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Chanticleer Calls - November 8, 2000
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I
do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer
in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors
up.- Thoreau
"Chanticleer Calls", a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. IN THIS ISSUE:
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"TOO CLOSE TO CALL" A few "morning-after" (or "morning-during"?) observations:
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UPDATE: un nombre, Hombre? In the previous Chanticleer Calls, I told you about the name-changing tactics of Tomas Eduardo Wesson, candidate for Dallas County Constable for Precinct 6 known previously as Thomas Edwin Wesson. Precinct 6 is, of course, predominantly Hispanic. Mr. (sorry, I mean Señor) Wesson (Rep) lost to Mike Dupree (Dem) by a count of 19,616 to 6,176. A rather decisive repudiation, one might infer. However ... there were still over 6,000 voters who reacted positively to Mr. (sorry again, Señor) Wesson's, uh, "message". I wonder how many of those 6,000 votes came from conscientious, deliberate votes for Señor Wesson (see, I'm trainable), vs. how many came from straight Republican ticket voting, vs. how many came from Hispanic voters who played into his political nom de plume. Recalling the words of H.L. Mencken ... "No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public." * * * * * *
'NSYNC, 'NSCREAM!
At the risk of further embarrassing Stacy, I've put off confessing something that I feel I need to admit. And it's partially her fault. Last July, Stacy and her cousins Jessica and Britni spent a few days visiting my brother and his wife in Phoenix. While they were gone, Stacy asked me to record a live concert on HBO by the "boy band" heartthrobs 'Nsync. As the dutiful dad, I did indeed. But I made the mistake of sitting down and actually watching the beginning of the concert. And now I have to confess ... My name is Steve Stockdale. And I'm an 'Nsync fan. Big time. I don't know as if I can really explain why, but I suspect it has to do with the combination of their music, their choreography, the fact that their choreographer is only 18 years old, the "live-ness" of their concert, and the reactions of the thousands of girls attending the concert. Or I should say, the SCREAMS of those at the concert. I won't attempt to justify or analyze why I've worn out their mini-disc over the past three months driving to work, working out in the yard, traveling in airplanes, or writing Chanticleer Calls as I'm doing now. Certainly they derive a lot of their music, harmonies and dancing from the originally-pigmented Michael Jackson, with some homage to a rap influence, with extensive use of syncopation and sophomoric lyrics. I'll admit that I initially thought a lot of their 'dancing' - which includes myriad head bobs and weaves, hand flips and turns, arm chops and waves, etc. - was just plain silly. However, taking it all into the context of what they do and who they do it for ... it works. And I think I have to admit that I'm envious of their talent, their inhibition, and the reactions they evoke. One of the reactions they intentionally seek is ... they specifically exhort their fans to SCREAM!. I probably wouldn't mention this except that a couple of months ago I found myself screaming - quite uncontrollably - while I rode the Texas Giant roller coaster at Six Flags Over Texas. (Coincidentally, I was at Six Flags only because Stacy invited me to attend the Hanson concert there with her and her friend Candice. After all, to Stacy, Hanson is still HANSON, and everybody else is - with due respect to Chevy Chase - not.) When I got off (the roller coaster) I realized how exhilarating and therapeutic it felt to just let go and SCREAM!. So why not, every now and then, find something to SCREAM! about? * * * * * *
(UNPUBLISHED) LETTER TO THE EDITOR Eagle-eyed Chanticleer reader Melissa G. called my attention to a couple of items on the Editorial page of the October 28th Dallas Morning News. Having felt "the call", I wrote and submitted the following much-too-long-to-be-published letter: As a Trustee of the Institute of General Semantics, and one who attempts to critically discriminate those differences that make a difference from those that don’t, I must mark a large E for “Error” on your Scorecard of October 28, 2000, re: Dancing on Graves. You advise to "close the doors immediately" on a disco that’s been built "just outside" the Auschwitz death camp in Poland. You profess, "It dishonors the memory of so many innocent people who died to make this area a site for fun and frolic." * * * * * *
AND FINALLY - Economy Class Syndrome Equally-eagle-eyed reader John C. from Dallas forwarded this Reuters' report from Yahoo News. LONDON (Reuters) - A bride-to-be collapsed and died from a condition known as "economy class syndrome" just minutes after getting off a flight from Australia to London, British newspapers reported on Monday. * * * * * *
But You Thought ...
Speaking of ... zero-tolerance policy, did you happen to see the episode of that tv show "Judging Amy" in which this very topic was treated? There was an African American high school boy who was arrested for possession of a gun at school. John came from a divorced home, and his single mom often had a hard time coping with her two kids and her lot in general. Thus, John had to be responsible early in life. John was an excellent student and athlete. His coach had promised to act as a confidant for him, a trusted adult figure. Coach told John he could talk to him about any worries or concerns in total confidentiality.
As it turns out, it was the result of John's confiding to Coach the reason he had the gun at school that John was arrested: Coach reported John to the principal who immediately called the police. No one bothered to ask John why he had the gun. After all, zero-tolerance means zero-tolerance. Period. No questions asked. No exceptions.
Of course, once in the hearing, the school's attorney argued the value and importance of maintaining zero-tolerance and cited facts and statistics similar to those that must be mentioned in the ... DMN article. Amy is painted as an open-minded, thinking judge. True to her character, she asked John to tell his entire story; no one had asked up to this point.
He said that the night before, his mother had been at her wits end; she may have been drinking; and she was extremely despondent, upset, and depressed. John knew the gun was in the house and was scared she might do something to herself or to him or to his brother with the gun, so he took it out of her drawer and brought it to school in order to protect his family. He put it in his locker. He confided this upsetting situation to Coach, looking for advice, perhaps, and help. That is when Coach turned him in. "....but Coach promised I could trust his confidentiality..." When asked why he did not take the gun directly to the police station, he relied, "An African American walking into a police station with a gun would never leave." (or something like that) - Melissa G. in Dallas
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