LOCKERBIE DISASTER REDUX

I have always been proud of Scotland and all that she stands for - until now.

The release of “former” Libyan intelligence officer and son of a dog Abdel Basset al-Megrahi who was serving a life sentence for the bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland which killed 270 people - 189 of them American, was heinous. What in God’s name (all of them) was the Scottish government thinking when they released him? What greater good could have been served by this incredibly insensitive act? Megrahi is a convicted murderer who should have served out his time in his jail cell and if need be - alone and in great pain, screaming in ultimate anguish as he drew his last breath.

The excuse for the “diplomacy” (that’s what it was) was that Megrahi had terminal cancer and showing compassion and releasing him to his home country to live out the rest of his days ostensibly surrounded by Friends and Family represented “Scottish Values” and was the right thing to do. As Scotland’s Justice Secretary Kenny “soft touch” MacAskill stated, Scottish law required that, "justice be served but mercy be shown." What a bunch of scat! In a show of false bravado and pseudo naïveté MacAskill rejected Megrahi’s release per the negotiated prisoner transfer agreement with Lybia and then released him (paradoxically) on “compassionate” grounds.

Well, that’s the gist of the official reasoning for this appalling lapse in logic though we know that this was one of the topics discussed a July 2009 meeting in Italy between Libyan “President” Muammar Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi and British Prime Minister Gordon Brown. Following that meeting the Libyan government formally asked Scotland for Megrahi’s compassionate release. There were significant legal maneuverings prior to the decision. Sir Richard Dalton, a former British ambassador to Libya, warned that relations would be damaged if Megrahi were allowed to die in prison.

Yes, we do know that Great Britain and Libya are in bed together as relates to oil and trade agreements and that Great Britain is eager to engage “wider bilateral relations with Libya” and facilitate Libya’s ultimate return to the table of nations. Indeed, Muammar Gaddafi’s son Saif al-Islam Gadhafi has unashamedly stated in an interview with Libyan channel Al Mutawassit, as reported by Agence France-Presse (AFP) that "All British interests were linked to the release of Abdel Basset al-Megrahi."

AFP also reported that Islam Gadhafi stated further that, "In all commercial contracts, for oil and gas with Britain, (al-Megrahi) was always on the negotiating table," adding that then Prime Minister Tony Blair raised al Megrahi's case each time he visited Libya. Despite denials by the British government there sure is a smell coming from 10 Downing Street.

There are suggestions that British Prime Minister Gordon Brown (a Scot) and his ilk choreographed this whole deal and in an ultimate good guy – bad guy Pontius Pilate scenario allowed Scotland to do the deed and then take the international heat. For the English there is a definitely a positive side to devolution.

Methinks it helps to put this all in perspective and I direct you to a great article by Iain Lundy at Scotsman.com which defines the Lockerbie terror.

Fast forward to the video of Megrahi stepping down from Gaddafi’s private jet to a hero's welcome in Libya. Gadhafi’s son Islam who was on the flight escorting him home, raised Megrahi's hand in victory at the aircraft door. I found the image of Libyan and Scottish National Flags flying in the crowd absolutely sickening, eliciting incredible feelings of revulsion. The thousands of young men readied to welcome Megrahi were pared to about 300 by officials who were apparently trying (halfheartedly) to comply with the British and American requests for a low key return. Many of those that remained showered Megrahi with flower petals. The audio that accompanied the video chanted, “Victory to Al-Megrahi, Victory to the Libyan struggle, victory to all of Libya” These sentiments are far from a crowd celebrating the return of an innocent man. Would be nice to know all the truth, ya ken?

Believe it or not I’ve been told that some Scottish folks have actually expressed support for this international faux pas and miscarriage of justice though I haven’t been able to find many of them yet – well some liberal newspapers, MacAskill, Scotland’s First Minister Alex Salmond and a few relatives of the Lockerbie residents killed when the Pan Am plane crashed into their town. Seems some remain unconvinced of his guilt?

Many others - seemingly a great majority - have expressed their horror and dismay over the release including Russell Brown a member of Scottish Parliament who told The Scotsman. "I have never been ashamed to see my country's flag waved before, but to see it misused to celebrate mass murder is outrageous. This man is convicted of murdering 270 people in my part of Scotland and that conviction stands.”

Most residents of Locherbie were adamantly opposed to the release and David Mundell, member of the Scottish Parliament whose constituency includes Lockerbie stated, “The government has made a mistake of international proportions, These reports (of the flag being waved) are sickening."

Well the leopard has again shown his spots and now Gaddafi stands once again revealed. I think it appropriate to quote Montana Cowboy Poet Wally McRae, “You ain't changed, all that much.” Unfortunately he dragged down Scotland into his cesspool and calls the question whether Scotland is ready and worthy to become an independent nation. While some say this proves that Scotland has come of age, many more now think them unfit. The ramifications of this insensitive act have just started.

Alex Salmond, the Scottish First Minister answering the tumultuous roar of protests from the United States including President Obama, Secretary of State Clinton, scores of US Senators and many more now insists that relations with the US will not be affected. Oh?

In a poignantly inarticulate moment Salmond said "The relationship between Scotland and the United States is deep and enduring and will continue to be deep and enduring.”

"We can't have a relationship based on always agreeing with each other. We have to have the ability to disagree where our system takes us in a different direction.”

Their system? Seems that this decision was made by Salmond and MacAskill with a little prodding from 10 Downing Street.

