Monday, August 31, 2009

The other day I wrote:

“ . . he was evading the very admission by refusing to call a spade a spade, making excuses for bad behavior on the part of his neighbor, making the acts an attribute. . .”

Later in the day bastin posted  an Oldie Goldie performed by Gene Pitney video clip of A Town Without Pity.

Over the weekend the two items came together somewhere in between my ears and this morning I woke thinking about them. Quite possibly the influence of the marble buster game I was playing before bedtime last night.

The union is two days of intense dwelling on the finite for one of the BB’s that rattle between my ears, and I feel compelled to make of them what ever I may find in them.

I knew the song, having heard it before. I did not know where it came from or what it represented – if anything. Lesson One.

Thinking about it, I did not know the definition of Pity. I could not even surface a memory of ever looking up the definition of Pity. How then to justify with the conscious mind the subliminal ponderings. Lesson Two.

It is Monday, two lessons appear enough. Especially when one must listen to a “Tear Jerker” several times in various clips.

More research was required and this synopsis seems enough to explain where the story lives:


Town Without Pity (1961) More at IMDbPro »

When four young American soldiers are accused of raping a girl from a German village near their camp, Major Steve Garrett is assigned the distasteful task of defending them. It soon becomes clear that the Army, the villagers, and even the girl’s family are more interested in revenge than in the welfare of the distraught victim. Garrett is faced with the dilemma of destroying the girl on the witness stand in order to save the lives of his clients.

Fair enough. Now I knew the story behind the song – unless the song was first written, and I refuse to go there. Monday’s, you know. Reading the reviews my mind skipped to the Black American Servicemen, prisoners in Guam for a like crime several years ago. Life and Art, Art and Life.

Still, how does Pity define itself?

commiseration: a feeling of sympathy and sorrow for the misfortunes of others

feel for: share the suffering of

A common fallacy in arguments, the ad misericordiam approach is a special case of the appeal to emotion in which the altruism and mercy of the …

And perhaps my very favorite:

Acronym for the items included in a monthly mortgage payment: principal, interest, taxes and insurance.
www.acceleratedfunding.com/glossary.htm

My partial statement quoted above was a prequel to a longer statement of an individuals evading a direct statement of another individual and my verbally fencing him into using direct statements. The person spoken about is a heavy drug user and of volatile speech and actions. Attack his first reaction to most difficulties. The evasive speech of the person to whom I spoke is country protectionism – of oneself, property, and loved ones.

It is not unknown for those spoken of to take midnight actions upon hearing of carelessly spoken words, even if those words spoken are only to the speakers best friend in this world.

Spoken words can be dangerous things in a small community and they always escape. 

If, then, bastin’s post (and I have no inkling it was of any import other than an entry idea to my post and admittedly a neat idea if one inspired the other. That is the way it should work.) was a reminder to lighten up, then I could not take umbrage, and do not.

But the BB between my ears compelled the connection and the research. I cannot change my mind on my statement because, who knows, a spade being called a spade by a friend might, just might, have changed a course in any of the three incidents under review.

Now if I could only get over that Acronym thing.

_____

From the reaches,

Ten Mile 

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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