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convincing even the sternest-hearted disbeliever [May. 28th, 2009|07:19 pm]
Ralph Nader
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]

In high school I had to do a monologue for acting class. I found a short story called Legion of Doom by Kurt Luchs, added a paragraph or two about nonsense porn, and did it. It is my favorite.

Adventure Week: The Legion of Doom
It was madness, I tell you, nothing but madness. Why else would we have followed that slavering martinet Sergeant Delgado over miles of molten dunes into the heart of the Sahara — and us with nothing to drink but our own saliva? And then to come suddenly upon the impenetrable fortress of Nad Elyauq, to fix bayonets and charge its granite walls screaming our lungs out, only to realize it was a mirage, a vapor steaming from our heat-crazed brains — I ask you, were these the actions of healthy men?

But such is life in the Legion. One minute reclining at the Casbah beneath waving palm fronds as dark-eyed concubines ply you with figs and potent liqueurs; the next minute finding these same sweet maidens have parted your hair with a scimitar.

Like so many others, I first joined the Legion to forget a woman: my wife. In fact, most of the men in my company had enlisted for the same reason: to forget my wife. After a few hellish days of basic training, we had forgotten all about forgetting her and tried instead to forget our tormentor, Sergeant Delgado.

Delgado was a Spaniard, with olive skin and pimento eyes and jaws like castanets. Rumor had it that he was a former bullfighter who had been ejected from the ring for goring a fellow toreador. In the Legion his native cruelty was given free rein, yet he was capable of surprising tenderness and concern for our well-being. Once a private on the verge of starvation stole a crust of bread from the commissary (a serious offense in the Legion, where snacking between meals is forbidden). Delgado assembled us outside the mess and confronted the thief.

"Which is the guilty hand?" the Sergeant asked.

The man held out his left hand, which trembled violently right up to the moment Delgado lopped it off with his saber. As the Sergeant wiped the blade on his pantaloons and turned to leave, the man hissed through teeth clenched in agony:

"Begging your pardon, sir, but the mistake is all mine. I'm afraid my right hand is the real culprit."

The whole company fell silent, waiting for Delgado's customary obscenities and the poor thief's instantaneous decapitation. Instead, the Sergeant wept inconsolably and apologized, accepting all the blame and calling himself "a first-class knucklehead." Then, with infinite regret, he cut off the man's other hand. We were profoundly moved.

Delgado once spoke in confidence before a battle:

"The porn I like is scrumptious as a wedding cake frosted with icing sugar and coconut and stuffed with caramel pudding and mayonnaise and Hershey's syrup, and smoked salmon, and should be smeared and drooled accordingly. In the porn I like, everyone is satisfied, and educated, and wealthy, and contributes to worthy causes like Amnesty International, and sometimes the charity and the porn are suffused in a warm spiky glow that emulsifies their elements into a jellyish wash that engulfs and convinces even the sternest-hearted disbeliever."

We lost the battle miserably.

We learned the meaning of the Legion motto, "March or die," by carrying the heaviest military backpacks in the world. Each was a carefully designed desert survival kit containing blankets, sheets, a down comforter, embroidered pillows, an easily assembled four-poster brass bed and canopy, 2000 rounds of ammunition, an extra rifle and bayonet, enough bricks to build a walled fort, two liters of water, eight liters of whiskey, a copper cooking pot, a side of beef, a side of pork, a side of hydrolyzed vegetable protein, two complete extra uniforms and an extra Legionnaire.

A man could march about five feet with this monstrosity on his back — a distance that increased to 50 miles at the point of Delgado's bayonet. To his credit, the Sergeant led us every step of the way, though due to a severe case of corns he had to be carried on a velvet litter while we marched and sang.

Legionnaires love to sing, particularly their theme song, "Le Boudin" (literally, "the blood sausage"). During Maurice Chevalier's little-known enlistment in the 1920s, higher-ups considered changing the theme to "You Brought a New Kind of Love to Me." But then Chevalier was dishonorably discharged for creating an "obscene public display" (he removed the veil from the wife of a local sheik), and the idea was dropped.

For many, the Legion is the only alternative to a jail sentence. It will overlook petty crimes such as homicide and kidnapping if a man has something substantial to offer — say, a cold case of Coors. It is an open secret that, while the Legion enforces strict prohibitions against practically all other vices, it has no rules against drinking. Alcoholism is indeed the real "Legionnaire's Disease." Moonshine was common. I remember a home-brew made of fermented cactus rinds and camel droppings, with just a pinch of cinnamon for flavor. We would sip this concoction until we saw two of everything, including our paychecks. Then we would cash the extra checks and send the money home to mother.

I hope my remarks have not given the impression that life in the Legion was an unending round of degradation and torture. Far from it! A Legionnaire is as fond of fun as the next man — even more so, for in the Legion the next man is usually maimed or deceased.