I am ashamed…

Aye,

Ned Buxton

STATE OF LACROSSE – THE LITTLE BROTHER OF WAR

Syracuse University’s recent victory over Cornell in the 2009 NCAA Division I Lacrosse Championships reminded me once again of this great game and probably the greatest lacrosse player ever, Syracuse’s Jim Brown (yea, that one). Lacrosse was his favorite and best sport. On the dark side it also harkened me back to 2006 and Durham, North Carolina. Those that know me understand that my aggressive defense of three members of the Duke Lacrosse Team and condemnation of the obvious trumped up charges against them was due in part to my love of the game and a keen understanding of the psyche, ethics and character that most lacrosse players have to possess to successfully master the sport.

It is undeniable that there are some jerks who play the game and while the sometimes “play-hard, party-hard” image of the game and the immature and patently unacceptable behaviors by some members of the Duke team that lead up to the false allegations were ill advised, they don’t forgive the actions of many on the prosecutorial side. That especially includes “rogue prosecutor” Mike Nifong who was disbarred after being found guilty of “fraud, dishonesty, deceit or misrepresentation; of making false statements of material fact before a judge; of making false statements of material fact before bar investigators, and of lying about withholding exculpatory DNA evidence.” Even after that humiliating condemnation his troubles continue to this day. His motions to wrap himself in an immunity argument and bankruptcy have been denied and he remains exposed to the world for what he is and has done. His greatest legacy would appear to be the neologism coined in his honor, “to Nifong somebody” i.e. to falsely accuse them. Seems to fit…

The actions of Duke University and the now infamous “Group of 88” brought dishonor to this august university and exposed the bias, rush to injustice and lynch mob mentality inherent in some, though not all, faculty members. So, why did most faculty remain silent? When the truth was finally revealed most members of the Group of 88 refused to recant their condemnation with some apparently discouraged they didn’t get a conviction even though the players were declared “innocent.” This defiant and outrageous indifference to justice keenly demonstrated to many Duke parents a reckless disregard for the health and welfare of their children and begs the question why those "teachers" are still employed by any university. The intellectual and academic dishonesty in an environment where the free exchange of ideas and presumption of innocence should be paramount was appalling. It’s all about political agenda…

Apologies by Duke President Brodhead who grossly mishandled the situation didn’t prevent him from being named as a defendant in a 2008 lawsuit filed by (then) 38 former and current unindicted members of the Duke Lacrosse team. In 2007 Duke University settled with the three accused players in what is perceived by many as a tacit admission of their guilt. The repercussions from this tragedy will continue for many years to come.

When the narrow minded hypocrites that constitute the “Group of 88” engaged their heinous knee jerk behaviors they took on an athletic culture that prides and values (more than any sport I have engaged) not only the very obvious traits of power, speed and agility but resolve, tenacity, persistence, discipline, physical and mental strength and, above all, teamwork. In short, they took on members of a family, a special and select fraternity of sport that values loyalty, integrity, honor, respect, character and all the good that this ancient sport musters. The best overall athletes physically and mentally are attracted to the game. You do have a sense that you are extending and perpetuating the best of the ancient revered cultures that birthed the sport almost a millennium ago. We are a devoted band of Brothers who share a special bond. Without the truth Nifong took a dull knife to a gun fight…

If you truly want to understand this phenomenon please read, Our Game: The Character and Culture of Lacrosse by John M. Yeager, Ed.D, MAPP, who is Director of the Center for Character Excellence at The Culver Academies in Culver, Indiana. John Yeager as a former lacrosse goaltender on his Boston State College team was fully baptized in the game. Just so you have full disclosure, my cousin John Neal Buxton is Head of Schools (headmaster) at Culver.

Despite the controversy the sport of lacrosse continues to grow and flourish. Indeed, Duke University rebounded and came within two goals of winning the national championship the following year. They lost to Johns Hopkins 12-11 in one of the best and evenly matched national title games I’ve ever witnessed. Makes you wonder how Duke would have fared had Duke President Brodhead not arbitrarily and capriciously cancelled their 2006 season.

Lacrosse is the oldest organized team sport in North America (the national summer sport of Canada) and the first varsity sport I lettered in (ever) at Lenox School in Lenox, Massachusetts where this moderately gifted/successful left handed right/left midfielder was mentored by the now legendary, yea iconic, Lacrosse Hall of Famer and long time Bowdoin College coach, Mort LaPointe. During his eleven year coaching stint at Lenox Mort accumulated an impressive 83-24 mark putting us in the lacrosse spotlight. Hello Mort, thanks for all the motivation and for an occasional attack stick across my butt when I needed it.

One of the secrets of the solid Lenox lacrosse team was a strong club lacrosse program where I proudly competed as a member of the Blackfeet Club. Yes, I was also a Griswold.

Brother John played at Lenox downstate rival Williston Academy (now Williston-Northampton School). Interestingly, a year after my graduation from Lenox I was invited to play for Williston Academy on a midfield line with Brother John in an exhibition game vs. Williston Alumni. I was unceremoniously pulled after a few shifts and where one of my shots hit the goal post narrowly missing what would have been an impressive score. It seems that the embarrassment and prospects of having to explain a goal scored by a member of a rival school was too much to bear. Hey, I think they showed real class and gave me a great memory of the game. Thanks to Brother John for facilitating that experience.

Lacrosse has its origins among the eastern Woodlands and some Plains First Nation peoples of present day Canada and the United States with the French missionary and now patron saint of Canada, Jean de Brébeuf who observed Huron men playing the game in 1637 in what is now southeastern Ontario. Brébeuf’s mission catered primarily to the Hurons (he was the Apostle to the Hurons) a fact not lost on their traditional and fanatical enemies the Iroquois who captured the 55 year old Brébeuf, torturing and killing him in 1649.

