the tortillas that now sit on my desk as I write do not match your description of the stolen item as an “unopened pack of tortillas.” This pack of tortillas is most decidedly open, and many of the tortillas that were inside the package are nowhere to be seen. Those that remain I advise against eating.

I am willing to arrange an exchange of some sort. I will give you this slightly opened pack of tortillas for, say, some black beans and a wheel of cheese, as tortillas are much better when not eaten cold, right out of the package, in a stranger’s kitchen.

What you may not know is that Friday night is “Tortilla Tuesday [sic]” on St. John’s Street. The locals and I get together for a weekly potluck, often with tortilla-themed events, such as eating tortillas, or preparing tortillas to be eaten. Residents are encouraged, often without their knowledge, to contribute, often without their knowledge.

Thank you.

Yours truly,

Bruce Lionheart