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The Duke of Hazard "Hunter S. Thompson blasted through the world like a big-finned rocket of defiance and revulsion. He leaves a big burned hole and a safer, duller world." (Click the link to view the latest edition to the "worm food album . . .)
Here We Go Round the Barber's Pole
Dana Stevens blogs @ SLATE - "Everything you never wanted to know about Michael Jackson's Johnson."
I, for one, never thought I'd be sipping my morning coffee while reading about Michael Jackson's penis. According to a detective who investigated the 1993 molestation case that Jackson settled out of court, the singer's private parts are easily identifiable because of the "brown circles," a result of twice-weekly skin bleaching, that make his world-famous wing-wang resemble a "barber's pole."
... Let's all think about Michael Jackson's penis, shall we? ... In one of those crystalline formulations bound to make other writers weep with envy, (SLATE writer) Dahlia Lithwick wrote, 'No one believed it was possible to walk both forward and backward at the same time until Michael Jackson came along. That was his genius.' Today's 'barber-pole' revelation may seem like prurient trivia, but think about it: The key piece of physical evidence in the biggest child-molestation trial of the new century may be the sex organ of a man who is neither black nor white, and whose uneasy transition between races is inscribed on his very skin. How many uniquely American obsessions—our racial self-loathing, our craze for cosmetic 'self-improvement,' our strange combination of salaciousness and prudery—converge in our collective imagination of that bit of flesh?"
(If or when Wacko Jacko ever gets outta the slammer with his booty intact, I fear there's a "reality" TV show with his name on it . . .)
