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Thank You for Sharing: a Reminiscence of 9/11 |
As revised and expanded for an effect of greater offense against the
public insincerity.
PREFACE
If there is one thing I can't stand it's the kind of phoneys who say,
"Thank you for sharing." I mean, can't you just hear them? "Thank you
for sharing." You just want to wind up, really wind up like a star
pitcher for the Yankees and goose them a good one right after they say
that. "Thank you for sharing."
I mean, wouldn't you like to take them out and hang them up by their
thongs, or their jockey briefs, and leave them dangling, the whole
throng of them from the hooks in the nearest 40's vintage grade school
cloak-room? I would. I hate that expression! Can there not be a sort of
mental retardation diagnosed for the kind of people who talk like that?
They really ought to be institutionalized and put out of range of the
public hearing. It really is an outrage, not just for its own sake, but
for every banality of bourgeois sentimentality that must go with it.
In like fashion, put one of those pathetical little curlicues of
"yellow ribbon" in front of me, and baby--its like a crucifix to the
face of a vampire. I retract in horror, I begin to retch and gag; I
start running for the salle de bain. I put "Thank You for Sharing" and
"Tie the Yellow Ribbon" in quite the same category of particularly
cloying cultural artifacts. It's not that I'm against symbols of
support and remembrance. Not at all. It may be that there are some good
ones, for example: crosses, crucifixes, stars of David, flags,
swastikas, the Hammer and Sickle, the Rising Sun, the Devil's
Pentangle. None of those derive from the worst schlock on the market,
namely a song by Tony Orlando.
I'd like to tie a yellow ribbon around the necks of people who say,
"Thank you for sharing!" And then take them for a walk on all fours,
down Sunset boulevard, being diligent to see they don't pee anywhere
but on the palm trees. Could I really be that mean? Yes! The
symbolism is just too banal, some horribly yellow scrap of polyester
pulled from the pitiful pap of some maudlin pop song? Excuse me while I
puke into this handy bag I keep in my back pocket. Okay. Now, how can
an image like that compare in a power of sincerity to a simple red
Valentine? Why does the symbol have to be so obtuse, so far off around
the corner and down the street from what it's supposed to express?
Why? Because that's the way it always goes in a butt-forward,
blind-leading-the-blind kind of society running on auto-pilot with the
switch stuck.
This story was inspired by the idea that a less figurative, more
literal and as such, meaningful use of the expression, "Thank You for
Sharing" could be found.
As revised (in the opening paragraphs) five minutes ago, on a yellow
typewriter ribbon, for a more strikingly sentimental effect . . .
From: "Mac the Nice" <jpdm45@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Remembrance of 9/11
Date: Thursday, September 14, 2006 1:45 AM
"Thank you for sharing!" she gasped, taking into herself the whole
substance of my offer with one downward plunge. And then, with both her
hands spread out over my very hairy 800 pound gorilla-like chest, she
began ever so generously to show me just how grateful she could get.
That went both ways, needless to say--or 'sharing' is no longer
*sharing*. I was about to share with her that she was "more than
welcome," when just then, a sound of sirens and screaming, and
hysterical horrification from the news channel on the TV distracted me.
I couldn't exactly tell what they were announcing in such excited
tones, so long as this big blonde bombshell of a babe kept chanting,
"Share with me! Oof! Share and share alike! Hah! Sharing is caring!
Whee!" I had to try craning my neck for a look around the pink and
plump 200 pound bouncing mound of her, at the screen on the dresser
over there behind her galloping behind. I did somehow manage to
register, by the LED display on the alarm clock atop the TV, that it
was 7:45 CDT, Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001. But then, as this
babe had suddenly swooped down toward my face for a kiss, I saw it . .
..
"Holy Christ!" I shouted.
"Thank you, Jesus!" she screamed, rocking herself into a roll that took
me, scissored between her thighs, right over on top of her, to wind us
up, good and proper in the missionary position. "Thank you for
sharing," she panted.
"No, no. Jesus, Joseph, Mary! Turn around and see, baby. They've blown
up New York!"
No, I won't soon forget where I was on the morning of 9/11, when
American Airlines Flight 11 went into that North Tower. And the only
reason I was out of bed to see it at all, is I'd been up all night,
flying high like a 767 in preparation for a power dive into a big 23
year old Blondie who'd come home with me from the video store.
The rest here . . .
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
--
Mackie
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
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| User: "Rule Rattray" |
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| Title: Re: Thank You for Sharing: a Reminiscence of 9/11 |
23 Sep 2006 10:52:33 PM |
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"Mackie" <mackiemesser@zoomshare.com> wrote in message
news:1158433383.493370.98090@m73g2000cwd.googlegroups.com...