Our favorite holiday was the Feast of Camerone, held every April 30. This commemorated the massacre at Camerone, Mexico, in 1863, when Captain Jean Danjou and his force of 46 held off 2,000 attackers, finally perishing as Danjou led the last desperate bayonet charge. To celebrate this brave occasion, Sergeant Delgado organized us into teams of "attackers" (the enlisted men) and "defenders" (Delgado and his staff) and had us re-enact the battle. Strictly speaking, these games were played more according to the spirit than the letter of historical reality. That the "defenders" were armed with real bayonets and the "attackers" only with camel-hair brooms we put down to the Sergeant's innate sense of fair play.

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Jungle Boy [May. 22nd, 2009|01:43 pm]
Ralph Nader


you know.

(Highlight for hints)
HINT 1: Picture from a 1965 episode of Gilligan's Island. He was 14 years old.

HINT 2: He played pro baseball (2nd base, AA club- California Angels) until a torn shoulder muscle forced retirement in 1973. He was hitting .563 at the time.
HINT 3: He is an FAA licensed Private Pilot , member of the NRA, and was Ted Nugent's best man.
HINT 4: Snake Plissken is the favorite character he's ever played. He auditioned for the roles of Han Solo and Flash Gordon (But did not play them).
HINT 5: Kate Hudson, daughter of Goldie Hawn says she's always considered this man, Goldie's current partner of 25 years, to be her father.
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movin and shakin [May. 19th, 2009|11:44 am]
Ralph Nader
[mood |sleepysleepy]

Video of fetus crying:

Doctors suck. Everything has to be difficult. Why does everything have to be difficult?
Also, Ebay has stolen money from me and will not return it. NEVER AGAIN, you bastards.

We are moving this weekend! OMG! I want to pack, but there's not much to do. We have to move boxes of shit into the cars and put clothes in trashbags... but that's about it. All the shit is pretty much contained in shit boxes. Ah, well. But there is much to do when we arrive!

I've been playing King's Quest Six again... 1992. What a trip! Next on the agenda are the Monkey Island games. Also I'm trying to remember a game from around the same time- 90's, for the PC, looked like it was made of clay. Great animation for the time- but the same kind of fantasy/adventure environmental game. Will work on finding the name of this gem...

I have been having crazy fucked up dreams.
sleep is for the weak.
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ann'ee though e rannawaaaaaahhayyyyy... BRANDED!!! [May. 17th, 2009|11:06 pm]
Ralph Nader
Today I want to talk about branding. Why can Rachael Ray sell balsamic vinegar, EVOO, beef & chicken stock and Noodles for $50?

Because she's Rachael Ray. Because she can.

Can I do this? no. Chef Duff can fetch one thousand dollars at a cake auction. I could get maybe $15. Duff is a brand, and us schmoes are lucky to live in the same dimensional realm.

Celebrity is the reason for inflation.
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A++ [May. 15th, 2009|10:46 am]
Ralph Nader
[mood |bouncybouncy]

I get a gold star. I can grow a person juuust fiiiine.

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zomg [May. 14th, 2009|07:43 am]
Ralph Nader
[mood |nervousvery nervous]

second ultrasound today. I feel like I haven't studied for a big test and I'm tooootally screwed.
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like a volleyball. I'm not kidding. [May. 12th, 2009|10:00 am]
Ralph Nader
I went out of town for a couple days and got back late last night and my husband had gone =(

I made some tea and moped around for a bit, when he came home with THE BIGGEST ARTICHOIKE I HAD EVER SEEN and a yummy mango!

hee. My husband loves me! He the best.
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introducing the Dijon Hellburger, coming immediately to a TV near you for a forever-time! [May. 8th, 2009|05:28 pm]
Ralph Nader
today I have weird face hives or acne or something.

In other news, I got shining wool FINALLY!! Now I can upgrade my rucksack and have 30 spaces, yo! I iz excited!

MY mother in law retires today and should I sign up for a childbirth class? I don't think 8am yoga at the Y counts.
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(no subject) [May. 6th, 2009|05:26 pm]
Ralph Nader
[mood |angryangry]

shut up, star trek.
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bits n bits [May. 5th, 2009|02:11 pm]
Ralph Nader
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[Current Location |barking dog city, NC]
[mood |exanimateexanimate]
[music |the barking dog orchestra]

I havs to get my license plate out of trouble. TO DA DMV!!!!

here's a tip, folks: don't let your liability insurance lapse. for ANY REASON, even a good one. Or else the DMV will donkey punch you.

The golf channel has been showing an interview with Tiger Woods all day. That being said, I have been watching the golf channel all day.

Update to NoHeed. Apologies for the crumminess.
Out of practice + glitchy mouse = crummy.

Do babies drink water? People need to drink water.
I think I'm going to be a hit-or-miss mommy.

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