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-Shady

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I'm trying not to.

…which starts with this great excerpt from Oscar Wilde’s The Happy Prince:

Poignant.

Also, in his first essay in the book, titled Love It Or Leave It, Rakoff veers off on a tangent about Barbara Bush. In the wake of Bush’s death last month, I thought it important to share his thoughts with you:

While we’re on the subject of the horrors of war, and humanity’s most poisonous and least charitable attributes, let me not forget to mention Barbara Bush (that would be former First Lady and presidential mother as opposed to W’s liquor-swilling, Girl Gone Wild, human ashtray of a daughter. I’m sorry, that’s not fair. I’ve no idea if she smokes). When the administration censored images of the flag-draped coffins of the young men and women being killed in Iraq – purportedly to respect “the privacy of the families” and not to minimize and cover up the true nature and consequences of the war – the family matriarch expressed her support for what was ultimately her son’s decision by saying on Good Morning America on March 18, 2003, “Why should we hear about body bags and deaths? I mean it’s not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?”

Mrs. Bush is not getting any younger. When she eventually ceases to walk among us we will undoubtedly see photographs of her flag-draped coffin. Whatever obituaries that run will admiringly mention those wizened, dynastic loins of hers and praise her staunch refusal to color her hair or glamorize her image. But will they remember this particular statement of hers, this “Let them eat cake” for the twenty-first century? Unlikely, since it received far too little play and definitely insufficient outrage when she said it. So let us promise herewith to never forget her callous disregard for other parents’ children while her own son was sending them to make the ultimate sacrifice, while asking of the rest of us little more than to promise to go shopping. Commit the quote to memory and say it whenever her name comes up. Remind others how she lacked even the bare minimum of human integrity, the most basic requirement of decency that says if you support a war, you should be willing, if not to join those nineteen-year-olds yourself, then at least, at the very least, to acknowledge that said war was actually going on. Stupid fucking cow.”

Rakoff didn’t live to see Barbara Bush shuffle off this mortal coil (he died from cancer in 2012 at the age of 47), but I’m doing my best to enjoy it on his behalf.

Stupid fucking cow indeed,

-Shady

Enchiladas instead of burgers, margaritas instead of beer.

fatherhood hasn’t changed all that much.

Printing this one,

-Shady

Get. The. Fuck. OUTTA HERE!

This can’t be real life,

-Shady

So much dialogue! So little description!

…I’m now onto David Mamet’s stage play for Glengarry Glen Ross.

I’ve never actually read a stage play before, but a lot of people have told me that many of my screenplays read like they were written for the stage, so I figured I should check it out.

Not sure what to tackle next,

-Shady

…of the new theme is up! Here it is:

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-Shady

Back when I was living in Columbus, Ohio my friends and I started a quote wall. Whenever a bit of brilliance (or otherwise) poured out of someone’s mouth, somebody would yell “Quote!” thus nominating it for Quote Board status. The quote then had to be seconded by someone (it almost always was), and then it would be written down to be forever immortalized on the Quote Board.

This is the modern day equivalent of that classic piece of my past.

QUOTE BOARD:

“It was as hard as it was for the moment.”

– Ma Shady, STILL not hearing herself speak, 5/12/18

Three gems in a row,

-Shady

Back when I was living in Columbus, Ohio my friends and I started a quote wall. Whenever a bit of brilliance (or otherwise) poured out of someone’s mouth, somebody would yell “Quote!” thus nominating it for Quote Board status. The quote then had to be seconded by someone (it almost always was), and then it would be written down to be forever immortalized on the Quote Board.

This is the modern day equivalent of that classic piece of my past.

QUOTE BOARD:

“How’s he gonna pound that thing with speed when he can barely walk?”

– Ma Shady, STILL not realizing the way that sounded, 5/12/18

One more to come,

-Shady

Back when I was living in Columbus, Ohio my friends and I started a quote wall. Whenever a bit of brilliance (or otherwise) poured out of someone’s mouth, somebody would yell “Quote!” thus nominating it for Quote Board status. The quote then had to be seconded by someone (it almost always was), and then it would be written down to be forever immortalized on the Quote Board.

This is the modern day equivalent of that classic piece of my past.

QUOTE BOARD:

“Rick I get. Dick I don’t.”

– Ma Shady, not realizing the way that sounded, 5/12/18

Get ready for a couple more of these,

-Shady

…of the new theme is up! Here it is:

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-Shady

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