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Member since Jul 9, 2009
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Re: “Letter From The Editor”
Barf, you remind me of the "too soon" pro-gun brigade that starts squawking after every mass shooting. According to the Brady Center, the US averages 20 mass shootings per year, or nearly two a month. In light of that, we're always on the heels of a mass shooting and therefore it is always "too soon" to discuss sensible gun restrictions. As for the current topic, there's a election in less than a week, in case you haven't noticed, and one of the candidates wants to abolish FEMA. Seems this discussion is "right on time" to me.
Re: “"A Very Special Episode of ... "”
Fat Albert had the clap? The dickens you say!
Re: “Letters To The Editor”
Mr. Mercer, your mental disorder amounts to "two consenting adults?" The only thing "ludicrous" about gay marriage is your asinine opinion of it.
Re: “Letter from The Editor”
Milburn Drysdale, Jeff. Not Milton. Sorry for being a sit-com pedant. It's a slow day at work.
Re: “The Rant”
Hey Smitty, how about a free bleach with every faint?
Re: “Neighborhood Texture Jam at the Hi-Tone Café”
Sorry, Chris, but the wielding of the chainsaw is an urban legend. Circular saw, yes. Weed Whacker, sure. Jackhammer, certainly. Giant rock-crushing cement-making machine, absolutely. Joe once drilled a fish, but that was during a college bowl competition. Chainsaw? Nope. Someone would lose an arm.
Re: “"Occupy Memphis" Cadres Meet Again, Plan New Action”
I have a degree from Rhodes College and I approve of these "antics."
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Re: “Hell on Earth 2009”
It wasn't '94, Mr. Davis. Let's see...we wrote the song that night, on stage, as Joe was cutting up the doll. Tee's musical direction was, "Tune down to a low B and start rocking." The song appears on 1993's Don't Bury Me In Haiti so it must have been '92 or '93. Close enough, I suppose. Nice writeup, though. Furthermore, everyone I've met who was at the performance claims to have been on acid. I can't even begin to imagine.