Legally Bombed on the Poop Train

In the sixties cult classic, The King of Hearts, a Scottish soldier played by the late Alan Bates is dispatched by his commander to a small French village to diffuse bombs left behind by Nazis.  Once there, he tries to convince the townspeople of their imminent peril but they could give a rat’s ass.  Instead they insist on dressing in costumes and holding a carnival in the streets. 

At some point he realizes that he’s actually dealing with the patients of the local insane asylum. The other villagers fled to safety before his arrival, leaving the crazies behind.

Last Friday, aside from the usual “Trump fumes in tweet threat,” this was the headline in our local paper that first caught my eye: “Legally Bombed.”  It referred to the annual 4/20 Fest happening in Golden Gate Park.  This festival has been going on for years but this was the first time it was officially legal.  Yes, finally Gram and Gramps can smoke their weed in peace and we don’t have to worry about posting bail.


Then my eyes fell on this gem: “S.F. toilet monitor becomes a hero.” In San Francisco, public toilets or “pit stops” are so notorious for drug overdoses that they must be monitored by an actual human being.  So if you’re in SF and decide to use a pit stop, be aware that someone is counting how long it takes you to pee. I’m not sure what the accepted norm is, but don’t dawdle. Despite my snarkiness, this was actually a sweet story about an ex-con who saved the lives of two alleged junkies and was honored by the city.  No ticker tape parade but a commendation and a new uniform.

The next scratch-your-head-till-it-bleeds headline came from the great state of Alabama where they just executed an 83 year old man for the mail-bomb slaying of a federal judge back in 1989.  If they’d had him in prison for so long, why wait until he’s got one foot in the grave anyway? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. The last sentence of the article was the kicker:  He did not respond when an official asked if he had any last words.  Indeed.

But, boys and girls, I’ve saved the most bizarre news item for last. In addition to executing 83 year olds, Alabama is the final resting place for New York City’s poop. The residents of tiny Parrish found this out the hard way when one of the “poop trains” used to transport the shit sat on tracks outside their town for two months.Ten million pounds of poop left sitting in Alabama’s humid climate. It must have smelt heavenly. There is a plus to poop, of course. Shit processing provides jobs which the state desperately needs. But, who did the residents of Parrish blame the stench on? Lax environmental laws? The fact that their officials had no plan to transport the shit from the trains to the landfill?  No. You got it. The elite liberals of New York.  I can’t wait till Trump finds out.  What do you think he’ll tweet?

It’s time to find that insane asylum, folks, and beg for admittance.  By the way, Happy Earth Day. May you never find a poop train in your backyard.

27 thoughts on “Legally Bombed on the Poop Train

  1. Oh. my. goodness. I am almost wordless about everything that you’ve written here. I’ve heard of the movie, but never seen it. I didn’t know about peeing quickly in SF. I was aware of AL’s execution, but didn’t know what NYC was sending their way. It’s Monday here in the good ‘ole US of A, isn’t it? All of this, too weird.

    1. It was a strange day! I saw the King of Hearts when I was quite young and it really stuck with me. I recently rewatched it and it seemed a little campy. Tastes change – but the message still resonants. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s really quite mad.

      1. Really? I remember loving it and being introduced to Alan Bates so I want to see it again. I’ll have to think myself back to college age to relive it.

  2. I once followed a plumbing company truck. Written on the back was: “Your shit IS my business!” New York City used to drag it out into the Atlantic and dump it.

    1. From what I’ve read there are ways to properly process sewage but then you have to believe there’s really a problem and that it’s not someone else’s problem.

  3. There was a time when I watched The King of Hearts several times, loved that movie; fun to see a clip of it again, thanks. That national news map in the Chronicle is always entertaining to read, and you did a great job of highlighting the features, Jan. Had me chuckling a couple of times. But you’re right, that poop train is oh-so-hilarious.

  4. This is absolutely brilliant! Those poop—sorry, poor—people in Alabama… And yes, of course they’d blame the nasty libs from NY, wouldn’t they? But you’re right, the real dread here comes from thinking what Mr. T’s glib Twitter fingers are going to have to say about that 😀 Brilliant. Brilliant, brilliant.

    Thanks so much for stopping over at Damyanti’s yesterday, and for the lovely comment—much, much appreciated. And I’m doubly glad you did, because now I know where you ‘live’ (jeez, that sounds so stalkerish), and I’ll be back! (I just made it worse, didn’t I? I’m not a stalker creep. Really, I’m not.)
    Guilie @ Life In Dogs

  5. Oh, the King of Hearts! I loved that movie, and of course, the only scene I can remember is the one where we see Alan Bate’s bum. It was an age when a man’s butt wasn’t something you saw very much of, unless you were on a swim team.

    Of course it has to be dog poop in Alabama. It sums up so much.

    1. It was a French movie so they could get away with the butt scene. It’s hard to differentiate the sane from the insane these days but I guess it’s been that way for a long time.

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