Notes from MC.

Some time ago we presented a strange rewrite of the Bush-Limbaugh interview, prepared by a staffer (whom we shall call MC) who had been driven insane with loathing and disgust by the experience of reading the actual transcript. We are pleased to report that he has been released from the hospital following intensive chemical treatment. He has not yet regained the power of speech, but his tremors have largely ceased, and he follows simple commands well enough to handle copying, collating, and basic filing. Glad to have you back, MC!

With the crayons and paper he was provided in his cell he managed to jot down a few semi-coherent notes hinting at the cause of his breakdown. Though these are barely comprehensible, we have decided to print them more or less as is. They constitute a sort of parable, or a warning. The punctuation and spellings are his own:


i saw bright all at once inside the heart of the castle and i heard drum-drum-drum
and i sawtorchlight men with blood faces some prechristian facepaint and scent of anger thick as incense reekedout that fat
man in the radio booth the little man in germanic crisp suit
his little laugh heh-heh
little altar between them two faces

talkin bout war

ever feel that pissing paralysis that weepingcold seethe that tells you not only you wont
dodge the bullet but you couldnt move to miss the slap couldnt move if you choked if youwantd to even take a breath that
wasnt blown into you

out back of head tubes burble out scarlet smoke
what im trying to say here is
that reality doesnt go any further than that campfire ring that ring of stones they crammedinto the dirt

and those smooth masks almost kissing as they lean in

are all youll ever see itsonewayitsarailroaditsajavelinstuckdeep
try to talk back to them just try

your lips will be frozen,
frozen too


If his recovery continues we hope next week to advance him to data entry. Join us in wishing him well.