tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65585832011-07-07T16:47:19.364-04:00It is a challenging thing being human. We want the comfort of acceptance while we crave significance. The rare soul is able to release from the bonds of conformity long enough to generate that light we call individuality.Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860246950031659039noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6558583.post-1157865638603171562006-09-10T01:17:00.000-04:002006-09-10T11:02:39.866-04:00

I recently came across a note about an effort to memorialize the victims of September eleventh (2,996: A Tribute to the Victims of 9/11). Being someone who has struggled with the event (much less the effort to address it), I felt compelled to participate. I knew nothing of Donnie Brooks Taylor, his life, his interests, his passions or his accomplishments, I was at a loss to sufficiently address

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There seems no shortage of people willing to express any dissatisfaction imaginable regardless the issue. Were this sufficient to improve our condition, I might be inclined to excuse this activity. However, in as much as criticism does not itself alter anything save the immediate understanding of how the critical perceive, I find myself questioning my own propensity to contribute in such a

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I was sure to inquire, upon our next meeting, how our Mr. Williams regarded the recent justice appointment. As was his custom, he eagerly delved into the issue well beyond any interest I might have expressed. Such are the pitfalls of his acquaintance.“This is precisely where the decision led,” he responded, “well beyond the point of obvious reflection.”“By ‘the decision’, you are referring to Roe

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I found myself alone at our usual table. The club seemed dramatically empty with the absence of our Mr. Williams. However, the lull did afford me an opportunity to more closely ponder recent developments abroad. Particularly troubling was the democratic process completed in the previous week by the homeless Muslims known as Palestinians. Fortunately, as my thoughts became more muddled, E.W.

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Mr. Williams slowly rose as though he had an announcement of some import. “Recent articles have touched on the concern,” he began, reaching for his pipe, “that the majority of U.S. citizens believe corruption to be commonplace in the nation’s capital.”“E.W.,” I said, searching the room for anyone who might have overheard, “please keep such proclamations at a semi-audible level.”Our Mr. Williams

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“It would appear,” I said upon my arrival at the club, “that the celebrated Minister Robertson has long been concealing a spiteful deity from his attentive flock.”E.W., ever the resourceful conversationalist, raised his empty snifter in salute. It was only after I had taken my seat that I realized his gesture was meant as protest rather that acknowledgment. “If I am expected to converse on

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A sense of dread always accompanies an extended absence from our most distinguished club. For the source of this dread, I might point to the distance from a comfortable locale or the yearning for the finely crafted Cuban leaf oft enjoyed in said environs. While these things might indeed inspire a certain mood, they are hardly the nourishment upon which trepidation might be instigated. Instead, my

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“Concerning a recent discussion,” I said, buoyed by a third round of brandy, “I wonder if you’d elaborate on your own position concerning the debacle in Iraq.”Mr. Williams, ever prepared to address any issue regardless of complexity, stared silently for a time, seeming to digest the inquiry. “Sir, you will be so kind as to recognize,” he began, “my status as imaginary confederate before asking

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Where once I'd have assumed the worst, I found myself quietly considering the potential diversions of one Mr. Williams. His myriad interests not withstanding, I found my concern alleviated by the fact that E.W. was a figment of my imagination. While this offered some solace, it failed to deter my tirade upon return of said vagabond.“I'd merely found a reasonably kept men's facility into which I

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I’d hardly settled into my chair before E.W. launched into one of his now-famous diatribes concerning something or other of questionable relevance.“The only thing famous about my diatribes is that you are the extent of my audience,” he barked, “Would that this were sufficient.”“Really, Mr. Williams,” I interrupted, “I’ve yet to have my first sip of brandy. Might your outbursts await civility?”E.W

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I’d recently noted a resurgence of an old political standard making the stump. Possibly the oldest of political accusations, the term ‘liar’ had resurfaced with great regularity. While I am inclined to question neither the accuracy nor the motive behind these claims, I was surprised to hear such questions arise from left-leaning media outlets, particularly when such claims are coming from liberal

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With an abundance of time one invariably encounters any number of purveyors of perspective on a given subject. Such was the case during a recent discussion of the viability of a rise in the current minimum wage. While I am loathe to entertain such an issue without the ear of our dear Mr. Williams, I did find myself engaged on such a subject during a recent sojourn of some not inconsiderable