Though Brebeuf may have been the first European to document the game, it appears that the game has been played in North America since at least the 1200’s. He called it lacrosse (le jeu de la crosse) – field hockey in French. It also appears that a version of the game was played even earlier in Mesoamerica.

So Native Peoples (First Nations) had been playing the game for hundreds of years before the French saw opportunity in America. It is believed that at least forty eight other native peoples played the game at that time. It took the Canadians to “civilize” the game (no they didn’t invent it) in the person of the fervent nationalist Montreal dentist William George Beers who in 1867 standardized the game by establishing the first set of formal playing rules. Beers had played the game as a member of the Montreal Lacrosse Club and went on in that same year to found the Canadian National Lacrosse Foundation. In 1869 Beers wrote and published a book on lacrosse entitled Lacrosse: The National Game of Canada.

Not unlike the Maya ball games, early on these contests were often played to resolve territorial conflicts, for religious or ceremonial purposes, to cure the ill, to provide a venue where young men could be tested and prove their mettle and, not surprisingly, to prepare for war. Note that Injury and death were fairly common. These early contests had great meaning, then, for native peoples who perceived this as the representation of their creation and a metaphor for control of the world.

Now these early contests were not waged on the 110 yard field we see today. Rather, these games were contested by up to 1000 men (or more) on a playing field that could stretch for miles. Individual contests lasted for days from sun up to sun down. The purpose of the game was to pass the ball which was generally made out of wood, stuffed deerskin, baked clay or stone (even the heads of an enemy – yikes!) past a goal that generally was a natural feature such as a tree or rock or as the game evolved - through one or two poles that constituted goalposts. Participants would “carry” or cradle the ball using one or two wooden sticks with a webbing pocket made of plant material or deer sinew. Some of the earlier sticks were essentially large wooden spoons (warclubs?). I contested the game with a left handed, wooden stick with a webbing pocket made of leather, string and cat gut (no I don’t want to know where it came from…) Modern sticks are made of hollow metal/graphite shafts, plastic heads and pockets of pliable webbing of mostly synthetic materials.

In 1973 I helped organize the Atlanta Lacrosse Club and ran midfield on a team off and on for a couple of years. We helped create substantial interest in the game in Georgia and supported Georgia Tech lacrosse which had been reinstituted as a club sport in 1971. I played in a couple of exhibition games in the old Atlanta Fulton County stadium before a couple of Atlanta Falcon NFL football games (even scored a couple of goals!).

While in Colorado back in 1975 I had the opportunity to play catch with some Aspen Stickmen at a local park in Aspen while doing some training/climbing in Rocky Mountain National Park. Most of the Stickmen were from the east and had migrated west looking for that John Denver Rocky Mountain High. We all found it…

I lived in Cherokee County, Georgia for a number of years and embraced the history of a small but key town in that area called Ballground near where the Creek (Muscogee) and later the Cherokee engaged in lacrosse contests. The oral history of both tribes describe that near the confluence of Long-Swamp Creek and the Etowah River the Battle of Taliwa, a lacrosse contest and most certainly the knock down battle which followed took place there in 1755. The outcome of that contest determined control of that parcel of land. The Creeks lost and retired well south of that boundary. The Cherokee held that land until the State of Georgia took it away in the 1830’s. The historical record also documents that in 1790 the Creek and Choctaw engaged a lacrosse contest to see who would have rights to a beaver pond. This time the Creeks won though like Taliwa the so called amicable ball game evolved into a violent battle where the Creeks still prevailed.

So, what of the state of the game today? Well, while lacrosse was once a niche sport with its bastion in the eastern United States and Canada, it has now spread and is competed by well over 800 teams (male and female) on the college level in the US alone and over 1,200 high schools in the United States and Canada.. There are thousands more lacrosse clubs in the US, Canada, Europe and Asia that compete from the pee wee to the senior level.

Field lacrosse (outdoors) is contested on the professional level by Major League Lacrosse (MLL) teams while the indoor winter version of the game is played by the National Lacrosse League in arenas on Astroturf or a like surface while the other box lacrosse is contested in hockey arenas during the summer months on both the professional and club levels. And, hey, have you heard of intercrosse?

Formally, the international championship is contested by full International Lacrosse Federation (ILF) member nations Canada, Australia, England, the United States, Japan, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Belgium, Sweden, South Korea, Czechoslovakia and affiliated nations/cities Argentina; Denmark; Hong Kong; Finland; Italy; and Tonga. Not ironically one of the more formidable teams that regularly competes for the International Lacrosse Championship is the Iroquois Nationals (Haudenosaunee) team consisting of members of the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy and is the only Native American team sanctioned to compete in any international sport. Both the field and box versions of the game are the fastest growing international sports.

The Men's Collegiate Lacrosse Association (MCLA) is an international organization of non-NCAA, college club lacrosse programs. Its ten conferences are spread across North America, from coast to coast and include teams such as UCLA, Stanford, Boston College, University of Miami, Georgia Tech, University of Michigan, Simon Fraser University, Colorado State, University of New Hampshire, University of Texas and my alma mater, Ole Miss. With over 200 teams, the MCLA represents the fastest growing segment of men's college lacrosse.

