Name: Charles Pierce
Hometown: Newton, MA.
“Here come the Wild Tchoupitoulas/ Here come the uptown rulers.”
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “My People Need A Second Line” (Dr. John)–Laissez les bon temps and all that. It was Mardi Gras, and my friendWright Thompson rode a lead float through the streets of the city I love more than David Brooks loves the sizzling of the suburban barbecues in his head.
Part The First: Erratum etc. I did indeed vapor lock on James Arness, and probably because I did confuse him with his brother, Peter Graves. But Big Jim McLain nonetheless remains an unjustly ignored Komedy Klassic! I also agree with my former running mate on Gardens Of Stone, although I liked the Nicholas Profitt novel better than the movie. (Coppola lards up his film with weirdly off-kilter soundtrack music, and it apparently was edited with a riding lawn mower.) And this is probably not the right place to mention that, as far as I’m concerned, Leonard Cohen always has been the skeevy aging grad student whohangs around the campus bars and says he’s a poet in order to seduce everywoman in the freshman class. However, it may well be the right place for anargument about it.
Part The Second: Holy mother of God. Nullification? I rememberwhen Pat Buchanan was running for president, and he kept talking abouttariffs and Smoot-Hawley, and I told people I was glad to be revisiting allthose political controversies that were settled when I studied history inschool, but were now coming back like a kind of ideological ColonialWilliamsburg. Now, though, I mean, really. Nullifcation? As my buddy RoyBlount is fond of pointing out, this was a bad idea at the time and lookseven worse in retrospect. These people are all crazy.
Part The Third: Well, that 2012 GOP primary race became a wide-opencontest this week, didn’t it? Because there’s no point in drooling over thecarrion that once was Bobby Jindal, Boy Wonder, let me just say that Ifound thisto be perhaps the most useless reaction. I am particularly struck by thissection here:
Maybe it’s because I get motion sickness on bandwagons, but I’malmost tempted to disagree. Almost. Sure, Jindal seemed to alternatebetween telling a creepy bedtime story about the magical gumdrop Land ofTax Cuts and a creepy bedtime story about the evil Democrats who lurk underyour bed. But Democrats gave their share of creepy responses over the pasteight years–I can’t be the only person still scarred by Nancy Pelosi’sunblinking delivery in 2004.