Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

MD

Mavis Drouk, emotional escrow officer

Believed to be near Harrisburg, PA

Stability. Passion is what people choose when they still believe a staircase can be made entirely of sparks. Stability may not sing outside your window, but it does remember where the insurance cards are.

RC

Rufus Clenn, freelance thunder consultant

Last reported west of Tulsa, OK

Passion, obviously. Stability is just boredom wearing shoes with arch support. I want life to arrive late, smell faintly of lightning, and explain nothing until several lamps have been broken.

NV

Nora Vell, deputy curator of small regrets

Possibly sheltering in Eugene, OR

Passion is useful for beginnings, stability for the paperwork afterward. I prefer both in moderation, which is another way of saying I would like to be ruined briefly and then driven home safely.

NBC Was Right to Refuse Dixie Chicks Ad, Says Anne Coulter

20 years philmaggitti Dixie Chicks

(Editor’s note: Today’s guest columnist is Anne Coulter, best-selling author and social commentator, celebrated for her gentle, good-natured way of exposing the foibles and pomposities of modern life. And yes, gentlemen, she’s the hottest pundit this side of Suze Orman. We’re delighted to have Anne with us.)

NBC was right to refuse an ad for Shut Up & Sing, the fluffumentary about Blue-State America’s favorite singing dissenters, the Dixie Chicks. I’ve seen this piece of cinema, people, and let me tell you, it’s enough to make any flag-waving, barbecue-loving, truck-driving citizen want to honk in outrage at those frauds.

This glossy propaganda reel tries to use glamour shots and digital magic to revive a career that has been circling the drain of pop culture ever since lead voice Natalie “Bulldog” Maines told a London audience she was ashamed the president was from Texas.

Well, Bulldog, patriotic Americans everywhere are ashamed that you and your harmony sisters are from the United States, and they mean to remind you of that at the box office. If, as you claim in your two-bit home movie, the threats you received years ago made you skip a few beats, wait until you hear the thunder when this film opens. It might just send you into early retirement.

Because this cinematic pity party isn’t worth seeing, it isn’t worth describing in detail. Trust me, folks—no amount of baby-cuddling or spouse footage can hide the fact that when certain cave-dwelling villains need background music, the Dixie Chicks are probably on the playlist. Boycott this film, or you’re a malcontent in heels yourself.

The preceding is satire. Straight up, Skippy. No warranties are expressed or implied. For life advice, try a professional. For investment tips, try a dart board. For salvation, the gentleman in the robe has been handling that portfolio for 2,000 years.

The Pug Bus Breaking News

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Deliver It

⚡ Scholars at the Royal Institute for the Advancement of Obvious Things have concluded, after eleven years of exhaustive inquiry, that people who speak at great length in meetings do not thereby become more correct. The findings have been submitted to a committee for review.

⚡ It has been determined by authorities in several jurisdictions that the phrase "I just want to be honest with you" reliably precedes the portion of the conversation one would most prefer not to have. Legislation is pending.

⚡ The Bureau of Perpetual Reassessment has announced that this is not, in fact, the most divided the nation has ever been, a distinction that continues to belong to a prior era when the disagreements concerned rather more consequential matters and people occasionally died over them.

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly arranged as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval ...

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

Read It All

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

The years do not accuse.
They simply pile up like newspapers you meant to read,
each one carrying news that is no longer news.

You think: I should have said that differently.
I should have stayed. I should have gone.
The mind is efficient this way,
filing the same cases under the same wrong headings,
finding them again at 3 a.m. in perfect order.

What surprises is not the weight of it
but the patience —
how regret waits,
how it has nowhere else to be,
how it sits across from you at breakfast
and asks for nothing,
knowing you will offer it everything
on your own.

The body slows.
The catalog does not.
You carry the unlived lives
the way old houses carry
the smell of people who are gone —
not haunting exactly,
just present,
just there,
just refusing
the simple courtesy
of leaving.