Although my head may be bloodied, it is unbowed. The rest of you should also be ashamed of yourselves for visiting this obscure blog that no self-respecting Christian Scientist has any business reading. This is a reference, of course, to the chastisement received in a comment to the previous entry, possibly from some drudge in Boston, for all the disgusting material posted here. Please be assured, however, that at least none of the comments is my own surreptitious double-dipping. But if what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, and Christian Scientists have no business reading this blog and the comments thereto, what pure and uplifting business does Ms Trammell have with Meow Mix and eriscopes?
We are informed in an article ("Planet Waves") reprinted in Andrew Hartsook's latest issue of "The Banner"--bless his longsuffering heart--that the Planet Waves writer and Ms Trammell met at Meow Mix (definitely not something for your cat) some years ago while some "research"-- the writer's quotes, not mine--was being conducted. One suspects that research could be a Meow Mix euphemism for some very un-kittylike behavior. Meow Mix, in NYC, as most readers of this know by now, is among other things a hard-core private sex club of some sort. If a visiting lady pussycat wishes to, shall we say, scratch the tender back of another available lady pussycat they won't be shown the door. In short, you don't take your sweet little kitten to Meow Mix for an innocent frolic. This can be verified by a visit to the Meow Mix web site, but send the children outside to play before you do. Yes, one does rather wonder about that "research".
It is now being claimed by the Planet Waves writer, so one hears, that even the original article reprinted by Mr. Hartsook was just a joke and she doesn't even know Ms Trammell. Riiiiight! Mr. Hartsook confirms, deflates once again, their silly riposte that the Trammell horoscope and eriscope caper was just a parody. Parody of what? That she has a kitten-like fancy for horoscopes and eriscopes? This parody excuse appears to be a very lame attempt by some fellow-traveler of Ms Trammell to foist off on gullible rubes a clumsy Rube Goldberg of their own. The only parody here is the parody of a slick cover-up. Anyone still unaware of what this is all about is referred to two earlier entries of this blog, "Earth to Mary Trammell" (Nov. 2) and the following entry. As you read you may need to beware, though, of the sensual siren song of the Planet Waves business model.
Mr. Hartsook's "Banner" can be obtained from him at 2040 Hazel Avenue, Zanesville, OH 43701. His book Christian Science After 1910 is also recommended and can be purchased directly from him or from The Bookmark. That The Mother Church appears to be punctiliously straining at gnats in some of his articles (while, to many, shamelessly swallowing camels of disregard for the spirit of the Church Manual, if not the letter) shows that his carefully researched findings must fit them like a hair shirt.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Shakespeare, King Lear