Duh, Duh & Duh
The New York Post recently published a startling revelation by Tom Wolfe, the celebrated essayist and author of such well-known books as The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and Bonfire of the Vanities. According to the Post, Wolfe witnessed a "jarring" scene in Tennessee that left him thoroughly convinced that writers who live in New York and California might not have a firm grasp on what America is all about. In Wolfe's latest literary offering, "Telling True Stories," the writer recounts his visit to a NASCAR race that left him in a state of shock and amazement. The Post relates the story, saying, "A National Rifle Association honcho got a rousing standing ovation and was followed by a minister who 'asked the Lord to look out for these brave drivers and these loyal fans ... in the name of Thy Only Son, Christ Jesus.'" Wolfe added, "Anyone who introduced an event that way in San Francisco or New York would risk arrest for a hate crime. New York writers really must cross the Hudson River, and writers in Los Angeles really must go as far as the San Joaquin Valley. Most of the meaning of America lies in between the coasts, I'm afraid."
Ah, the sharp mind of a New York intellectual!
A supplementary article titled "The Morning It Rained Fire in Memphis" on the WREG Web site describes the horrible conflagration that destroyed downtown Memphis' first church and caused severe damage to other property in some rather interesting terms.
"The sky seemed to explode," it begins. "Bits and pieces of flaming debris were doing an almost grotesque dance of destruction in the early morning hours of a Memphis Friday."
"Almost grotesque," you say? While your Pesky Fly is certainly a fan of creative journalism, sometimes it's better to simply say, "A fire broke out Friday morning." Seriously.