Episode 1277
Ad hoc, end of year.
Dec 17 2020
The revelation to me in doing the research for this book was how important football was to ideas and ideals about masculinity: the football player as the ideal male. The violence of football, the collisions of football were important to that. You proved that you deserved to be considered a man by being able to take it. You could absorb punishment and not give up and not cry, just keep coming back for more. You could take it. That was the measure of a man.
Professor Emeritus and pro footballer Michael Oriard joins us to discuss his new book from University of North Carolina Press, Sanctioned Savagery: A History of Violence in American Football. "The Moment of Truth" with Jeff Dorchen follows the interview.
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Dec 17 2020
Posted by Matthew Boedy
Welcome to the year-end Moment of Truth: the thirst that is the drink.
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Can the dead return to life? I know this is more of an Easter question than a Christmas question, but I have to ask because I plan on killing numerous people during and/or slightly prior to the upcoming Revolution, or war for independence from capitalism, and I want to be sure they can’t seek me out from some vantage point in the world of the dead – a mountaintop, or a ziggurat, perhaps – and thus locate me here in the living world, pierce the numinous veil, inhabit some corporeal structure of flesh, bone, and tendon, and do me an injury in payback. It really would spoil my plans, or at least disrupt them terribly.
My plan – and this is just between us – is to commit a few well-chosen assassinations first, either in the first few weeks of the war, or in the weeks leading up to it. This latter option is more difficult to plan for, but if everything we did in following our bliss were easy, it wouldn’t be bliss, would it?
And this particular segment of the plan is not such a worry. No one’s ever gone wrong committing an assassination. I mean, there are the celebrated disasters we’re familiar with from the lurid press – the Kennedys, Lincoln, Caesar, McKinley, King, John Lennon, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and such – but those are the sensational, tentpole assassinations, the splashy affairs.
Your run-of-the-mill assassination is just too run-of-the-mill for the tabloids (and they’re all tabloids these days) to bother with. The Russians, USA, and Israelis get away with them all the time. Israel just did one in Iran a couple weeks ago; Putin just denied an attempted one ten hours ago, and no one even got their hair mussed in consequence. I can hardly imagine anyone but an aggrieved bureaucrat even giving their desk so much as an angry fist-pound. And I think I can muster enough proof of Jewishness to qualify for Israeli citizenship –... read more