Lacrosse finally arrived at Ole Miss in 1995 reminding me that the endless hours of playing catch with my lacrosse stick and ball against the brick walls of Baxter Hall, the Sig Ep house or the tennis teams practice wall don’t seem as futile as they did in the early and mid 1960’s. The program is officially sponsored by The University which is a member of the MCLA’s Great Rivers Lacrosse Conference (GRLC) with Arkansas, Nebraska, Memphis, Kansas State, Iowa, Purdue, Illinois, Kansas, Indiana, Missouri, Creighton, DePaul, Northwestern and South Dakota. Ole Miss won the 2009 GRLSC IA Division Championship. The University of Michigan Wolverines won the 2009 MCLA Championship by defeating the amazing Chapman University Panthers of Orange Co., California.

Oh yea, Brother John’s alma mater, Tulane University and her students now sponsor the Green Wave lacrosse club which competes in the MCLA’s Lone Star Alliance Conference. Brother John who took the game to Tulane in 1963 has to be proud, and were he still with us, former great Tulane Athletic Director (1963-76) Dr. Rix Yard who came to Tulane from Denison University where he earned National Lacrosse Coach of the Year honors in 1963 following a perfect 12-0 season. Yard helped establish club lacrosse at Tulane in the early 1970’s.

And how about University of Montana lacrosse? The Grizzlies are alive and well in Missoula and set a high standard for Griz Lacrosse by capturing the 2007 MCLA Division B national title.

Life is good. Goes around, comes around. The Great Spirit – The Creator is at peace.

Aye,

Ned Buxton

This post is dedicated to the memory of now departed outstanding Lenox Lacrosse teammates Clifton “Hummer” Dummett and Peter “Monk” McCabe and Sally LaPointe, wife to Mort and founder of Bowdoin College’s women’s lacrosse program where she was a distinguished coach for nineteen years . Rest Well, Aye

MIRACULOUS SIGHTINGS ABOUND

The recent May 2009 revelation by Pastafarian Bobby Henderson (Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster) of the appearance of the Great Spaghedeity in the oil of his sauté pan reminded me of the spectacle of other miraculous sightings that seem to be more prevalent than even, “Biblical Times.”

Without fear of Muslim reprisals a la Salman Rushdie or Vatican censure, I offer the following items from an intellectual perspective as they seem to persist despite the heroic and ever continuing Michael Jackson post mortem(s).

Rumors abound that an Atlanta resident was recently in one of his favorite watering holes in Dunwoody, Georgia and having a BLT sandwich with his Belhaven Ale. When he took the top off the sandwich to properly garnish his lunch with salt and pepper, lo, there reposed the tomato with the unmistakable message ‘There is no God but Allah’ spelled out with its seeds and veins. This august citizen immediately secreted the tomato out of the restaurant and took it to the nearby offices of an Episcopalian priest / psychologist for examination. The priest invoked the spirit of Sigmund Freud and immediately pronounced the tomato a manifestation of our John Q. Public’s repressed sexual desires and recommended some dream therapy?

There were other similar sightings around the world to include school girl Sheila McMurtry from Aberdeenshire, Scotland who found an Allah is Great message in her haggis at the Waverly train station in Edinburgh. Now known as the Allah Haggis Chick throughout her hometown of Alford, she was hired by a local restaurant in Stonehaven to carry a placard for their daily menu. An inspiration for us all was her very specific revelation rhetoric, “I saw the phrase and I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There were quite a few letters missing and it was hard to decipher but the message was very, very clear.” Folks, I’m not making this up!

Trekkers from England recently found a limestone rock near the summit of Ben Nevis, the highest point in Scotland and the United Kingdom (I dislike that term as they are far from united) which they asserted had been engraved with the word ‘Allah’ by the Scottish wind and rain. Though practitioners of the Freebased Church of the Living Will, these spirited hikers donated the iconic rock to the local mosque in Burnely. This started pilgrimages in earnest from points as far away as Jakarta, Indonesia. A spokesman at the local mosque offered what appears to be the standard response to any so called miraculous sighting, “We don’t consider it a miracle but it is certainly a blessing.” A local rock shop in Bolton-le-Sands in Lancashire is now selling “Allah Stone Replicates” estimated by some to be an exact duplicate of that famous and now iconic stone for $50 US. Local observers reflect that their business has been brisk though they have had some difficulty getting their Dover chalk/limestone Allah replicas through US customs.

Confusing to this writer and certainly Might of Right readers, is the realization that none of the above cited individuals appear to be fluent in Arabic casting some doubt on their claims.

There is even a clip on YouTube, Miracles of Islam which “documents” the miraculous appearance of Allah’s name in fruits and vegetables, flowers, on mountains, rocks, clouds, the ocean and even in the shape of a human ear. Other reports cite the word “Allah” on fish, a cow, potatoes, more tomatoes and even eggs and beans.

Some detractors might try and rationalize that the above sightings are proof that some Muslims are merely trying to confirm their faith by way of absurd fancies and puerile observations. That said it would appear that Christians, not to be outdone and the Shroud of Turin aside, have their own “miraculous sightings” to include one Toledo, Ohio mother and father team who while browning pierogis noticed on one heavenly pastry - the face of Jesus. What did they do? Froze it and later sold it on e-bay for $1,775. I’m sure that the proceeds went to charity…

The couple was apparently emulating a woman who sold that now infamous grilled cheese sandwich with “a vision of the Virgin Mary” on eBay for $28,000 dollars to the Golden Palace Casino. Yes, they’re the same folks who bought the pierogi! Golden Palace Casino has apparently put the pierogi with its travelling road show of oddities that includes Britney Spears' Pregnancy Test and bronzed baby poop. This can be nothing more than an intellectual breath of fresh air.

