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I had been waiting to go see this.

There is a guy who used to live in the Hotel I live in.
He had been on television at one time, and he has connections, so
he gets free passes to the movies.
The Hotel then passes them out once a month to tenants.

I used my free pass to go see this.

I wanted to like it more than I did. But I liked it just enough.

I don’t usually take in the hype surrounding current events.
I don’t have a television. I don’t read the newspaper. I don’t talk to people.
The shit I do on the internet usually involves writing of one sort or another, porn, or the website for the construction company I’m working with.

But I’d heard about Into the Wild.
After the hype. After the expectations, it’s a story of
a real person.

It’s a fitting tribute, and I was moved.

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My favorite minute and 18 seconds ever on television.

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I have a new hero.

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go find

His name’s the link.

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This is the woman I love.
I just love her. Say you do too…

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Partly because I’m tired of looking at Rosie’s smiling, dead ass every time I come here, partly because it beats doing my laundry, and more importantly because it means so much to me I’d like to turn you onto:

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This is me:

There are white lines in the middle tooth.
That means root canal.

But it didn’t take, so the tooth is infected.
That means I’m on antibiotics for a week.

Then I get to have the root canal done again.

One more reason
you’re glad you’re not me.

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P.S.
I changed the date of this poast so
I don’t have to look at it first thing, and so the GPP is still up top.

I wanted to title this: What’s worse, Apathy or ignorance, but I felt that people would either not know, or not care, what I was talking about.

That’s a joke which I learned wasn’t really a joke when I helped my cousin Rose Ann Vuich campaign for Senate. She walked right up to a door, knocked on it, and when the woman with curlers looked through the screen door, (I love Americana), Rosie told the woman she was doing a survey and asked which was worse in this country, Apathy or ignorance? The woman said she didn’t know, and she didn’t care.

Rosie used to call me Luke Ma Gluke. A pretty weak joke for a State Senator. But, I’m the writer, so who cares, you know? This was some time ago, and Rosie is dead so there’s really no point in my name dropping. No one remembers Rosie, no one cares that she was the first Woman State Senator, no one thinks about her. Rose Ann Vuich has returned to whence she came. She’s an Average American once again.

Then I realized that this piece was inspired by reading an interview with

Mort Sahl. < <---Interview|-|Clip -->> Mort Sahl

If you don’t know who Mort Sahl is, find out. Find out.

Find out who Mort Sahl is, because he is the voice of freedom in America, as our Comedians are supposed to be. Mort was just asked about Barack Obama. Obama is a black guy made in the lab by white guys, Mort said.

Mort Sahl is unknown by a great many younger Americans, probably because Americans have become ignorant, and their short attention spans have been farmed out to the highest bidder with pop-up adds. Satire has been superseded by instant text messaging.

There seems to me no point in saying this person is the Bill Hicks of today, or that Person is slaughtering the sacred cows of today when Mort is still alive. And he is unknown.

Comedians. What? Benny Hill, right?

Oh, no you say. Lenny Bruce. He said Nigger, cocksucker and the like. Lenny was telling Mother-in-law jokes ’till he listened to Mort. And Mort is still alive.

Mort Sahl defined himself this way:

“Will Rogers…used to come out with a newspaper and pretend he was a yokel criticizing the intellectuals who ran the government. I come out with a newspaper and pretend I’m an intellectual making fun of the yokels running the government.”

Just as pertinent today, just as fresh, just as vital. Just as forgotten as Rose Ann Vuich. There was a sting operation to catch Senators in the thick of it. Rose was among those who came out unscathed. A simple person from the heartland of America, making a difference for those who trusted her. I see Mort the same way.

I only hope to be remembered so anonymously, if I am remembered at all. Life is for the living. Mort is alive. Get to know him.

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