Posted by
Gene on Friday, October 31, 2008 6:29:22 PM
| So on we worked, and waited for the light, |
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| And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; |
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| And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, |
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Went home and put a bullet through his head.
(Last four lines of “Richard Cory,” by Edwin Arlington Robinson)
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Those lines for some reason remind me of Erica Jong.
Erica Jong, best known for her 1973 feminist novel Fear of Flying in which she coined the memorable term, “zipless f*ck,” hasn’t had a best seller in 35 years despite churning out seven other novels, eight works of non fiction, and six books of poetry over those three and a half decades.
Undeterred and undiscouraged, she keeps plugging away but lately must be gobbling up more Valium than she customarily consumes. She’s terrified that Obama might lose!
Currently on her fourth marriage, (multiple marriages must be a consequence of modern feminism, which hates the male of the species), Erica is upset beyond measure at the prospect of those Wascally Wepublicans perpetrating yet another election sleight-of-ballot next Tuesday.
Poor Erica. She admits to having developed an “obsession. A paralyzing terror. An anxious fever that keeps you awake at night” over the thought of an American war hero and long time United States Senator besting her hero, an inexperienced political novice and long time advocate of left wing causes.
Whatever can Erica do?
Well, main thing she seems to do, outside of hiding under her bed, is call and email her good buddies, two other true blue patriots, Jane “Hanoi-Jane” Fonda and progressive feminist Naomi Wolf.
They commiserate over many nasty realities of existence, of course, but lately over all the horrors that beset America’s...
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