Nov. 6, 2000
Jeffrey
R. DeRego |

How Beat 13 Came
to Be
I learned a little bit about HTML from
the WYSIWYG interface of Geocities where
I assembled a one time, never visited,
on-line fiction mag named Beat 13. I
always thought the title had a nice ring,
and so when asked to think of something
to call this column I simply couldn't put
Beat 13 away.
This incarnation of Beat 13 will focus on
several topics from entertainment to
politics, and everything I can think of
to shove under the title. So, any readers
with ideas, complaints and issues, or who
otherwise wish to nag me can write via
e-mail to jrder@yahoo.com -JRD
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Pull
My Finger
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
HippoPress.com
It's that time of year. The leaves are nearly gone, cold
wind spills down from Canada through window gaps and
under doors, thermostats are cranked well above 65
degrees and people are contemplating which relatives to
invite to Thanksgiving dinner.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays; this has
nothing to do with the mounds of delicious food prepared
by my most able brother, Aaron, nor the chance to kibitz
with relatives unseen since last Thanksgiving. No. It's
my favorite because it begins the official holiday
"pull my finger" season.
You all know the Pull My Finger game don't you? I think
someone's uncle invented it. The game is simple. Wait for
the turkey, turnips and carrots, green bean casserole,
and any number of other methane inducing foods to ferment
in your belly. Then, when your abdominal pressure is just
under 600 PSI, ask one of the littlest kids to tug your
outstretched digit.
A loud report temporarily silences the gathering. The
child, unaware that the makings of this gastrointestinal
supernova were already in production, scowls. You laugh,
everyone asks what the smell is, and you, the farter,
blame the child. Occasionally, if someone has made the
mistake of contributing baked beans to the gathering, it
may be necessary to peel the child from the opposite
wall, and on even rarer occasions, extinguish smoldering
underwear and pencil in singed eyebrows.
Why all this talk about Pull My Finger?
Well, this year is extra special and Pull My Finger takes
on an extra meaning. Like a leap year, which adds an
extra day to February every fourth year, we are presented
with the opportunity to play Pull My Finger on a national
scale.
It's an election year. This year we have several uncles
offering their index fingers for a gentle tug - Vice
President Al Gore, Texas Governor George Bush, right wing
fanatical isolationist Pat Buchanan, and fly in the
ointment of Big Business Ralph Nader.
The connection of this election to Pull My Finger rests
mainly with the inherent physical comparison of voters
(children), pulling a special lever (Uncle Stinky's index
finger), then complaining about the outcome (like
everyone else in the room when Pull My Finger is played).
I can't honestly say whether or not I will participate in
this round of national league Pull My Finger. I am not
alone. Apparently recent polling data suggests that more
than one half of the voting eligible will sit this one
out.
I think I know what the problem is. I think it has to do
with the overt corruption of our political system.
Why does it take upwards of $1 billion dollars to get a
200,000 dollar-a-year job in the White House? Doesn't
this freeze virtually all of us out of the process?
Hello
Anyone?.. Even the New Hampshire, the
gubernatorial campaign has cost more than $4 million
bucks.
This is brought into the spotlight by the repeated
attempts of Buchanan, Nader, and Browne to get into the
public side of the political process only to have their
attempts repeatedly squashed by the two major parties.
None of the "fringe" candidates made it to the
debate stage this year. Why? Well, the debate commission
that oversees the way debates are staged, is
administrated by high-ranking members of both major
political parties. They set the rules, and the media
conglomerates from which most of us get the news are all
too eager to oblige.
Think about this though
Changing presidents is like
changing hats. If you change your hat when your other
clothes are dirty, does it suddenly make the clothes
clean?
The likely outcome of the election, a Bush victory, has
already created social repercussions. Barbara Streisand
declared nuclear war against Spain. Cher returned from an
overseas film set to offer her services to the Gore
campaign. What is she, a spandex clad mercenary? Maybe
she can sing "I Got You Babe" with a defeated
Al Gore until Tipper administers the suicide pills
The rest of Hollywood has vowed to move to Antarctica
should the election fall in favor of Bush.
What stuns me most of all, what absolutely takes my
breath away, is the fact that so many people take this
election as seriously as they do. Don't they know how it
ends?
Just like Pull My Finger - it stinks.
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