THE INFORMATION #762 DECEMBER 13, 2013

THE INFORMATION
#762 DECEMBER 13, 2013
Copyright 2013 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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The constellations this year seem unfavourable to rebels.–Cesare Borgia
 
WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER EIGHT: PART TWENTY-TWO: THE FALL

Whenever Smash Conklin was concerned, the weather was always cloudy with a chance of sorrows. The sun outside may have been summer, but it was always winter in his heart.

How he got to be that way is not easy to ken. It’s not like he was a city Yellof, born and bred to the filth of the gutter and liking no other kind. It’s not as though he ran with a boy gang as looked up to the criminal kind and gloried in the tales of badmen and crooked pols. No, he himself said he was a farm boy from Gibsonia, an orphan, a hired hand, a virtual slave to hear him tell OF it, who left school at fourteen and run away from the farm and had strayed like a innocent lamb into Central Depot and wandered the main drag where you would likely find all the message parlors and cigar stores and pool halls and taverns and low dives–all fronts for gambling hells–the ambit of the Noxtown wolves–gamblers on the grift and paying tribute to the police precinct Captain Aston and the Alderman Adam Tyler–as did the cathouses and doss houses and flophouses and so-called pharmacies and opium dens–and as did every wrongdoer right down to the Lilies who walked the street–all of whom were also dependent for their uninterrupted business enterprises to the same corrupt gang of boodlers–because, between the two of them, Aston and Tyler had the Noxtown vice racket completely sewn up.

They both of them had beefs with Red Mary because she had spoke back to them in a way that ill behooved a Tart in the presence of Important Men. You should have seen her, at the stroke of midnight, red hair flaring from beneath a straw hat, dressed all nicey-nice in crinoline and lace, with a corset and a bustle, as she bearded the lion Captain Aston in his gas-lit but dreary stone precinct house den when Sweet Molly, one of her dark-haired “girls,” was picked up on the word of a reforming preacher on a charge of “soliciting to prostitute”. “It’s a lie,” snapped she, standing before his high desk as he looked down at her and Sweet Molly. “All my girls know better. That John is lying. Why not arrest HIM?”

“He’s a minister of the Gospel, and he swears the girl made lewd insinuations accompanied by suggestive remarks.”

“So you’re going to go on the say-so of a half-blind Sky Pilot? Wasn’t one of MY girls, of that I can assure you. It ain’t no great scratch to me, payin’ the fine. It’s the principle of the thing that galls me. That Holy Joe is either lyin’ through his teeth, or he’s as stupid as a hog.”

“Try to show some respect for the clergy, Mary.”

“Don’t you take that line with me, Tom Aston,” said Mary, right pert. “Me and you go back a ways, and you know full well how I do business.”

“Let’s just say it was a mistake then, and let bygones be bygones. Just pay the fine, and I’ll square the beef with the reverend Whosis.”

‘Not so fast, Mr. Policeman. I’m bright to your racket. No fine, and be glad I don’t demand an apology. I pay enough Rhino to you coppers as is, and, like I says, it’s the principle of the thing. Or do you want maybe I should talk to Alderman Tyler?”

“No need to be a saucebox,” says Aston, thoroughly cowed. “I’ll release the girl to you and there’ll be an end on it.”

I’ll never forget her–how she stuck to her guns. There she was, all of 90 pounds, and she was ginnin’ up to get all into slinging the hatchet, even for one of her silly whores. Moral: When a mort blows her stack, be very ware!

But unfortunately, as a result of the incident at the precinct house, Red Mary got in bad with Alderman Tyler.

Tyler was a yeller-looking fat man who looked and smelled like rancid butter, with two pug-battered ears and a belly as round and tight as a pigskin. He’d been a bare-knuckle fighter in his prime–fought under the name Putcho–had a mouth full of broken teeth–wore a rabbit’s foot attached to a watch chain–lived in the penthouse of the second-best hotel in town–had an in with all the up and comers in the town–he may have been born to hang, but he would never starve, at least not so long as his twin rookers were able to grasp at every last piece of loose swag. From time to time you’d see him in the lobby of the local Jerry House, gasping for breath as he delivered one damned lie right after another, sayin’ how he was going to do for this one and put paid to that one. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t; it was that once he announced his intentions his prospective victims would take care to steer well clear of him, which was very likely the way he liked it.

Alderman Tyler was about whooping his party to the top of the greasy pole and knocking the spots off ‘n all the other bums and gulls and pleasing the sachems and high-up muckety-mucks. The Democratic machine was full of crooks and the Republican machine was full of chiselers and Tyler was a loyal Democrat nearly all the time, unless there was a great deal of money in looking the other way and letting his rival get one over just for once. It was in just that way that he would square a beef between a preacher and a lady of easy virtue; would swear a drunken thieving bummer was his long lost pal; and Tyler would sure-‘nough steal of hot stove, then turn around and sue the manufacturer because he burned his hands. There wasn’t hardly anything he wouldn’t say or do for the Democratic Party Boss–or to keep the boodle on the simmer. He could clear you from a murder beef if he so chose–or make a simple burglary into a penitentiary job if he had a mind to. He blew hot and cold, depending mostly on one thing: What Was In It For Him.

