Don’t have the words for this one, but for any foodies out there, this is the web site for you. Check that: for any foodies out there with a macabre bent, this, my friends, is the website for you: http://www.deadmaneating.com/index.htm. The site, Dead Man Eating, catalogues the final meals of the condemned. Inquiring minds, I suppose, need to know. Of course, it’s hard for me to be pious about the site, when I couldn’t stop reading it. To wit: is there some correlation between high fat eating and crime, or when you only have hours to live do you concern yourself a bit less with cholesterol?
Archive for the ‘Politics’ Category
Dead Man Eating
Thursday, July 9th, 2009Send in the Clowns
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009Here’s how The New York Times put Al Franken’s official ascent (or decent, depending on your perspective) into the Senate: “Franken, Without the Quips, Takes On New Role.” http://tinyurl.com/npccxp .
That’s right–we’ve begun sending in the clowns. Franken, a comedian, is now a senator and, well, I couldn’t be happier. I’m not necessarily talking politics here; just propriety. We don’t have to put on our hip high boots to wade through the sordid details, but both sides of the isle have revealed themselves as degenerates of one laughable (or tragic, depending on your perspective) degenerate stripe after another. Why stand on ceremony anymore? Why not skip the middleman altogether and start sending in the clowns directly? And could this maybe be the start of an even more fitting turn of events? Can we start sending in the pimps too?
Governor Twit
Thursday, June 25th, 2009A new technology really only serves mankind if it provides another way for politicians to get into trouble. Toward this end: all hail Twitter. In the past few days, we’ve seen an re-rising Newt Gingrich shamefaced because of a careless tweet, accusing the new Supreme Court nominee of racism. Then came South 
Carolina’s Love Guv. Or, uh, more accurately–South Carolina Love Guv Mark Sanford’s ghost tweeters. Apparently, while the governor disappeared to parts unknown (later revealed as an Argentinian love nest) the Love Guv’s ghost tweeters were dutifully carrying on, sending out innocent 140 word Gov-missives, as if all were normal and the Gov was not “spending the last five days of my life crying in Argentina,” which, come to think of it, would have amounted to a pretty good tweet.