All the hoorah over the business of shooting-naked-women-with-paintballs (which now appears to have been 24 carat caca) got me to thinking of a story a good friend told me many years ago while he was a student at NYU in the sixties. Youâ€™ll see in a moment that the connection between the paintball-naked ladies story and the following is anything but obvious, but humor me, please. Itâ€™s just the way my cruller works.
So, this friend of mine told me (and swore that it was true) that there was a guy in Greenwich Village who would pay people to throw cabbages at his bare ass. My friend thought the guy was some kind of artist. I figured him to be a nut.
I often wonder whether he is still at it. He would have a pretty old ass now, and Iâ€™m pretty sure he would have to pay the cabbage throwers considerably more than he did in the sixties when a buck went a lot further. Now that I think about it, the cost of cabbage has probably also risen quite a bit. Art can be expensive, I suppose. So can being a nut.
I always thought the guy should have called himself â€œThe Kapusta Kid.â€ It sounds great and would look swell on a tee shirt.
â€¦And Some Return.
Well, we lost Mean Mr. Mustard and Life After Fifty, but the news isnâ€™t all bad, because Spoons is back. I will happily put him back on the blogroll and even more happily read his stuff every day.
Some Have Goneâ€¦and Some Remain.
We read today that Mean Mr. Mustard, the ass-kicking, non-liberal who is being held hostage in Berkeley, is calling it quits, having decided to devote his blogging time to the study of law at Boalt School of Law, to which he was recently accepted. Recently we also learned that Gary at Life After Fifty has taken down his blog, having been hounded from the blogosphere by trolls
While we will miss them both and wish them the best, the contrast surrounding the circumstances of their decisions to cease blogging is painfully obvious. One voluntarily departed to explore new intellectual challenges, but the other was â€“ to use an employment law analogy â€“ an â€œinvoluntary quit,â€ which was caused by a â€œhostile blog environment.â€
Rita, in her usual no-baloney fashion, has lamented the negative effect that trolls have had on the blogosphere, and there is no better example of that than the case of Gary at Life after Fifty. The vast majority of Garyâ€™s recent posts were anything but controversial or confrontational (the kind that are most likely to attract the attention of trolls). Rather, they were deeply personal and moving observations â€“ the kind that, some might say, reflect the wisdom and sensitivity born of the author’s having spent five decades on the planet. Gary wrote about his bittersweet re-acquaintance with any Army buddy who was terminally ill. He shared with us his devastation following the recent death of his handicapped son. He let us look in regularly on his wonderful grandchildren and made no bones about how much he loved them.
Nevertheless, he was targeted for harassment by a couple hate-spewing trolls. For the life of me, I cannot fathom how cowardly and evil one would have to be to get some sort of gratification from leaving mean-spirited and hateful comments in Garyâ€™s blog. Did these wastes of oxygen celebrate when they learned that they drove this man off the internet? Could it possibly have made them feel good about themselves? Can we chalk it up to the foolishness and insensitivity of youth? I donâ€™t know, because we have no way of knowing their ages. We do know that, whatever their ages, they are genuinely evil.
And, the thing I know for sure is that not one of them is worth the sweat off Garyâ€™s ass.