Despite what has been described by some as an attempt by the Vatican to “mandate silence as a first test of authenticity of these sightings”, they continue to manifest themselves. Sightings of the vision of Jesus and/or the Virgin Mary continue and have been noted in trees, clouds, windows, a pancake, a freshly made tortilla, stain on a Little Havana bank window, rocks, a honey mustard pretzel, toast, MRI scan and even in a pizza pan and a nacho warming tray, among others.

Ah, the miracles continue.

Aye,

Ned Buxton

GLASSES PART OF YOUR I.D.?

I was looking in the mirror the other day and came to the stark realization that at my maturity eyeglasses are now an integral part of my persona. OK, I really can’t see well without them especially after I have been on the computer a while. This epiphany kind of melded with the realization that my hair continues to thin and I’m not in the greatest shape. I just renewed my Texas Driver’s License on-line (took over two months – another story) and decided to stick with the existing photo though convenience more than vanity had more to do with that decision. The photo is glassless and my hair is mostly brown… For the Texas DPS folks out there, you can still tell it’s me…

My most recent eye exam (thanks Dr. Pham) revealed that I have the very early start of the insidious and persistent cataracts that plagued my Mother and Grandmother. Doc Pham stated that there is no cure but that they may not manifest themselves for ten or fifteen years or more. So, should I worry about this diagnosis? Probably not, but it scared the heck out of me and I surely can’t “see” living without functional sight…

I fleetingly thought about getting implants to eliminate that potential and the necessity of glasses and to immediately improve my vision but the thought of someone operating on my eyes scares the Hell out of me (there it is again). I’ve been told by Friends, “It’s easy. They give you a happy shot that steers you to lala land and you really don’t know what’s going on nor do you really remember.” I wasn’t impressed with that answer so surgery is apparently not an option. That leaves me with my glasses and the reminder of a “maybe some day” visual complication.

If I am going to live with glasses in that interim then I need to come to grips with that reality and my recent characterization as, “the old guy in Recruiting.” The glasses probably contribute to that personification as they are generally the first thing that people see. I suspect that deep down inside maybe I want to choose a pair of eyeglasses that will stop the aging process and identify me with the “modern” young crowd, maybe even keep me from aging – an optical Dorian Gray paradigm, if you will. I always hear that, “everybody wants to be young and modern.” Well, I've come to the conclusion that I can never look young again nor do I care to do so. Maybe my glasses are part of my geriatric badge of courage and reward for a life well lived or maybe just lived.

All that said, I do wear conventional steel rimmed glasses noting that over the years fashions come and go and tend to repeat themselves in predictable cycles. I’ve always liked the John Lennon look that was more akin to the 18th century and that style seems to be returning along with the spectacle and what we used to call library or reading specs.

I noticed that there are many personalities out there (some that I even admire) who wear/have worn eyeglasses. They include Stephen Spielberg, Harry Potter, Randy Jackson, Sir Elton John, Tina Fey as Sarah Palin, Sharon Stone, Sir Michael Caine, Catherine Zeta Jones, Queen Elizabeth, Gandhi, John Denver, Buddy Holly and the best damn president of the United States, Teddy Roosevelt, among others [no, not Michael Jackson (RIP)].

A major eyeglass manufacturer recently asked ordinary folks in a survey whether or not glasses affect attractiveness? Seventy-three percent of respondents indicated that it had no impact and almost seventy percent of men and women stated that glasses didn’t get in the way of a romantic moment (or more?). Nothing worse than an eyeglass lock during an intimate moment…

Paul Baird of the University of Melbourne's Centre for Eye Research in Australia assured us in a recent study that people who wear glasses are not geeky and introverted, rather are more likely to be agreeable and open. OK…

With those assurances maybe I should get into the mild mannered Clark Kent or Kal-el look with thick plastic black rimmed glasses though I would be scared that nobody would recognize me or that I would have to eventually show off my fanciful powers and abilities. I saw a thread the other day where a young lady was proclaiming her love and appreciation for this guy’s glasses. It went something like this.

Whew, I really like your eyeglasses. You look like a superhero… so really, really hot. Glad that you can see clearly now and, hey, wearing glasses really aren’t nerdy…

Think I’ll get the operation unless I can find the reincarnation of Basil Hallward…

Aye,

Ned Buxton

DRAGONSLAYER - WHAT DO DRAGONS REALLY EAT?

Far from the madding crowd, Michael Jackson and wedding cakes (thank you for your very positive remarks) are some vestiges of a not so calmer time when dragons ruled the air. Let’s take a little trip through the tulips and try and forget the news of the last few weeks.

The recent revival of the 1981 movie Dragonslayer to cult status (DVD) has reminded us of several major issues pertinent to our domain: Good entertainment, Dragons and Virgins, Maidens to you sensitive folks. With this in mind we of the Might of Right engaged great tongue in cheek scholarship in researching the above query and found the answer in two popular entities.

The fossil record reflects that dragons have consumed up to 20 tons of food everyday? They are reputed to have devoured cows, horses, sheep, people, cute little bunnies, dogs, beer cans and cigarette butts not unlike their modern cousin, the alligator. Not surprisingly, modern dragons now prefer eating pizza, cows and maidens, not necessarily in that order. The closest they will come to “sit down, high cooking” (haute cuisine for you fancy folks) is the Pitt Stop in Lufkin, Texas home to Blazing Butts, the incomparable Texas Frito Pie and some of the finest bar-b-que anywhere!

Most dragons today choose to live in Wales and Scotland given the great abundance of virgins, their preferred repast (please, no Susan Boyle jokes). Recent surveys, however, reflect their burgeoning preference for the Obama-style, thick-crust American Chicago style Pizza - a close second.

