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    New York’s Most Loathsome, reprisals reprised

    Monday, June 12th, 2006

    When New York Press editor Alex Zaitchik asked me to help write the paper’s 2005 list of the “Most Loathsome New Yorkers,” I took to the task gladly and also asked that my byline be attached to each of my votes. But one of our fellow contributors apparently freaked out at the idea of the […]

    Footnote to the Rhyme of the Mariner: What the Merchant Marines Saw

    Sunday, June 11th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham (Note: Merchant mariners who fought in World War II were never honestly recognized or remunerated for the terrors they endured from the wolf-pack u-boats of the German navy. In Brooklyn I’ve spent a little time, several years, in bars where old Liberty ship mariners used to drink. Below is a true story, […]

    Shooting the Cactus, Pissing in Each Other’s Mouths: A Story from the American Desert

    Sunday, June 11th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham “I meant no harm. I most truly did not. But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got. I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads. I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads. And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.” — “The Lorax,” Dr. Seuss Emerging in May on […]

    Bonobolicious, or The Bonobable Tale of the Bonobo Monkey (A Strip-club Crack-up in Three Acts)

    Sunday, June 11th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham SCENE: Said the rat-faced drunk in the strip club: “You know, if I wasn’t lucky enough to be a human being, say, if I was a Bonobo monkey, I’d be trying to screw you up the ass right now.” He paused. I looked at him trying to smile. “Yeah, I’d be trying […]

    A Day in the Life of the Dick Cheney Presidency

    Sunday, June 11th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham Recent events in the career of our outdoorsman vice-president recall an encounter I had with the VP several years ago. It was during the short-lived Dick Cheney presidency on Saturday July 29, 2002. On the dawn of the day of the Cheney ascendancy, the day on which at an unknown hour George […]

    Why We Don’t Fight: Ike, Henry Miller and the America that Never Was

    Friday, June 9th, 2006

    By Christopher Ketcham Petra and I left “Why We Fight,” the Eugene Jarecki film, in tears. It’s because we are ashamed, I offered. The shame that comes to any thinking American who realizes what is perpetrated in his name, on his behalf, for his benefit, across the planet. Dead bodies in a dusty street, mothers […]

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