Find a parade and pretend to have been in it all along, even though you showed up a bit late...
Down in L.A. for the weekend, reading the L.A. Times in actual dead tree form for the first time in months, I noticed an exquisite, unwitting irony. (You have to assume it's unwitting, anyway.)
This exploration of Hollywood's alleged moral quandary about whether Roman Polanski's past sexual transgressions preclude his being recognized as a great artist was placed right next to this piece containing an anecdote about a Sundance screening of a documentary on the Weather Underground, which included a promotional appearance by Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn. The latter even quotes an audience member's question to one of the guests of honor: "what advice," asked one woman, could Dohrn "give to a young revolutionary?"
Aha! thinks I, what a perfect set-up for the first post of my long-planned, never-quite-executed return to blogging after a month's idleness. Quote the "dig it they killed those pigs" speech, note the three-fingered fork salute, excoriate Ayers and Dohrn and the ninnies who coddle them-- the post practically writes itself.
As it happens, Matt Welch already noted it. Read his post on it. It's precisely the post I had planned. Not that I would have actually got around to writing or posting it. And not that I would have done it as smoothly. (I've had these little "why I oughtta" moments several times a day over the last month.)
Also check out Matt's lengthy excursus on REO Speedwagon's "Keep on Loving You." (No, really.) I'm not going to pretend to have been in that parade, but it's unexpectedly interesting stuff.
Posted by Dr. Frank at February 3, 2003 08:50 AM | TrackBack