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There appears no limit to the parade of foolishness that is the human race. Fortunate are we whose faculties are such that we might comment extensively on such a state, particularly when done within the safe, comfortable confines of an exclusive club.“Please explain your prattling,” sniped E.W., fresh snifter of brandy at the ready.“I merely stated,” was my response, “that the delivery of social

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I could do little but marvel at the fervor surrounding the most recent judicial nomination put forth by the beleaguered Mr. Bush. While my interest further waned with the each new opposition to the choice, I couldn’t help but puzzle over the apparent inconsistencies contained therein. Of course, our Mr. Williams did little to aid my distress.“Surely you don’t still harbor some hope,” began E.W.,

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“I am repeatedly surprised by the depths of your delusion,” said E.W., his cup raised in salute. “For you to believe that there is even the remotest of possibility of an audience for your incomprehensible ranting is sufficient cause for concern. However, the idea that anyone willing to suffer through said ravings might have noted your absence is simply beyond the pale. You, sir, are an

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“There will come a time,” began E.W., “in the not-too-distant future, when an individual versed in the arts of litigation will turn his craft on a person or persons who, in his estimation, have inhibited his ability to practice his trade simply by failing to act when presented an opportunity to bring suit against a party accused of negligence or malpractice.”“Sir,” I responded, taken aback by his

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One evening, while enjoying the environs of my favorite establishment, I found myself puzzling over recent legislative and judicial activity. As luck would have it, our Mr. Williams arrived to relieve me of this burden with his quick, acerbic wit.“Of what use is an imaginary companion if he is unable to disencumber his host,” he asked, lighting a cigar I’d had at the ready.“What a fortunate

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I believe that I would be hard pressed to find another individual with the distinction of having an imaginary confederate who, in turn, had his own imaginary confederate. This aside, I recently found myself witness to a vigorous discussion between our beloved Mr. Williams and his esteemed compatriot, Mr. Russell. Had I but a recording device, I might have captured the event for posterity, for

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There was hardly a dry eye in the house as Mr. Williams continued his most recent onslaught. While known more for exhibiting ire than for raising it, E.W. had managed to bring the entire audience to a lather. “Indeed,” he retorted, “Were there members other than yourself, this would be a noteworthy feat.”Noteworthy or not, it was always my pleasure to endure even the most congenial of discussions

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“I simply wish,” stated E.W. “to cut directly to the matter at hand. We bandy about such useless terms as 'a living wage' and 'poverty level'. Rather than lingering on such phrases of social discourse merely for their palatability, let's simply call for a 'common wage' so all these victims of poverty can cease contemplation of the inequities of life.”While I’d often seen our Mr. Williams

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Being a man of substantial means, I am loathe to question the very system which enables my current circumstance. It was on this point that I recently received a significant tongue lashing by the celebrated Mr. Williams. I’d just regained my composure when he launched further into his attack.“Looking around,” he said, raising his amply-filled snifter of fine brandy, “there is little wonder why you

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“We’d hardly completed our thought before the next obsession occupied us,” said E.W., cigar at the ready.I was sure to light his finely crafted Cuban leaf before inquiring further. “Please, sir, elaborate on the issue.”“Little elucidation is necessary, though I’ll accommodate the intellectually challenged by recalling the discussion held here, at this very table, some weeks ago.”He was,

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I recently had the good fortune of enjoying one of the more unique films of recent years. The story, whether inspired by history or not, involved a study of the kitchen habits of a handful of Scandinavian bachelors during the early years of the second half of the most recent century. I was so intrigued by the unfolding drama that I could scarcely contain myself when next permitted an audience

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"I must commend you on your remarkable talent for regularly plumbing the depths of ignorance and stupidity while maintaining an air of competence and certainty. You raise the whole genre of absurdity to a new level."I had grown accustomed to such vitriol from our Mr. Williams, a man known more for his unerring wit than for compassion. Had I known the weight of enduring his seemingly unending

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We frequently encounter a diet of one particular moral conundrum or another. Such is the case in the recent past concerning issues of death and dying. While not eager too meet with my end, I am often perplexed by the seemingly unending effort by some citizens to see that no one is provided an early exit, regardless of the circumstances. Whether the individual be absent of mental faculties, such

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I’d hardly had a bite to eat before our Mr. Williams arrived, full of ceremony and insignificance, wearing naught but a smile and his long overcoat. Had I been a betting man, I might have wagered that he wore a suit of fine gabardine beneath his outer garment, but he gave me little opportunity to speculate further.“We're destroying words - scores of them, hundreds of them, every day. We're

