It couldn't have happened to the righter person
Most of us in the states, knew this fellow, Alistair Cook, as the grandfatherly Englishman who introduced weekly episodes of Masterpiece Theatre (memorably during the period of The Forsythe Saga and Upstairs, Downstairs) on the tele. If you spent anytime in the UK, though, you got to hear him weekly, in his true persona. He had been recording a "Letter From America" for something like sixty years when he died a bit ago. In this weekly letter he revealed himself as a rampant asskisser of power, a deeply fascistic fellow with an awe for all that is wrong headed in conservative economics. The obsequious, obsessive brown nosing was sickening to listen to.And so it only seems fitting, even right to find out that as his body lay in a US funeral home:
"...body snatchers allegedly surgically removed his bones and sold them for more than $7,000 (£4,000) to a company supplying parts for use in dental implants and various orthopaedic procedures."I will admit admiration for his step daughter who showed the proper concern when she said, "I'm most shocked... that my stepfather's ancient and cancerous bones should have been passed off as healthy tissue to innocent patients"
Labels: Alistair Cook, body snatchers
posted by Peter (the other) @ 9:52 AM
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...and you call me mean and angry...
Ah, but notice how sensible I am, I only kick someone when they are not only down, but dead and deboned as well. Madame, I am no fool!
Well I see you are in the XMAS spirit and I have a bone to pick with you. Even in death Grandfather Alistair has bested all these capitalist scum and profiteers! Yes they got his parts! They never did get the sum of his parts however. They made their money, those robber barons, but the consumer paid dearly. So much for globalization. So much for the bare bones of capitalism, and so much for the illustrious Alistair Cook. Sometimes you have to lose to win, and Grandpa Alistair won by losing, and even in death he had a good poker hand. (even though somebody else has that cancerous hand now.)
Euro, you done got some way with words! Yes sir! :-)
A merry XMAS to you and all your favorite Luxemburgers.
Thank you, Peter. Cooke needed a good kicking. His demise and filleting were not enough! He's in Hell, now, if there is one and we are all richer for it, though not every one us in a strictly monetary sense.
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas indeed!
LMAO filleting...... jeezus!
One wonders, what would happen, if the spirit of dearly departed Alistair's bones were so inclined.... to take possesion in the newly grafted jawlines and shiny molars??????
Perhaps there is the chance of an ongoing "Letter from America" from the otherworld as the bone recipients start speaking in tongues? Or would that be speaking in bones?
I used to know this ol' geezer in Boston, who would hang around jazz clubs, and as the last set of the night came on, asked if he could sit in. Out of an old wooden box with a luscious velvet interior, would come a pair of polished old bones (he claimed of human derivation), that he would clack with unfortunate talent, That Ol' Black Magic being his choice number. He called himself "Bones", to add to the macabre picture. Perhaps Alistair is clacking in some musical way.
Sammy, I thought you might take notice of this as I believe you have friends in the goulish arts, n'est-ce pas?
Modesty prevents me from going into too much detail, Peter. But I maintain an office in Brooklyn and this is my dog. The conclusions are left as an exercise for the reader.
Bone snatchers? How friggin' gross! Never heard of that around here or anywhere else I've lived.
Happy Merry to ya. Hope your Holiday is filled with Peace, Love, Joy, Health, Happiness, and a goodly stock of high-quality bottled spirits!
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