As revised and expanded for an effect of greater offense against the
public insincerity.
PREFACE
If there is one thing I can't stand it's the kind of phoneys who say,
"Thank you for sharing."
Who gives a *****?
I mean, can't you just hear them? "Thank you
for sharing." You just want to wind up, really wind up like a star
pitcher for the Yankees and goose them a good one right after they say
that.
No, I don't.
"Thank you for sharing."
I mean, wouldn't you like to take them out and hang them up by their
thongs, or their jockey briefs, and leave them dangling, the whole
throng of them from the hooks in the nearest 40's vintage grade school
cloak-room?
No.
I would. I hate that expression! Can there not be a sort of
mental retardation diagnosed for the kind of people who talk like that?
They really ought to be institutionalized and put out of range of the
public hearing. It really is an outrage, not just for its own sake, but
for every banality of bourgeois sentimentality that must go with it.
Not the most petty thing I've heard you *****, whine and wring your hands
about Mackie, but well up in the top ten.
In like fashion, put one of those pathetical little curlicues of
"yellow ribbon" in front of me, and baby--its like a crucifix to the
face of a vampire. I retract in horror, I begin to retch and gag; I
start running for the salle de bain.
What a tender little weakling you are, Mackie. Mr. Princess and the pea.
Four little words cause you to vomit. Wish you'd do it someplace besides
your keyboard.
Rule
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24 Sep 2006 12:26:17 AM |
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"Rule Rattray" <rulerattray@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:EMmdnRqu4omanIvYnZ2dnUVZ_qSdnZ2d@comcast.com...
What a tender little weakling you are, Mackie.
Everyone should really admire your bravery for saying that.
Mr. Princess and the pea.
You should get a medal.
Four little words cause you to vomit.
Pshaw! Sometimes only one will do . . .
Rule
--
Mackie
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com/
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
From: "Mac the Nice" <jpdm45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thank You For Sharing
Date: Thursday, September 14, 2006 1:45 AM
"Thank you for sharing!" she gasped, taking into herself the whole
substance of my offer with one downward plunge. Then, with both her
hands spread out over my very hairy 800 pound gorilla-like chest, she
began ever so generously to show me just how grateful she could get.
That went both ways, needless to say--or 'sharing' is no longer
*sharing*. I was about to share with her how welcome she was when just
then, a sound of sirens and screaming, and hysterical horrification
from the news channel on the TV distracted me.
I couldn't tell what they were announcing in such excited tones, so
long as this big blonde bombshell kept chanting, "Share with me! Oof!
Share and share alike! Hah! Sharing is caring! Whee!" I had to try
craning my neck for a look around the pink and plump 200 pound bouncing
mound of her, at the screen on the dresser over there behind her
galloping behind. I did somehow manage to register, by the LED display
on the alarm clock atop the TV, that it was 7:45 CDT, Tuesday morning,
September 11, 2001. But then, as this babe had suddenly swooped down
toward my face for a kiss, I saw it . . .
"Holy Christ!" I shouted.
She screamed, rocking herself into a roll that took me, scissored
between her thighs, right on over top-side, to wind us up, good and
proper in the missionary position. "Thank you, Jesus!" she panted.
"No, no! Turn around and see, baby. They've blown up New York!"
No, I won't soon forget where I was on the morning of 9/11, when
American Airlines Flight 11 went into that North Tower. And the only
reason I was out of bed to see it at all, is I'd been up all night,
flying high like a 767 in preparation for a power dive into a big 23
year old Blondie who'd come home with me from the video store.
The rest here . . .
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
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| User: "Rule Rattray" |
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| Title: Re: Thank You for Sharing: a Reminiscence of 9/11 |
26 Sep 2006 04:44:29 PM |
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"Mackie" <mackiemesser@zoomshare.com> wrote in message
news:1159075576.980169.217950@d34g2000cwd.googlegroups.com...
"Rule Rattray" <rulerattray@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:EMmdnRqu4omanIvYnZ2dnUVZ_qSdnZ2d@comcast.com...
What a tender little weakling you are, Mackie.
Everyone should really admire your bravery for saying that.
No bravery involved, Mackie, although I'm not surprised you would think so.
Mr. Princess and the pea.
You should get a medal.
Four little words cause you to vomit.
Pshaw! Sometimes only one will do . . .
What a sensitive, delicate little flower you are, Mackie.