Dragonslayer has reborn what has been reputed by many as the scariest dragon ever cast in a movie and eons from our above friendly dragon. We are not surprised given that this writer’s personal hero - Jim Henson and his puppet factory (the precursor to the Creature Factory) - was responsible for the she dragon named Vermithrax Pejorative (The Wyrm from Thrace who makes things worse) who was animated by the good and talented folks at George Lucas’ Industrial Light and Magic (ILM). Vermithrax, far from Sean Connery’s amiable Draco of Dragonheart fame, lived in a sea of fire and, not surprisingly, didn’t converse with humans and preferred her half-naked female virgins on the half shell. We, of course immediately noted this same sex preference with Vermithrax adopting a subdued Rosie O’Donnell personality. We wondered what the end result would have been had half-naked male virgins been offered though soon realized that even males a la Chippendales probably wouldn’t have the same marketing appeal. Apparently, towel-snapping personas and the “vulnerable virgin” demeanors were the most difficult to maneuver. We continue.

The movie’s conundrum: the intimidated residents of Urland didn’t want to give up any more of their virgin daughters but still desperately wanted to appease Vermithrax. Playing to both sides they continue to supply Vermithrax with virgins and call in a wizard named Ulrich to dispatch their dragon.

The plot is confounded by the mandatory though rigged virgin lotteries, the surly and evil Knight Tyrian, the untimely, supposed death of Ulrich and his succession by the inexperienced apprentice Galen Bradwarden in an ultimate good over evil scenario. Galen’s love interest turns out to be Valerian, the blacksmith's daughter disguised as a boy to avoid the lottery and the lovely Princess Elspeth who in a fit of honor, rigs the lottery so that her selection may restore some honor to her inept and corrupt father, the king.

The really interesting thing about this collaboration between The Walt Disney Company and Paramount Pictures was that Dragonslayer was anticipated to be a “Bambi or Bunny Rabbit” flick. Instead, Dragonslayer turned out to be much more mature and realistic than any other Disney film of the period, literally scaring the Heck out of what had heretofore been a tame Disney fan base. The parental uproar was tumultuous with the Scottish Community roaring with delight at the reaction. We need note that this appeared to be a necessary transition as Disney sought to broaden their horizons by engaging more adult themes.

So, we have a scary dragon, virgin sacrifice and great entertainment. Yes, we recommend purchase of the Dragonslayer DVD for a nostalgic trip to medieval Britain and most appropriately a flick shot mostly in northern Wales (known for their dragons) and at the end on the Isle of Skye in Scotland (home to the feared Cairn Terrier).

Wikipedia’s collaborative review best reflects the movie. “Dragonslayer is set apart from other fantasy films by its historical accuracy in costume and set design, as well as by a script and performances that attempt to accurately portray Britain at the turning point between paganism and Christianity. Sir Ralph Richardson's portrayal of the wizard Ulrich has become one of his most famous roles. Also, the moral complications of the film, along with its realistic depiction of political and societal pressures, give it a greater sophistication than most movies of its genre.” We certainly agree especially since the film well defines at least one dragon’s (supposedly the last) culinary desires!

No, we’re not finished yet. Enter The Brobdingnagian Bards of the 21st century who though recently disbanded, evolved into one of the most popular acts at Renaissance Faires around the country. I saw them at the 2005 Texas Renaissance Festival. Their romantic, comical and everything in between work remains intact. Lovers of Scottish, Irish and Celtic Renaissance music will love this group which pondered the answer to our initial question, What do dragons eat? Their song, Do Virgins Taste Better on their A Faire to Remember CD reflects the answer to the conundrum though the countryside may not survive. The Brobdingnagian Bards also of Real Men Wear Kilts fame tie in our good folks from Urland and Dragonslayer in admirable style and remind us why we no longer practice the virgin sacrifice in our domain. We should note that The Brobdingnagian Bards were Austin, Texas based and the collaboration of the very talented Longhorns Marc Gunn and Andrew McKee. And what the heck does Brobdingnagian mean? Visit their website and surf around for the answer, aye.

Do Virgins Taste Better?

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?

Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we'd like to be shed of you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick, scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

“Hello, this is Draco of the Hesperides. I’d like to order out, say thirty-five of your Chicago deep dish pizzas with extra Italian sausage, chorizo, pepperoni, double cheese, onion, green peppers, black olives, mushrooms and, of course, top it all off with some Scotch Bonnets. Aye!”

We of Might of Right dedicate this piece to Brobdingnagian Bards Marc Gunn and Andrew McKee who entertained us mightily for thirteen years in tandem and will hopefully continue to do so in their respective venues. Thanks for sharing your musical gifts.

Aye,

Ned Buxton

WEDDING CAKE IN DALLAS, TEXAS

Atlanta’s 1940’s Retail Credit Company adage, “A pleased customer always returns to the place where he has been well served” couldn’t be truer in 2009 – even when it comes to wedding cakes. I recently accompanied my best Friend who was shopping around for that greatest wedding cake for her daughter’s September nuptials (never too soon). She was excited and anticipating what should be a memorable, almost magical experience for any Mother. The process involved careful forethought, inquiry, a strenuous and detailed hands-on investigation / research, checking of references and all topped off with that carefully choreographed bottom line – the cake tasting. Harrah, I have finally found my true calling! Needless to say, I was pleased to be part of that last stage and, as always, more than willing to offer my two cents worth. Now please remember that I didn’t have a dog in this fight and was just there to provide support…

The final choice was narrowed down to Dallas Affaires Cake Company (DA) and Jackie Spratt Cakes (JS), with DA being the more well known and very pricey cakery - almost to iconic status in Dallas thanks to multitalented founder and chef supreme Sibby Barrett who now resides near Austin and operates the Onion Creek Kitchens at Juniper Hills Farm. DA has a neat website that features some of the highlights of this once great and elegant high end cake company. We didn’t recognize any of the personalities featured in their website (too bad). In a business environment where yesterday is the past and you’re only as good as your last cake, you have to always be at your very best. They weren’t.