And that little favor that Red Mary had called in on behalf of Sweet Molly–who was quite a looker, by the by, and one who could have turned a heel and caught the eye of even the most devout Man of God–ended up being called in by Alderman Tyler, who fancied himself The Big Dog Under the Wagon. I wasn’t privy to their palaver, but I imagine it went something along these lines:

“I made nice to that Sky Pilot for YOU, so why don’t YOU do something nice for me?”

But Red Mary made it a policy to never trade favors for sex. She offered to pay him for the fix, but for once money was not on Alderman Tyler’s mind. I dunno how it turned out, but I imagine Sweet Molly went with Tyler to square the beef and trim his lamp wick for him, but, unbeknownst to Red Mary, she had made an enemy in Tyler–one who would no longer be quite as ready to do her a favor should the necessity present itself.

I once asked Red Mary about the two of them and she didn’t have very many kind words for either of the Yellofs. “Stopper your Gob,” says she. “Two worse blockheads I should never meet, but Tyler is the bottom of the barrel and I wouldn’t even hire him to play piano in one of my cathouses.”

She snorted at the very thought, and then added, not entirely unkindly, “But to my way of thinking, someday he just might make a fine Vice President of the United States.”

http://www.thenoiseboard.com/index.php?showtopic=218311&st=50

1*SALUTATION
HUSKER DU
HARE KRSNA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3iXCEhHdUM

2*REFERENCE
MAP OF WORD ORIGINS
http://www.businessinsider.com/european-maps-showing-origins-of-common-words-2013-11

3*HUMOR
THE CASUAL OPTIMIST
http://casualoptimist.tumblr.com/

4*NOVELTY
HEART OF DARKNESS
1938 radio version
Orson Welles & The Mercury Theatre
http://tpr.ly/1eMzzUy

5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
Library Copy of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ Tests Positive for Herpes and Cocaine
http://disinfo.com/2013/11/library-copy-fifty-shades-grey-tests-positive-herpes-cocaine/

6* DAILY UTILITY
DICTIONARY OF PRISON SLANG
http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=22858&garpg=2

7*CARTOON
MONSTERCRAZY
http://monstercrazy.tumblr.com/

8*PRESCRIPTION
MIDDLE EASTERN VEGETABLE SALAD
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/middle-eastern-vegetable-salad-recipe/index.html

9*RUMOR PATROL
THE CONSPIRACY TO RULE THE WORLD
http://disinfo.com/2011/11/the-conspiracy-to-rule-the-world/

10* LAGNIAPPE
THE KNOCK-OUT GAME
http://www.npr.org/blogs/codeswitch/2013/11/27/247366898/the-knockout-game-an-old-phenomenon-with-fresh-branding?utm_content=socialflow&utm_campaign=nprfacebook&utm_source=npr&utm_medium=facebook

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
If You Want Reporters to Check Stories Before They Publish, You’re a Hater
By David Weigel  
http://www.slate.com/blogs/weigel/2013/12/03/buzzfeed_and_elan_gale_s_internet_hoax_too_good_to_check.html

ALSO SEE:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2013/12/03/248341071/little-ditty-about-lackin-diane-hug-a-skeptic-today
 
*11A BOOKS AND MOVIES REVIEWED
1963. MORGAN & LEVE. ***1/2
AVENGERS 1: AVENGERS WORLD. ***1/2
BATMAN FOREVER. [FILM] *1/2
BATMAN 2. CIRCLE OF VIOLENCE. ****
BATMAN DETECTIVE 2: SCARE TACTICS. ***1/2
CO-MIX. SPIEGELMAN. ***
DOUBLE DOWN. HELPERIN & HEILEMANN. ****
DRAWING POWER. ****
ENDER’S GAME. CARD/YOST/GERRY. ****
THE GODFATHER PART TWO. [FILM.] ****
THE GRAPHIC CANON 3. ****
HIP-HOP FAMILY TREE 1. PISKOR. ****
IMPOSSIBLE TALES. DITKO. ***
MAXIMUM MINIMUM WAGE. FINGERMAN. ***1/2
MINDHUNTER. DOUGLAS. ***1/2
NEW SCHOOL. SHAW. ***1/2
A PASSAGE TO INDIA. FORSTER. ****1/2
THE PSYCHOPATH INSIDE. FALLON. ****
RECLAIMING PARKLAND. DIEUGENIO. ***1/2
A ROOM WITH A VIEW. FORSTER. ****
SNARK HANDBOOK: GOV’T & POLITICS ED. DORFMAN. ***
SOLO. ****
STATS AND CURIOSITIES FROM HBR. ****
SUPERMAN: LAST SON OF KRYPTON ***1/2
THE TAKING OF PELHAM 1-2-3. (2009) [FILM]. ***
TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. LUST. ****1/2
TRINITY. FETTERVORM. ****
TV LAND TO GO. ****

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 720.
CONTRA ART SPIEGELMAN
http://www.newrepublic.com/article/115649/art-spiegelman-retrospective-jewish-museum

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