Rule
Rule
--
Mackie
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com/
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
From: "Mac the Nice" <jpdm45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thank You For Sharing
Date: Thursday, September 14, 2006 1:45 AM
"Thank you for sharing!" she gasped, taking into herself the whole
substance of my offer with one downward plunge. Then, with both her
hands spread out over my very hairy 800 pound gorilla-like chest, she
began ever so generously to show me just how grateful she could get.
That went both ways, needless to say--or 'sharing' is no longer
*sharing*. I was about to share with her how welcome she was when just
then, a sound of sirens and screaming, and hysterical horrification
from the news channel on the TV distracted me.
I couldn't tell what they were announcing in such excited tones, so
long as this big blonde bombshell kept chanting, "Share with me! Oof!
Share and share alike! Hah! Sharing is caring! Whee!" I had to try
craning my neck for a look around the pink and plump 200 pound bouncing
mound of her, at the screen on the dresser over there behind her
galloping behind. I did somehow manage to register, by the LED display
on the alarm clock atop the TV, that it was 7:45 CDT, Tuesday morning,
September 11, 2001. But then, as this babe had suddenly swooped down
toward my face for a kiss, I saw it . . .
"Holy Christ!" I shouted.
She screamed, rocking herself into a roll that took me, scissored
between her thighs, right on over top-side, to wind us up, good and
proper in the missionary position. "Thank you, Jesus!" she panted.
"No, no! Turn around and see, baby. They've blown up New York!"
No, I won't soon forget where I was on the morning of 9/11, when
American Airlines Flight 11 went into that North Tower. And the only
reason I was out of bed to see it at all, is I'd been up all night,
flying high like a 767 in preparation for a power dive into a big 23
year old Blondie who'd come home with me from the video store.
The rest here . . .
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
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| User: "Mackie" |
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26 Sep 2006 07:01:32 PM |
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"Rule Rattray" <rulerattray@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:nsudneCqEsSiAoTYnZ2dnUVZ_q2dnZ2d@comcast.com...
Everyone should really admire your bravery for saying that.
No bravery involved . . .
So it's just the sort of devil-may-care attitude of a reckless fool? I
considered that possibility as well, but always try to give a benefit
of the doubt to just about any face in the crowd.
Mackie . . .although I'm not surprised you would think so.
Pray tell, how did this jolly little bit of repartee ever come to a
first name basis? I'm sure that nobody by your name rings even the
faintest bell of familiarity on this end--and vice-versa.
What a sensitive, delicate little flower you are, Mackie.
Yes, and as you come speaking to me, a Venus Fly Trap, that goes quite
without saying. But as you continue to go all bug-eyed, flitting and
buzzing around like this, well . . .
"Now you could ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Harry and
Rita Fink/Sam Peckinpah, *Dirty Harry*
--
Mackie
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com/
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
From: "Mac the Nice" <jpdm45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thank You For Sharing
Date: Thursday, September 14, 2006 1:45 AM
"Thank you for sharing!" she gasped, taking into herself the whole
substance of my offer with one downward plunge. Then, with both her
hands spread out over my very hairy 800 pound gorilla-like chest, she
began ever so generously to show me just how grateful she could get.
That went both ways, needless to say--or 'sharing' is no longer
*sharing*. I was about to share with her how welcome she was when just
then, a sound of sirens and screaming, and hysterical horrification
from the news channel on the TV distracted me.
I couldn't tell what they were announcing in such excited tones, so
long as this big blonde bombshell kept chanting, "Share with me! Oof!
Share and share alike! Hah! Sharing is caring! Whee!" I had to try
craning my neck for a look around the pink and plump 200 pound bouncing
mound of her, at the screen on the dresser over there behind her
galloping behind. I did somehow manage to register, by the LED display
on the alarm clock atop the TV, that it was 7:45 CDT, Tuesday morning,
September 11, 2001. But then, as this babe had suddenly swooped down
toward my face for a kiss, I saw it . . .
"Holy Christ!" I shouted.
She screamed, rocking herself into a roll that took me, scissored
between her thighs, right on over top-side, to wind us up, good and
proper in the missionary position. "Thank you, Jesus!" she panted.
"No, no! Turn around and see, baby. They've blown up New York!"
No, I won't soon forget where I was on the morning of 9/11, when
American Airlines Flight 11 went into that North Tower. And the only
reason I was out of bed to see it at all, is I'd been up all night,
flying high like a 767 in preparation for a power dive into a big 23
year old Blondie who'd come home with me from the video store.
The rest here . . .
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
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| Title: Re: Thank You for Sharing: a Reminiscence of 9/11 |
26 Sep 2006 08:53:32 PM |
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"Mackie" <mackiemesser@zoomshare.com> wrote in message
news:1159315292.812194.182680@e3g2000cwe.googlegroups.com...