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Since first hearing of the Eason Jordan controversy on February 8th, nearly two weeks after his accusations were ‘misconstrued’, I raised the issue with our Mr. Williams, who was only too eager to contribute his particularly acidic perspective.“The issue,” he began, “is with the utter lack of accountability sought and/or retained by mass media. This controversy joins the unending ‘

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The snow and ice had settled around the club, forcing me to demand an escort over the treacherous pavement. Having entered the warm confines, I made my way to our usual table where E.W. awaited my arrival. “It really is remarkable,” he began, hardly noticing the snow I’d shaken from my coat, “that you are equipped for little more than the inadequate conversation and inept observation for which

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I had hardly begun to enjoy my freshly cut Cuban before E.W. started what amounted to little more than a childish snit. Had I been a less patient person, I might have interceded. However, since I was infrequently spared the bite of E.W.’s ire, I found sufficient will to restrain myself. “There is little more annoying than the insolent servant,” he railed, “Would that I were able to dictate the

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It was on a recent visit to a local theatrical presentation that I began to consider the experience and its historical significance. The fare was little more than a trivial ripple in the broad spectrum of artistic expression and the performance was not particularly engaging. Perhaps it was for these reasons that I began to see the incident from a slightly higher elevation. When I again had the

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Upon a recent perusal of the local newspaper’s light entertainment, I happened upon a remarkably insightful comic strip addressing the ultimate Darwinian concept of survival. Our Mr. Williams, my frequent companion during such times, took the opportunity to expound on the issue. “It is,” he began, indifferent to my lack of interest, “a weakness seldom addressed as it relates to the late

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The outrage recently expressed by our Mr. Williams apparently failed to quell a rather sizeable chip resting squarely upon his shoulder. In as much as there is an opportunity for someone lacking actual physical form to exercise any degree of emotional outrage, E.W. took advantage of a recent window to which I afforded him. "I wanted so," he began, "to delve into the various ways in which our

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I recently raised a most unfortunate topic about which our beloved Mr. Williams was most eager to pontificate. “I am merely repeating,” I explained, “a discussion overheard on a local radio talk show.” At first, E.W. showed some uncharacteristic restraint, “Please, kind sir, elaborate on the argument in question.” I began by describing a most disturbing circumstance being addressed by the show

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While dining in a local establishment of some repute, our Mr. Williams and I had a most disagreeable discussion concerning the rights of the individual. Namely, we were at odds over the freedom of speech, particularly as it is established in our nation’s hallowed doctrine. “Or abridging the freedom of speech,” said E.W., once again, “or of the press.” “This much is not refuted,” I responded,

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I am unaccustomed to ceding any opportunity to question, particularly when our Mr. Williams is proselytizing. However, on this occasion, I was so moved by his vigor that I completely abandoned any attempt at discussion. The evening in question was a recent veterans holiday, and the occasion involved the viewing of a celebrated film dramatizing the Normandy invasion of the last great war: “I am

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I was perplexed by his statement, but still I continued my query. “Mr. Williams, surely you do not believe that the hard-working citizens of this fine nation are opposed to participation in the world market.” “Your penchant for misinterpretation is remarkable,” responded E.W., brandy fresh upon his lips, “But I said nothing of the sort.” “Please clarify,” I implored. “Workers in America

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After months of railing against both presidential candidates, and settling for an exercise of my right to choose someone else via a write-in, I have finally been swayed to vote for the incumbent, warts and all. While the immoral propagandizing perpetrated by the main stream media had already begun to inspire this change, I found no reason more effective than to stand up for my rights against the

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There is a certain measure of satisfaction to be found when the unclear becomes translucent. However, as is often the case, mere knowledge of a circumstance does not equate to understanding. Such was the case with the recent illumination provided by our Mr. Williams concerning the evolving nature of ‘truth.’ I had, it seemed, grasped the influence of interpretation and, consequently, the

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I made the most startling observation on a recent visit to our exquisite club. While dining, I had the good fortune of having the distinguished Mr. Williams join me. He was en route to some function or other, but took it upon himself to determine my disposition prior to departure. His intentions alone are remarkable since our Mr. Williams is little more than vapor in the recesses of my

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While neither Mr. Williams nor I is apt to cede our opportunity to opine, such is the best course when encountering the following article by Matt Taibbi in the New York Press: "It is hard to imagine anything more meaningless, underhanded, vapid, shameless, pointlessly vicious, embarrassing, uninspiring, degrading and even unentertaining than this billion-dollar daily exchange of sneering teenage

