cheese it, the cops!

Faded love and National Security?

 

In which Crusader AXE muses about the CIA, Roman Triumphs, the Afghan conflict, hubris, schadenfreude, adultery, marriage, hypocrisy and teen age crushes by middle aged men viewed at least tangentally through classic honky tonk music because, that's what I do...

Dusty Springfield and Mitt Romney

There is no possible correlation between Dusty Springfield and Mitt Romney.  However, there may be a correlation between rock and roll criticism, guitar riffs, Dusty Springfield and the fall of the nation state. Enquiring minds should know...so we are polling readers of discernment, politesse and tase as to their points of view on which decades had the best riffs and what the status, relevance and future of the nation-state looks like. I suspect Crispian St Peters Sartwell will agree with me on chronology and its irrelevance to rock and roll while being more articulate by far on his vision for the nationstate. Me, I'm not sure...but then, as with Hamlet's hawk and hacksaw, I can at least tell the difference between Dusty who turned to women for orgasms and men for love as opposed to Mitt Romney who produced his children through Mormon cloning and uses his wife to mount his horse.  

Four years later, as the editor-at-large of STAR magazine, my boss asked me to cover fashion week.

"before starting enbrol, your doctor should check you for tuberculosis." maybe he should check himself before you start it, too.

dangling-mod ad for abc's absurd-looking astronaut show defying gravity: "as astronaut candidates, we are going to challenge you." quite the little role reversal, in which the trainees kick their instructors' sorry little butts.

"before starting enbrel, your doctor should check you for tuberculosis," no doubt because, in such circumstances, he might contract it himself. on the other hand, probably it would be wiser for your doctor, before starting enbrel, to have someone else check you for tb.

dudes. v for vendetta rocks. like: i guess they're making movies for middle aged anarchists, down to the crush on natalie portman. anyway: really.

red cheeks, red cheeks everywhere

i sort of collect dangling modifiers. this, from a sensational, though notably badly written, story in today's guardian: "Initially chubby and red cheeked, Rachel's old friends, shopkeepers and neighbours began to notice the change in her."