Updated: Thursday, 27 JUNE, 2002
RDR:
The way I understand it, Homies, is that old John has people all over the Washington, D.C. Beltway area checking their maps. They are trying to figure out how close the "dirty bomb" -- a homemade nuke --- would have come to spreading toxic radioaction to their palatial cribs in Silver Springs, Maryland, or Alexandria, Virginia. The lobbyists wives and social butterflies in the Georgetown district of Washington, D.C, our nation's capital, are thanking their lucky stars that Attorney General Ashcroft was able to unearth this latest dastardly terrorist. We should be, too, I'm told.
Yet, a lot of thoughtful people are asking another question: Is this just another Super Cynical "wag the dog" move by the Bush Leaguers to take the heat off the Adminstration for maybe --- just maybe, possibly --- being suspected of being napping about the 9/11 attack? Is Ashcroft's dramatic announcement supposed to make us forget about the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) just the week before pointing the fingers at each other for respectively dropping the live ball? Just asking...MORE
TABLOID HART:
by THOMAS HART
Austin, Republic of Texas - First my goddess, J-Lo (a.k.a. Jennifer Lopez), up and gets married on me. Then that dim bulb, Liz Hurley, gets knocked up by "Hollywood mogul" Stephen Bing. But that ain't the worst of it: Now, fellow Sanitation Engineers, we find out Dollar Bill Clinton made over $9 Million on speaking tours since leaving the White House.
All his danged legal bills is already paid off and the ink ain't even dry on the various indictments!! Dollar Bill has already made more money flapping his lips than Eminem or Snoop Dogg combined. And one hell of a lot more than Gennifer Flowers or Paula Jones would ever make posing for Playboy magazine.
Makes all the real trailer trash men among us want to stand up and cheer, don't it?...MORE
POWERSSOUND
by BOB POWERS
Marietta, OH, USA - New Orleans jazz can be mesmerizing and sometimes it seems merely ordinary. The secret, as in all music, is in the playing. Good musicians can produce good music. Great musicians are likely to come up with sounds that seem heavenly.
Dr. Michael White plays clarinet as well as anyone currently doodling on that magic stick. If you question that statement, just pick up a copy of the good doctor's new CD, "Jazz from the Soul of New Orleans" (Basin Street Records). It will convince you....MORE
VOX POPULI
by YOU
THE WORLD -
Subject: Future Sex
Hi Rod
I work for a television company in London and we're making a programme about the future of sex. I've just read the article 'Future Sex' and love what you have to say and i'm hoping that we could have a chat about it.
Please give me a call on 011xxxxxxxxx or email
I look forward to hearing from you
Best wishes
From Deidre D., SCream Films, London, UK:
Deirdre D.
Researcher...MORE
THE SEX COLUMN:
by CHARLIE THE TUNA
San Francisco, CA, USA - Your master of The Battle of the Sexes, your personal trainer in coitus infinitus, the man who has four ex-wives to show for his horn-doggism --- yes, me, Charlie the Tuna --- gets hella e-mails. I'd say I get more e-mail sent to me than even our publisher.
Yep, a lot of it is hate mail.
But every now and again I get invitations to appear on TV and such --- as you'll see on this issue's "Vox Populi" page. My point: our Esteemed Editor makes each and every one of us at G21 read all that damned mail. Sometimes he even insists that we respond.
This here column is in response to an article by a harridan at AlterNet sent to Charlie by one of my big fans Out East. You'll love what this wench had to say about that HBO television show "Mind of The Married Man". Gag me!..MORE
MY GLASS HOUSE:
by ROD AMIS
NEW ORLEANS - 19 June, 2002: I began last week's entry in this on-going diary of my travels (travails) saying that I had moved "toward" the French Quarter. I misspoke. The correct word to use was "to."
I am now working as a dishwasher at a "gourmet" pizza restaurant and counting pennies. I live directly above a popular bar that offers live (loud) music seven nights a week and directly across the street from another popular bar that also offers live (loud) music many nights and, most definitely, on weekends. Local drunks and the tourists like to stand outside of these bars on the street corners during the band breaks. Like all drunks, they talk loudly. I get to hear all the wisdom they can spout in the upper decibels. I get to hear their life stories and their angers.
Listening to them, I wish I only lived in the quiet of this ether. Am I the only person in America who still appreciates SILENCE?...MORE