One of the services that the really good (or presumptively good) bakeries will do is offer free samples of their cakes with assorted fillings and icings. Our Friend ordered a wedding sampler that would likely seal what would be a minimum $1K US order with Wedding and grooms cakes, accoutrement, etc. You would think that they would want to impress, eh?

We walked into the Dallas Affaires Cake Company just a few minutes in advance of our pick up time and politely waited for ten minutes until one of the five employees present (some within arm’s reach) even acknowledged our presence. We identified ourselves, our purpose and after another almost ten very solitary minutes were told that our samples were not yet ready. We waited for another thirty minutes while our cake samples – remember they were vying for our business - were prepared in front of our eyes.

In order to kill some time we decided to investigate the neighborhood. As we walked out of the bakery I commented that something was very amiss in this work environment. Disservice aside, what struck me when we first arrived was that everybody was in a sullen tedium. While employees were seemingly going about their business - they appeared in a fog. By the collective looks on their faces nobody wanted to be there and the attitudes were all at the low end of the spectrum. There was no magic, no happy – just sad. After a thirty year career in Human Resources I knew that something was very wrong with this business establishment.

A woman with enough tattoos to marginally qualify for Ringling Brothers retrieved white and chocolate cakes heretofore butchered as the crust was clumsily cut off (I watched). She had several five gallon tubs of icing and filling that looked institutionally store bought (refrigerated?) and slathered icing onto the cake in a cosmetic attempt to straighten up the heretofore jagged sides. The filling samples were unceremoniously and clumsily spooned into small containers. I have seen wheel bearings packed with grease with more agility and grace.

After all this wretched and tardy labor another less than cordial lady (she never smiled or identified herself) came out with a white bakery box, described the contents and sent us on our way. By this time the cake could have been heaven sent and I would have cared less. I expressed my displeasure as much while my Friend tried frantically to keep me quiet. Well, maybe we just caught them in a collective bad day?

We immediately spirited the cake samples off to the nearby digs of daughter and fiancée and started what was a long anticipated thorough, academic and objective analysis of DA’s offerings. I kept my mouth shut so I wouldn’t bias the proceedings (OK, sorta). Not surprisingly and much to my chagrin (silent delight), the cakes were dry and tasteless. The chocolate didn’t taste like chocolate and the icings and fillings were too sweet and just not spot on. They tasted like facsimiles and could very well have been. How the hell these people stay in business is beyond me aside from their still OK but once sterling reputation. It was an exceedingly sad consensus that these samples were far from even a minimally satisfactory nod (not even one star) and Dallas Affaires was eliminated from the competition. A few dozen superlative reviews on Yahoo from Highland Park socialites couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty or Dallas Affaires back together again… Sibby, they need you back and better sooner than later…

After a sufficient interval we all met at Jackie Spratt Cakes over near Southern Methodist University (SMU) where we were met by the very entertaining, sweet and sassy and bubbly Jackie Spratt. Jackie founded the very highly regarded Le Gateau Cakery in Dallas way back in 1981, developed it to a high level then in 1995 sold the business and moved to Florida (something about her horses). In 2004 after what she describes as a disastrous sojourn to the southeast she was back with us and opened up Jackie Spratt Cakes in University Park. As the ever knowledgeable and well informed D Magazine stated, “The Cake Queen is Back!”

Jackie was very patient and attentive, answering all questions with panache. This Lady had a ball hosting us and obviously answers to the beat of a different drummer, no lemming she. Our kind of people! Jackie with all her magic led us on a delightful tour of her cakes, fillings and icings and we could have been in the Dallas Museum of Art under the entertaining tutelage of four amigas Docents Brinker, Cuellar, Klion and Cook, en masse. It was an education and party all rolled into one event… Honest almost to a fault Jackie tells you how she feels whatever the consequences. You soon know that she going to cover your back and not see you (or her) embarrassed or disappointed. We soon developed the impression that she had turned the tables and was checking us out to see if we were worthy of her services. Jackie appears to be at the point in her career and life where she pretty much picks and chooses her customers.

Bottom Line: Jackie Spratt’s cakes were extraordinary. They were moist, rich and full of original flavor. The chocolate tasted like rich chocolate, eureka! The icing and fillings were all handmade on site and no institutional tubs were to be found in her shop. All her ingredients appear to be super fresh with everything made from scratch. The cakes, fillings and icing were all spot on and what about that Champagne Delight!. Mother of the bride was now the happiest of the lot. Another hurdle conquered and we had a great time! By the way, we couldn’t help also noticing her now legendary, huge cupcakes with a choice of fillings that can feed several hungry Texans.

By the way, we heartily recommend Jackie Spratt for other than just her extraordinary offerings and exquisite artistry. She demonstrates a real old fashioned caring personality and actually bonds with her customers. To boot, Jackie is Texas True through and through and anybody looking for the true spirit of The Republic need go no farther than Jackie Spratt.

Long Live The Queen!

