Gallows (Literally) Humor, Part II
It is, perhaps, common for anyone dealing in humor to see something funny in almost anything, even tragedy, the grotesque, and horror. Usually a guilt mechanism kicks in and we stifle our laughter, but some news stories create images in our heads that trump any sense of decency. A headline this past week continues to tickle me: Woman Convicted of Frying Husband. In the words of Dave Barry, I'm not making this up. After she had done him in, she chopped him into small pieces, got out the skillet and Crisco, and put her culinary skills to good use. I'm wondering, breaded or just lightly dusted with flour?
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:40 AM
8 Comments:
Tempura, perhaps?
Great cartoon and commentary, John C
I didn't read that story, but in today's paper there was an article about a man in Houston who killed, dismembered and then grilled his former girlfriend on two barbeque grills on his apartment deck. The neighbors reported large flames burning for days, and an "acrid smell". Authorities have been unable to find any remains of the girl. (Huntsville Times, March 26 Pp. A3)
I know it's getting close to Easter, but I think some people may be taking this entire Eucharist thing a bit too far......
Tempura, Lee? A batter. I like it.
Ohmigosh, Kate, you topped me. I started laughing the minute I saw the word "barbeque." Tex-Mex sauce, no doubt. The flames burned for days? There's the problem. You definitely never want to overcook.
I don't know who could top you, John, but it certainly is not I!
All I did was paraphrase the original article.
But I think that is quite a compliment. Thanks.
You know what they say John... we are what we eat!!! urrrgh... LOL
I have always loved the notion of “free range” chicken as it summons up the old song “Home on The Range” where the deer and the antelope play and seldom is heard a discouraging word. It seems to me that an undiscouraged chicken who hangs out with deer and antelope is bound to be tastier than one who spends his entire life in a dark cage. The Italians calls their free range chickens “pollo ruspante.” The verb “ruspare” means to scratch, just as a hen scratches when she is not discouraged from doing so.
The story in Houston is sickening, for sure. The ex-boyfriend tried to kill himself shortly after arrest before spilling the rest of his confession. He's on a suicide watch. Death would be too quick an end for him. He should be tortured slowly. The cute Texas A&M student whose life was so cruelly taken had fears of coming home that week. Well-grounded fears. The search for her dismembered body in multiple landfills was called off after he admitted to burning the pieces. What a sicko! I can't even imagine her family's grief. Nita
Where does all this stuff come from? It is so anti-nature. I wonder if the idea weren't planted there in the first place by television and movies whether people would even conceive of such heinous crime? A surf of channels on any given night of the week points to the endemic blood lust by producers of this stuff. But I guess people must want it... they watch it?!
Once upon a time there were checks and balances on what could be screened... now it's open slather... leaving the mentally/emotionally/spiritually vulnerable amongst us open to desensitisation and corruption of basic human values. When will we say enough is enough... and insist that regulatory bodies do what they are paid to do... regulate! In this case... regulation is not a loss of democratic freedom... it is a protection mechanism for those who can't "self regulate" (and a saviour for their victims). Just my 2 cents...
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