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April 12, 2005
Adventures in Gonzo-vision: An evil party teaches us all a life’s lesson
“While others say don’t hate nothing at all except hatred.”
- Bob Dylan
I need answers!!! It is late Saturday night, could be Sunday, I have no real way of telling, and I am completely lost and at that house where the athletes live č you know the one.
I am standing outside with three male friends, and they are being turned away from the house. Somehow I am allowed entry, provided I finish my smoke.
Every few seconds I hear, “Tits and ass only! If you ain’t got tits and ass, you can’t come in,” from the gatekeeper.
Ah, I better be careful, because my type gets stomped around these hypermasculine types; see the movie
Easy Rider and you’ll know what I’m talking about. I finally finish my cancer stick and enter.
The interior was a throwback to a Viking invasion. Liquor, screams and machismo fill the air. Every female in the house stands around in horror, clumping together for safety. I need answers!!! After hearing the explicit demands from the “bouncers” outside, why would any women enter? They must know that by entering they are becoming objects of the demands in the minds of these monsters! I find myself gasping for air, and I leave as soon as I can muscle myself through the stream of people. (The preceding passages were transcribed from notes and recordings that I made that night.)
After returning to my house, I felt a general sense of dread that a time traveler might have felt if s/he went back in time to one of the more “savage” moments of history. But then I realized even the imaginative dread of a time traveler didn’t match up to the savage period we are in now.
On the way out of the house, I remember the “gatekeeper” asking someone who wanted (for some unfortunate reason) to gain entry into the party a single question: “Who is the man?” Apparently, to the big bouncer, the only correct answer was George Dubya.
Is it the liquor, pent-up anti-PC sentiments, or some strange and dangerous new hate drug? I feel dirty writing this and knowing that I took part in this regression of a party.
Call me a flaming liberal, I’m fine with that, but a party that turns away good, old-fashione fun-hogs (positive term, see Thompson) merely because they refuse to become simply “tits or ass” is very much an evil party.
What the hell is happening here? Is this not Hamline!?! Not everyone at this party or on the team that I speak of is a bad person. It has to be the booze, awakening some hulking creature that lurks silently under the skin of otherwise decent liberal-arts students waiting for the right depraved time and the correct chemical catalyst to rip through.
Or is the climate, and I mean both sorts, political and environmental?
We live in divided times; some believe they have a handle on what being a good American is, and use archaic, tired terms and conditions. And then there are others who see new ways of living. We fight now -č literally fight č over the right to life and death. Or maybe it’s just the spring air and the lack of clothes that sheds winter fat and unleashed a caged monster.
Either way, I’m afraid. What happened to fun? Violence and exclusion creeping in
But for now I’m listening to the Scissor Sisters and hoping I’ll wake up from this dream.
Posted by msveum at April 12, 2005 02:18 PM
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