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Hit & Run CXXVIII
World War I produced radio infrastructure and vaccinations, World War II unleashed the genie of nuclear energy, and The Cold War conjured up the mixed blessing of the Internet, but so far the only thing the War on Drugs has been good for is the Glock. And now there are even signs that a handgun gap is developing. The New York Times reported this week that the United States loses all control over guns exported to European Union countries, and that American-made firearms are showing up everywhere from Iraq to Rwanda. (In a separate story, chickens are concerned about improper use of eggs by worldwide consumers.) Suddenly, gun-ownership hawks like Second
Amendment Man with a Conservative Attitude making a lot more sense. With the Supreme Court doing nothing to stop the lawsuit against Paladin Press's Hit Man: A Technical Manual for Independent Contractors, we may be in danger of falling behind in the new arms race. In a valiant effort to keep in gun-carrying shape, last weekend's Spring Break in Daytona Beach erupted in a shootout that left one man dead and four police officers wounded. We've still got our work cut out for us, though. Later in the week, a confrontation in Hebron involving three Jewish dudes with conservative attitudes ended when a Bedouin with faster reflexes grabbed a settler's gun and shot two of them, killing one. Whether Hit Man has been translated into Arabic yet we don't know, but with sharpshooters like that loose in the world, we're putting out the word that we're strapped. Leave it to the lefties at the Anderson Valley Advertiser (motto: "Peace to the cottages! War on the palaces!") to expose Tinseltown's deepest, darkest secret: The historical "facts" behind Richard Linklater's appallingly bad The Newton Boys may actually be made up. Horrors! The next thing you know, they'll be telling us Slacker isn't really "A day in the life of Austin, Texas." Actually, we're indebted to the AVA's curmudgeonly Arthur Winfield
Knight attention that neither the six-volume Handbook of Texas nor the four-volume Encyclopedia of the American West has a word to say about the so-called Newton Boys - if only to twit the noses of those who should have known
better source on the Newton gang is a 1994 publication by one Claude Stanush, and it seems rather too convenient as well that The Newton Boys wasn't made in the '80s, when Carson guest Joe Newton was still alive. Or is he now flying a black helicopter dusting Boonville's cash crops? With summer just around the corner, avid beachgoers are currently stocking up on all the seaside staples - sunscreen, cases of cold Budweiser, and big jars of Skippy peanut butter. Well, the last item on that list may be a bit of corporate daydreaming, but give the sandwich-spread marketeers credit for effort: Bestfoods, which makes Skippy, will be one of the first companies to take advantage of the services offered by Beach'n Billboard, a new company that takes advantage of the inexplicably underutilized medium of nature. For $25,000 a month, Beach'n Billboard will send its machines out to scrawl snappy, billboard-sized ads in the sand. While critics point out that the tide, footprints, litter, and other natural phenomena can dilute the impact of beachboards, additional services that Beach'n Billboard has yet to announce - such as coupon placement in seashells - will no doubt increase the effectiveness of this promising innovation. OK, what came first: the Superman doll in Jerry's apartment or Jerry's work as an American Express shill? It's a trick question, of course. Jerry's ability to shill is a cosmic constant that exists outside of time and space. The Man of Steel, on the other hand, may not be so lucky. Warner Brothers announced this week that Superman Reborn, aka Superman Lives, aka $100 Million+ Embarrassment '99, has been put off indefinitely - at least for this millennium, and possibly forever. The project had been in turmoil ever since Garden State auteur Kevin Smith's script got the axe. And while we'd been looking forward to Lois's description of how she blew Lex Luthor back in high school, at least we've been spared Nicholas Cage's pompous
excuses tights, another wacky Tim Burton take on low culture, and the inevitable Danny Elfman score. Frankly, we tuned out on this project once plans to have the unstoppable Christopher Reeve don the bagel as Jar-El fell through. Better news from recycled Hollywood has the Wild,
Wild West the next few weeks, with Will Smith in the Major Jim West role. There is something comforting in the Fresh Prince's inevitable ascent to those roguish leading-man ranks once filled by Robert Conrad, Robert Urich, Gil Gerard, and William Shatner. But still, the big question remains: When can we look forward to the One Day At a Time movie, with John Turturro as Schneider? Finally, we note that the US has at last come up with a response to the careful overture, last January, from Iranian President Mohammad Khatami. The relatively moderate leader of the Iranian government - the second most powerful man in the country, who has been at odds with the nation's more powerful religious leader - had suggested, in a CNN interview, that the US and Iran begin trying to slowly, slightly heal a long rift between the two countries with a cautious dose of informal cultural exchanges. The suggestion was met with a long and conspicuous silence from Foggy Bottom and the White House, but now the silence is over. The administration has agreed to implement legislation, passed last year, that funds a Persian-language US-government broadcast into Iran. The content of the broadcast: anti-government propaganda. State Department spokesman James Rubin told reporters, apparently without blushing or giggling, that the anti-Iranian-government broadcasts shouldn't be viewed as "an effort to criticize or undermine the Iranian government." Well, hell. Foreigners have such unusual ways - maybe spitting in someone's face when he offers to shake your hand is, you know, a part of their culture. We just have to trust that our own government knows about this sort of thing. courtesy of the Sucksters |
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