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Murder She Wrote

There’s every chance

a body

buried illicitly,

meeting its end

less than fortuitously,


the kind of justice

it once dished out


If not,

there soon to be

second loss:

impunity’s own demise


crime’s hidden author

death’s infinitely

more Just toss

Cake Anyone?

An economist is someone urging people to save more, foregoing debt, while with a straight face berating them for not spending enough in order to preserve millions of jobs.

Mix Up

Attention, even though indigenous to North America a Caribou is not a person from Trinidad, Jamaica, or the Bahamas!


It has been called the love of the faceless: it takes an evolved mind to feel a complete stranger’s pain. Hence, goodness is awareness. In other words compassion equates intelligence, and cruelty deep, dark stupidity.


I’ll always love you more than yesterday, Tamara Knight!

Exotic Cuisine (II)

A friend of mine just got back from Bangkok, where he relished dining between the Thais…

Exotic Cuisine (I)

Puss & Pooch: The French eat one, the Chinese the other!


A Journey To The Spring Of Ignorance?

The Great Dictator

Even comedy has to be credible within its own confines and Charlie Chaplin’s final sermon on the mount at a kwatsch Nuremburg Nazi political rally didn’t really match this standard. His final and otherwise laudable soliloquy was not only clearly inherent in the earlier scenes of his own cinematic creation, it was totally unbelievable in its context.

Still this movie was a courageous masterpiece of relevant, urgent political parody and satire of a type no longer matched by anything coming out of Hollywood. Produced in 1940, before the worst of the horrors about the holocaust became known, it presaged the acts of a tragically laughable man prominently holding office in Germany at that very moment and making The Great Dictator a film of sublime timing. Political satire at this level well and truly gone, nobody able to mount a tin pot Mussolini like this, when we have an idiot like Chavez parading around, nobody seeing the parallels between Italy’s Premier tycoon and the tycoon Ayatollahs of Tehran, running ‘sacred’ business empires from behind their tragicomic sideshows and all not so secretly wanting to be Emperor of the World. Or the portrayal of Clinton’s ridiculous, obsessive sexual escapades not rising above the shallow, vulgar level of Saturday Night television treatment.

I saw Chaplin’s film in French on the bilingual French/German Arte channel yesterday, thoroughly enjoying his priceless characterizations, explosive ironies and innovative slapstick. It is said Hitler saw the movie twice, but to see himself replaced by a little Jewish barber as his unmistakable doppelganger, must have sent him into yet another rage and may even have doubled his efforts to wipe out Europe’s Jewry. Chaplin saying that had he known the horrible truth about this man, a thousand times worse than what he could have imagined in 1940, he would never have made the film. One doesn’t joke around with deliberate agony of this magnitude, ever!

So here’s my New Year’s wish, besides wishing you all good health and prosperity, see The Great Dictator and than look around the world, pretending it’s 1940, and maybe we can all do something about our planetary situation.