Aye,

Ned Buxton

PS. A recent anonymous comment on this post well entrenched in the Dallas Affaires corner insists that I just had a bad experience and surely I must have, "too much time on my hands." That could very well be true, but what does that have to do with reflecting the reality of our experience and ultimately holding people accountable for their behaviors? By the way, other folks have weighed in with similar negative experiences with Dallas Affaires. Appears to be more than the tip of an iceberg which we could really use here in Texas. I sincerely hope that they recover themselves though that won't start to happen until they acknowledge they have a problem... Thanks for sharing your opinion. Aye, NB

KING OF POP - OK - BUT...

When Michael Jackson (1958-2009) passed to the other side I pondered his substantial musical influence on my life wondering what his ultimate legacy will be. Will I, like most everybody else, forgive and forget his blatant eccentricities and absolutely absurd, unacceptable behaviors of the last few years and choose to memorialize the showman, dancer, performer and musical genius extraordinaire he was? His now iconic music is unparalleled with several generations using his songs to script and accompany key rites de passage in their lives. His music means that he will never, ever really be far away…

Along with millions of other folks I listened to some of my favorite Jackson songs the first few days following his death. Those songs included one of my all time favorites, the 1995 Platinum, You Are Not Alone, the first song ever to debut as #1 on Billboard’s Hot 100. Though the melody was written by the mega talented twins, Eddy and Danny Van Passel (If We Can Start All Over), Michael made it his own with his lyrics and delivery. It seemed to fit Jackson just when his world started to change, seemingly for the worst. The semi-nude scenes against an ethereal backdrop in the You are Not Alone video of Jackson and then wife Lisa Marie Presley documented his transformation from a handsome medium-brown African American Man to an almost opaque lily white caricature. Vitiglio, lupus and a near (and maybe) lethal identity crisis had taken their toll and Michael exacerbated his soon to be bizarre appearance with a series of disastrous plastic surgeries on his face. I don’t know how I could have dealt with the trauma of such identity transforming illnesses so I’m not throwing any stones. From that point Michael was seemingly always trying to be or evolve into something else – the butterfly eternally struggling out of its chrysalis.

I then saw the Dallas Morning News editorial on June 27, 2009 re Michael and they mostly said it all for me…

“MICHAEL JACKSON, TRIUMPHANT AND TRAGIC

Michael Jackson's life, from beginning to end, was mythical and mysterious, triumphant and tragic. He represented both the best and the worst of American pop culture of the past half-century.

His meteoric rise as the youngest performer in the Jackson 5 seemed like something out of a fairy tale. The charmed prince went on to become the King of Pop when he and the talented music producers around him recognized that his talents could not be captured only in sound. He needed video.

He moved in ways we'd never seen before. He transformed pop music. He redirected the spotlight to good causes. And he became the biggest star in the world.

But along the way, his fame seemed to close in on him like a prison.

The higher his star rose, the deeper he sank into an insular world few understood. The glimpses we got into his life made us uncomfortable, skeptical. Then we were repulsed by the sexual abuse allegations, never proved, involving children.

A pop icon the world once could not get enough of was fully transformed into a shadowy, suspicious figure we'd rather not see. We hoped he would just disappear from the headlines. And he did, for the most part, until his recent plans for a comeback.

The whole tragic story of his life could be seen – literally – on his face as it changed through the years. The pressure of stardom, the yearning for a real childhood, the insecurity and, finally, the frailty.

He often said he was most comfortable on stage – gliding across the floor to a good beat, lost in his own world, yet connecting with fans from multiple generations.

We aren't sure that we can, but we will try to remember him that way.”

Michael wasn’t afraid to confront the major issues of our day including genocide, famine, discrimination/bigotry and war, among others in the guise of entertainment. Michael’s dramatic and poignant Man in the Mirror video can be used to gauge one’s understanding and awareness of a major part of the Modern Human Experience.

From a pure entertainment perspective don’t hesitate to also view Michael’s performance of Mirror at the 1988 Grammy Awards. – breathtaking…

Michael Jackson was time in a bottle and like other celebrities and their affectations, we probably contributed to his malaise and given his/our expectations, pushed him in that direction.

But, enough already, let Michael rest and allow us to move on with our lives without being bombarded 24/7 by yet another Jackson revelation, the location of Jackson’s animals, innumerable memorials or analysis of his children’s needs and states of mind. A totally consumed media has apparently successfully engaged an infotainment paradigm and is seemingly transforming itself into a tabloid institution. The second autopsy, the toxicology tests, his alleged abuse of prescription medications, the interviews with Jackson’s physician - Texas cardiologist Dr. Conrad Murray (who now has an attorney), Michael’s insolvency, his last will and testament, Big Daddy Joe, Neverland, the involvement of Jesse Jackson, the speculation that Jackson’s body will lie in state and the competition for and chaotic speculation of Jackson’s final resting place (heart and brain?) all seem to point to an endless parade of Michael this and Michael that, ad nauseum. Count on Daddy Joe and the owners of Neverland to keep The Gloved One’s legacy flowing. It’s all about money…

While we need to pay tribute to Michael Jackson, the Media’s over the top homage to an incredible and irrational excess cheapens and renders irrelevant the real world and validates the observation that the media is using this as another last hurrah to bolster their sagging revenues. Hopefully the memorial service at the Staples Center in Los Angeles will allow for a proper and dignified goodbye. Michael deserves that...

Maybe someday Michael can finally sleep and the rest of us who have to continue our mostly “mundane” trials and tribulations on this earthly plane can move on - though at this time that reality seems a very distant prospect.

Aye,

Ned Buxton