If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed and dry cleaners depressed? Laundry workers could decrease, eventually becoming depressed and depleted!
Even more, bed makers will be debunked, baseball players will be debased, landscapers will be deflowered, bulldozer operators will be degraded, organ donors will be delivered, software engineers will be detested, the BVD company will be debriefed, and even musical composers will eventually decompose.
On a more positive note though, perhaps we can hope liberal politicians will be devoted.
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-- Charles Bronson -
Died August 30, 2003 Born November 3, 1921
Actor*. Best remembered for his roles in the movies "The Great Escape," "The Dirty Dozen," and the "Death Wish" series of movies. Born Charles Buchinski in Ehrenfeld, Pennsylvania, to a family of Lithuanian immigrant coal miners, he followed his father and brothers into the coal mines after high school, until World War II, when he joined the Navy, serving as a tail gunner aboard aircraft carriers. When the war ended, he used his G.I. Bill to study art in Philadelphia, and while working as a set designer, he discovered he had a flair for acting, and began studying acting in Pasadena. He obtained bit parts in many B movies, mostly playing tough guys and mobsters, and later, Indians, finally becoming noticed in "The Magnificent Seven." His solid role of claustrophobic tunnel digger Danny Velinski in "The Great Escape" brought him better roles, such as "The Dirty Dozen," but in 1968, he headed for Europe where he became a star. Returning to the US, his popularity grew much slower than in Europe, but he finally hit big with "Death Wish," which was followed with four sequels. He continued to make movies, branching out into "made for television" movies, until 1999. He died of pneumonia in 2003.
As I drove into a parking lot on the UNC campus, I noticed that a pickup truck with a dog sitting behind the wheel was rolling toward a female student.
She seemed oblivious, so I hit my horn to get her attention. She looked up just in time to jump out of the way of the truck's path, and the vehicle bumped harmlessly into the curb and stopped.
I rushed to the student's side to see if she was all right.
"I'm fine," she assured me, "but if that dog hadn't honked..."