Before you object to the title here, insisting that I use *physically challenged*, please read the AP story by Alison Schlesinger which appeared online the other day.

Once you take in what it means for a young T-ball coach to hire a healthy hit kid (eight-years-old) to *take out* a not-so-healthy youngster –oh, excuse that expression too!– you can let me know…what’s appropriate…action…perhaps.

Like leaving this planet? Or at least this state of things, these *United States*? Excuse the expression, once again, please.

What are they going to do by gnarling Karl? Snarling at Bush.

This will be short, unlike the pathetic prolongation of the latest Talking Heads’ Headline.

Another form of distraction from the action that’s needed.

“Hardy Full-bodied Laughs & Resting On Our Investigative Laurels” was my initial title.

In the early seventies, I studied with Professor John McCabe in an Ed.D. program at New York University’s School of Education. For two courses, one in Shakespeare and the other in Comedy and Tragedy, getting ready to do my dissertation in Educational Theatre. However, it’s the insights he provided respecting Laurel and Hardy’s work that are ringing in my political ears today. Specifically, a test run for *The Perfect Day*.

At the Newsreel Cinema in Birmingham, England, a sample audience was subjected to a showing of the early fifties sound short, their responses carefully monitored. Special attention was paid to one particular sequence which elicited seven full-bodied ten-second laughs.

> “I’d love to say we’re going to see green in our lifetime. It’s kind of an aspirational state, but I can’t tell you in the foreseeable future we’re going to be below yellow.” That’s what Michael, Homeland Security Head, had said.

Mmm….

Mexico, Maine, not very far off from the longitudinal line of *Marlborough* (is how The Mastermind liked to spell it), went up –the little red brick building and its immediate area– at virtually the same time as the white house hugging the nearby rugged, but beautiful private island of Manticus, one of the last places in Mooseland where the old Down East lifestyle survived in anything like its pure form, unspoiled and unpretentious. The Wyman Dam, so crucial for the Kennebec, *went* at the same time as the residential village situated along U.S. 201 which housed most of Moscow’s citizens. 11:09am (EST) all, all on time. 07/07/07.

“The bombs on the subway went off within a span of 50 seconds Thursday, suggesting detonation by synchronized timers rather than suicide bombers, police said, revising earlier accounts that the blasts occurred within a 26-minute span. An explosion tore through a double-decker bus nearly an hour later.” — Matt Moore, Associated Press Writer

Seconds apart? What happened to the other timeframes that were posted all over the world earlier, one of which — the *temporary official* one, I guess — emphatically declared that the blasts were 26 minutes apart?

1.Why was there no “closing” of mass transit following the first blast? Look at the time differential between the first and third/fourth explosions. This is particularly curious, considering that Israelis, apparently, had prior warnings of imminent attacks (plural).

2.Should Bono put on a London Underground Concert — the largest ever — with or without Geldorf?

3.What exactly would “the public” (or anyone else, for that matter) DO…if it could be proved — as definitively as some of the sensitive WMD revelations — that someone other than “the enemy” was responsible for the blasts?

Strummer/Jones wrote the chilling words below, of course:

> London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

> CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

> “Washington refuses to agree to any plan with specific targets for reducing carbon emissions, which scientists say cause the earth to heat up. Washington says such an agreement would ruin the economy, but, of course, we’d have to ‘ruin’ the American economy to avert ecocide.” — The author’s anonymous neighbor

*Deux psychologues se rencontrent et font l’amour. L’un dit a l’autre: “C’etait bon pour toi. Comment c’etait pour moi?*”

Two psychologists get together and have sex. Afterward, one says to the other: “It was good for you. How was it for me?”

Seeing Madonna’s puss next to an image of Schwarzenegger on the Sargeant Pepper album cover backdrop used by McCartney and Bono to open the dead-in-the-water Live 8 thing recently…translates as *the end of the world*.