"Rule Rattray" <rulerattray@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:nsudneCqEsSiAoTYnZ2dnUVZ_q2dnZ2d@comcast.com...
Everyone should really admire your bravery for saying that.
No bravery involved . . .
So it's just the sort of devil-may-care attitude of a reckless fool? I
considered that possibility as well, but always try to give a benefit
of the doubt to just about any face in the crowd.
Mackie . . .although I'm not surprised you would think so.
Pray tell, how did this jolly little bit of repartee ever come to a
first name basis? I'm sure that nobody by your name rings even the
faintest bell of familiarity on this end--and vice-versa.
If you want to be addressed as Sy Grass or Mac the Nice, then say so.
What a sensitive, delicate little flower you are, Mackie.
Yes, and as you come speaking to me, a Venus Fly Trap, that goes quite
without saying.
How dumb, Petunia.
But as you continue to go all bug-eyed, flitting and
buzzing around like this, well . . .
"Now you could ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Harry and
Rita Fink/Sam Peckinpah, *Dirty Harry*
Your hero, huh? (Fictional, of course.)
--
Mackie
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com/
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
From: "Mac the Nice" <jpdm45@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thank You For Sharing
Date: Thursday, September 14, 2006 1:45 AM
"Thank you for sharing!" she gasped, taking into herself the whole
substance of my offer with one downward plunge. Then, with both her
hands spread out over my very hairy 800 pound gorilla-like chest, she
began ever so generously to show me just how grateful she could get.
That went both ways, needless to say--or 'sharing' is no longer
*sharing*. I was about to share with her how welcome she was when just
then, a sound of sirens and screaming, and hysterical horrification
from the news channel on the TV distracted me.
I couldn't tell what they were announcing in such excited tones, so
long as this big blonde bombshell kept chanting, "Share with me! Oof!
Share and share alike! Hah! Sharing is caring! Whee!" I had to try
craning my neck for a look around the pink and plump 200 pound bouncing
mound of her, at the screen on the dresser over there behind her
galloping behind. I did somehow manage to register, by the LED display
on the alarm clock atop the TV, that it was 7:45 CDT, Tuesday morning,
September 11, 2001. But then, as this babe had suddenly swooped down
toward my face for a kiss, I saw it . . .
"Holy Christ!" I shouted.
She screamed, rocking herself into a roll that took me, scissored
between her thighs, right on over top-side, to wind us up, good and
proper in the missionary position. "Thank you, Jesus!" she panted.
"No, no! Turn around and see, baby. They've blown up New York!"
No, I won't soon forget where I was on the morning of 9/11, when
American Airlines Flight 11 went into that North Tower. And the only
reason I was out of bed to see it at all, is I'd been up all night,
flying high like a 767 in preparation for a power dive into a big 23
year old Blondie who'd come home with me from the video store.
The rest here . . .
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
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| User: "smw" |
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16 Sep 2006 04:47:05 PM |
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Mackie wrote:
As revised and expanded for an effect of greater offense against the
public insincerity.
PREFACE
If there is one thing I can't stand it's the kind of phoneys who say,
"Thank you for sharing." I mean, can't you just hear them? "Thank you
for sharing." You just want to wind up, really wind up like a star
pitcher for the Yankees and goose them a good one right after they say
that. "Thank you for sharing."
I mean, wouldn't you like to take them out and hang them up by their
thongs, or their jockey briefs, and leave them dangling, the whole
throng of them from the hooks in the nearest 40's vintage grade school
cloak-room? I would. I hate that expression! Can there not be a sort of
mental retardation diagnosed for the kind of people who talk like that?
Eh, where I live, "thank you for sharing" means "I really didn't need to
hear that." Get with the times, man.
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| User: "Mackie" |
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| Title: Re: Thank You for Sharing: a Reminiscence of 9/11 |
16 Sep 2006 05:39:40 PM |
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"smw" <smwei@ameritech.net> wrote in message
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I mean, wouldn't you like to take them out and hang them up by their
thongs, or their jockey briefs, and leave them dangling, the whole
throng of them from the hooks in the nearest 40's vintage grade school
cloak-room? I would. I hate that expression! Can there not be a sort of
mental retardation diagnosed for the kind of people who talk like that?
Eh, where I live, "thank you for sharing" means "I really didn't need to
hear that." Get with the times, man.
Thank you for sharing!!
--
Mackie
http://vignettes-mackie.blogspot.com
http://whosenose.blogspot.com
http://doo-dads.blogspot.com/
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