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“Surely it is not your intention to degrade this discourse into purely philosophical banter.” Our Mr. Williams, more than one snifter into the evening, had little patience for philosophy. Nonetheless, it was far from my intention. “E.W.” I responded, seeking to preserve the semblance of civility, “I hope you think slightly better of me than to believe that any exploration of ‘truth’ that I

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While there seems no end to stimulating topics of discourse, I recently found myself in a quandary about which subject would be most engaging. This may seem a simple task considering the abundance of issues worthy of note (i.e. from inept document forgery to the opening of a museum dedicated to the memory of native Americans located in the capital of the very nation which wiped out these

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Being a person of virtually unlimited resources, it is often my pleasure to engage in wholly meaningless pursuits solely as a means of occupying my significant mental faculties. I was recently engaged in one such activity when I happened upon the person of our Mr. Williams. He was similarly enjoying a period of blissful idling in which he’d discovered the frightfully pedestrian act of viewing ‘

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“It is a matter of perspective,” I proclaimed, still buoyed by my brandy.“Perspective is not the question,” responded E.W. I frequently disagreed with our Mr. Williams, though seldom had I seen him so reluctant to adequately defend his position. He seemed more inclined to peruse the most-recent issue of Cigar Aficionado than to engage me in substantive banter.“Really, E.W., I find it troubling

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As I am wont to do, I recently puzzled over a particularly consuming conundrum. While in silent contemplation, the stately E.W. arrived on the scene and to my rescue, as it were. After showing his trademark feigned-interest in my consternation, he proceeded to pronounce his expertise in all things critical. “While I don’t doubt the considerable breadth of your intellect, E.W.,” I countered, “I

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As occurs in a regular pattern, I again find myself presented with the task of participating in the selection of national representation. Being a man of some means, I regularly contemplate such weighty concerns in the comfortable surroundings of a most respectable club. On a recent occasion, I enjoyed the company of the singularly engaging Mr. Williams, whose stimulating and thought-provoking

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There comes a time when one requires the isolation of a brief, restful sabbatical. Having neither the energy nor the resources to resist, I succumbed to such an opportunity. However, my medical consultation completed, I resumed my regular attendance of club functions, albeit with an eye toward less intense conversation. It was on one of these visits that I happened upon the celebrated Mr.

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Rather than what often appears to be an interaction replete with seriousness and intensity, I will periodically attempt to engage our Mr. Williams in topics of less import. One such instance occurred recently where, while partaking of a particularly good box of Cubans at the club, we happened upon the topic of athletics. Not being much of an enthusiast for the largely pugilistic interests of the

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Recently, while enjoying a snifter or two at the club with our Mr. Williams, I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the singularly enjoyable Mr. Saunders. While his was a remarkable wit, we fell into several rather serious discourses on the state of current events. He contributed, I believed, with an air of proficiency and aplomb rarely found in today’s circles, regardless of the

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As is often the case when an endeavor requires commitment and perseverance, I am left lacking for the latter. While, in such instances, I often endure less-than-memorable results, I am periodically able to muster sufficient interest to regain my footing. Such was the case with our Mr. Williams who, upon being conjured so vividly in my mind, quickly evaporated into a puff of pomposity lost in the

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The reporter on TV looks like He can’t believe he’s on His frat buddies are laughin’ And I’m chokin’ on my beer Because he can’t be old enough (will he ever be?) To get his fifteen minutes And I’m sitting here Alone, beer slowly receding (okay, not so slowly) In relative obscurity Thank you, Albert Einstein But I can’t get past his Smirk, half-assed effort The tilt of his head And

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No one warned me about The endless onslaught of Those willing to end their Days in the spotlight Of a local TV’s glow Where flies are attracted to The flicker and hum Of children gone hungry From wanting their parents Lying dead in the streets of The world that surrounds us While faces seek Andy And fame which he promised in Manageable portions When I couldn’t care less About

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Recently, our Mr. Williams made efforts to illuminate a rather perplexing circumstance about which I’d voiced my concern. It had to do with the surprising abundance of free time apparently garnered by the esteemed Mr. Bush. In fact, there appeared to be such abundance that G.W.B. felt compelled to undertake the rather thorny issue of a constitutional definition of marriage. Not being one to

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