Before the Deluge
Ere I begin my Rant of the Week ® I simply must share my favorite texts  of the week. This was yesterday’s exchange between moiself and daughter Belle, whom, as I mentioned in last week’s blog, is working as a summer ZooCamp counselor. This week’s campers have included many second-graders whose physical and emotionally maturity (read: lack thereof) proved challenging for their college-age camp leaders.
Belle: It finally happened – Colin finally peed his pants.
Moiself: Sorry, but ☺
Belle: Also, Ethan punched another kid in the balls.
Moiself: Hope Colin brought a change of clothing…
and the other kid a change of balls.
Belle: Ha! We had to give Colin spare shorts. After he changed he put his shoes on the wrong feet. But we didn’t notice until lunch so he was wearing them like that for 3 hours.
Moiself: This is way too much fun for me to read.
Belle: It sprinkled rain. Heather pulled a swimsuit out of her backpack and insisted she had to wear it. Because of rain.
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I’m not one much for literary boycott or censorship, other than the self-imposed kind. That said, this is my appeal to y’all, for which I am using my Asa credentials:
As a writer, and mostly as a human being, I urge you to please not purchase nor read Go Set a Watchman, Harper Lee’s supposed prequel to her classic, To Kill a Mockingbird.
The background of Lee’s “new” novel is suspicious, to say the least. If you’re unfamiliar with the details (which you can find here and here and here and in many other heres), the controversy centers around Lee’s capacity to consent to the release of a book she steadfastly refused to release – or even admit existed – for over 50 years. And now, here come a motley crew of distant family members, new attorneys and publishing scions who will profit from the out-of-nowhere, out-of-character reversal of Lee’s lifelong, principled stand.
Harper Lee never married and had no children or grandchildren. Her older sister, Alice Lee, Harper’s lifelong companion and confidante, was an attorney who served as her sister’s lawyer and advocate. Alice Lee would likely have profited handsomely if any of her sister’s post-Mockingbird writings were published. Instead, she loyally abided by Harper’s wishes, and protected both Harper’s estate and Harper herself from the attention Harper so ferociously avoided.
Since the 1960 publication of TKAM the publicity-shy Harper Lee notoriously – and more importantly, consistently – refused to submit any of her other writings (or even admit that she had any) for publication. She said what she had to say on the subject, was her patient if terse response the few times she bothered to answer critics or fans who wanted “more.” If that wasn’t plain enough, she vowed that, “as long as I am alive any book purporting to be with my cooperation is a falsehood.”
In 2007 Harper Lee suffered a stroke. Now aged 89, Lee has been living in an assisted living facility for many years and must use a wheelchair for mobility. Her health problems include almost total vision and hearing loss, paralysis on her left side, confusion and memory problems.  In 2011 Alice Lee wrote that her sister “can’t see and can’t hear and will sign anything put before her by anyone in whom she has confidence.” Then in 2014, a mere two months after Alice Lee’s death, publishing house HarperCollins, along with the attorney  who replaced Alice Lee, astonished the literary world by announcing the release of Harper Lee’s “rediscovered” first novel.
The manuscript was “found,” Lee’s new lawyer  claimed, by rummaging through Lee’s attic and other personal items “in a secure place where Ms. Lee keeps her archives.”
Go Set a Watchman; right. Make sure he watches overhead, for vultures circling.
IMHO, the “finding” and publishing of GSAW is elder abuse. I won’t abet it in any way.
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“….salmonellosis, a type of food poisoning that occurs after ingesting contaminated food and/or improper handling of contaminants including feces from pets, and reptiles, poultry or rodents. Symptoms of diarrhea to fever to abdominal cramps to….”
Department of Why Do We Need These Warnings From the Government?
Specifically, why do we need to be warned not to Kiss Chickens?
Oh, that’s right – because chickens are cute. And people are stupid.
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On a related note, the following is either:
- the title of the book I’m reading
- my life’s motto
- my suggested slogan for the upcoming Republican Presidential candidate’s debates:
Okay, it’s all three.
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Department of Duh
That’s one big ass hosta.
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Department of Cruciferous Haiku 
The cabbage sits tall
and proud on my counter. Or,
should I say, stands?
Do the words apply?
Cabbage cannot sit,
nor stand. Still, I think this one
would strut, if it could.
It bears dignity;
a certain nobility
belies its odd shape.
Thus, I’ll treat it with
respect, despite its likeness
to a school dunce cap.
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Op-Ed Opening Line of the week (or year)
In return for helping to raise money for veterans who lost limbs in a war that he started, former President George W. Bush took $100,000 from their charity for giving a speech in 2012, and another $20,000 to be flown in on a private jet.
(from the New Jersey Star-Ledger editorial, July 10)
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I Skimmed The New York Times Thursday Styles Section So You Didn’t Have To
It’s a section I usually toss aside. But something about yesterday morning – perhaps the early morning dream I had in which Brad Pitt was trying to gaslight me – made me throw usually to the wind.
Whatever the reason, I’m grateful for the diversion (although I’m still a bit unnerved by the dream), because I might have missed this Important Fashion News. 
For some reason, I’m really hoping this catches on:
And not this:
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Department of How Cool is This?
The first close-up image of Pluto has revealed mountains as tall as the Rockies, and a complete absence of craters – discoveries that, to their delight, baffled scientists working on NASA’s New Horizons mission image and provided punctuation for a journey nine and a half years in the making.
( Pluto’s Portrait: Ice Mountains, No Craters, and for Scientists, a ‘Toy Store’
New York Times, Thursday July 16, 2015 )
Wouldn’t you love a job where you made discoveries that baffled and delighted you? For most of us, our reaction to work-related baffling discoveries is along the lines of, Holy Honeybadger crap, it isn’t supposed to do that!
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Department of Please Oh Please Let It Happen
“…something similar (to the Cambrian Explosion) is happening in human culture. Institutions—not just religions but also universities, armies, corporations—are now faced with how to change their fundamental structure and methods to deal with the fact that everybody’s living in a glass house now.
“Protecting your inner workings is becoming very difficult; it’s very hard to keep secrets. Religions have thrived in part because they were able to keep secrets. They were able to keep secrets about other religions from their parishioners, who were largely ignorant of what other people in the world believed, and also keep secrets about their own inner workings and their own histories, so that it was easy to have a sort of controlled message that went out to people. Those days are over. You can go on the Internet and access to all kinds of information. This is going to change everything.”
(Author, scientist, philosopher, The Clergy Project co-founder Daniel C. Dennett, from the interview, “Churches Can No Longer Hide the Truth: Daniel Dennett on the New Transparency,” Religion Dispatches May 18, 2015)
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May your motives and methods be transparent,
May baffling discoveries delight you and your chickens never bite (or kiss) you,
and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi
 Names of campers changed to protect the not-so-innocents.
 Lee’s mental and physical decline has been revealed via family and friends in court via legal wrangling over control of her writings.
 I don’t want her name in my blog, stinkin’ fucking carrion-eater that I think she is.
 Okay, the stinkin,’ fucking, carrion-eater is Tonja Carter.
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 Excuse the oxymoron. And by oxymoron I do not mean the dude in yellow.