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At Large Opinion

Animal Instincts

I’ve been sitting on this story for a bit, just waiting for a chance to work it into a column. That time has come, my friends. It’s the tale of one Reginald Cook, 26, who allegedly attempted to rob a Shell convenience store on Elvis Presley Boulevard — three times — on the night of April 14th.

The official Memphis Police Department report states that Cook went into the station around 2 a.m. and demanded money from the clerk. The clerk told police that Cook kept reaching into his clothing, indicating that he had a weapon. The clerk didn’t buy the ruse and told Cook to scram.

A few minutes later, Cook returned, again demanding money and again reaching into his clothes as though he might have a weapon. And again, the clerk was having none of it and told Cook to leave the store. This is where the story takes a turn.

At 3:05 a.m., Cook returned once again to the scene of his Kabuki Krimes. Only this time he had a live, five-foot-long snake wrapped around his neck. Emboldened, he shouted, “Gimme all your money or I’ll unleash my attack snake, you bastard!!!” Or words to that effect, one presumes.

By this time, the clerk was getting boa-ed by the whole thing and pulled out a handgun, taking Cook and his slithery sidekick into custody.

Only in Memphis (or maybe Florida). Seriously, Cook has to be one of the dumbest crooks of all time. Who did he think he was going to fool? Anyone could see that snake was unarmed. Heh.

The cops soon arrived and hauled Cook off to jail, charging him with attempted robbery and a reptile dysfunction. After letting the snake make one phone coil, the police let him slide on his own recognizance, mainly because they were unable to get cuffs on him.

Speaking of dumb crooks and animals … How about South Dakota Governor Kristi Noem, the evil creep who outed herself in her own book last week as a puppy killer. And a goat killer. And god knows what else, at this point.

Noem’s book — No Going Back: The Truth on What’s Wrong with Politics and How We Move America Forward — will be published next month, but Guardian.com obtained an advance copy and revealed the literal money shot: Noem shot and killed her 14-month-old dog, Cricket, because she was “untrainable.”

In her book, Noem describes taking Cricket, a wirehaired pointer, on a pheasant hunt with older dogs, hoping they would calm the young dog down. It didn’t work. Noem writes that Cricket was “going out of her mind with excitement, chasing all those birds and having the time of her life” and “ruining the hunt.” Little did Cricket know it would be the last “time of her life.”

On the way home, Noem writes that she stopped at a farm and Cricket got out of her truck and killed some of the farmer’s chickens. Noem writes that Cricket was “the picture of pure joy” during her spree. “I hated that dog,” Noem says, adding that Cricket had proved herself “untrainable” and “less than worthless … as a hunting dog.” So, when Noem got home, she led the unsuspecting (and probably still joyful) Cricket to a gravel pit and shot her. As one does, apparently, when one is a “farmer” from South Dakota. Or Hell.

Then, since Kristi was already in a killin’ state of mind, she went and got a goat that “smelled of urine” and had “knocked her kids down and ruined their clothes,” and executed it, as well. She had to go back to her truck and get another shell, she writes, since she only wounded the goat with the first shot.

Noem is angling to be Donald Trump’s running mate. She’s fond of posting pictures of herself with dead animals: bears, elk, deer, pheasant. I doubt that she posed with her dead pup but I wouldn’t be shocked. Noem says that she included the animal assassination story in her book to show her willingness to do “anything difficult, messy, and ugly” if it needs to be done. So far, she’s had plastic surgery, dental implants, and an affair with former Trump operative Corey Lewandowski, so she’s three-for-three. Kristi Noem is scum.

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Letters To The Editor Opinion

What They Said (April 16, 2015)

Greg Cravens

About Bianca Phillips’ post, “Tennessee Senate, House Committees Approve Bill to Make Bible Official State Book” …

I hope this is but the first step. Next we should have the State Bible Verse, the State Hymn, the State Church, the State Tongue in Which to Speak, and, finally, the State Serpent for Handling.

Jeff

I clicked on this headline fully expecting to see “Parody” tucked somewhere discreetly on the page. Seriously, is this real life?

NavyBlue

No, it’s not parody. Parody died in this Tennessee Legislature shortly after the right-wing clown car drove into Nashville. This is about pandering to the large segment of this state who couldn’t care less about such arcane concepts as, say, the First Amendment. They think the “establishment” clause is a liberal plot — if they’ve ever heard of it in the first place.

Kilgore Trout

I’m so glad that I live in a state with amazing education, no poverty, no unemployment, infrastructure in excellent condition, and a fully insured populace. It makes me feel better about paying our legislators to pass laws that do absolutely nothing.

csh

Bible today, Koran tomorrow. Thanks, rubes.

Crackoamerican

About Chris Davis’ cover story, “Godless in Memphis” …

Of all the headlines that were out there, all you could come up with was the “catchy” headline: “Godless in Memphis”?

With all the negative perceptions people from around the country might have of our city, here’s yet another one to add to their list: Memphis is Godless. Nice job keeping the Memphis reputation down.

What’s next on your headline list? “Hail to ISIS”?

Phil Grey

I want to publically thank the American Atheists for holding their national convention in Memphis. After recently reading with disgust Duck Dynasty‘s Phil Robertson fantasize about butchering an atheist family, I was a bit leery about the consequences for the many atheists left behind in Memphis. Would the convention manifest hostility and hatred toward atheists? 

The convention, however, went over without generating much controversy. And there were even a few positive articles about atheists, including the cover story, “Godless in Memphis,” in the Memphis Flyer. Thank you!

Jason Grosser

About the Flyer’s editorial “No to Vouchers” …

If vouchers are fair and good for Christian schools, why would atheist and/or Islamic schools not get vouchers paid for by public money?

Who will complain loudest when their tax dollars are vouchered away to the First Islamic High School? Or to the Midtown Free Thinkers Institute?

Claude Barnhart

About Bruce VanWyngarden’s Letter from the Editor, “NRA Foreplay in Nashville …

Public parks are not private property. If I have the right to carry a gun on the sidewalk, obviously I have the right to carry it in a park.

Jason

Thank you, Jason! It’s about time we did away with the unconstitutional tyranny of the Tennessee driving laws. If I want to do donuts in a playground in my SL550, then it is my right!

Ern

About Toby Sells’ post, “Sammons Approved as CAO” …

Wharton needed Sammons’ capabilities, which apparently far exceeded Little’s, and yet Little is so important to the administration that he will be working on what many consider to be the most challenging undertakings in the city. So what’s the real deal here?

Smitty1961

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News The Fly-By

Fly on the Wall

Pooting Green

It was a good day for golf in Memphis: A crisp, clear day with perfect visibility and virtually no wind. The birds were singing, the crowd was polite, and the fairways were perfectly manicured. A certain pro golfer, famous for his heavy drinking, scene-stealing antics, and club-throwing volatility, stepped up to the green, but not to putt. He just wanted to watch his opponent a little more closely. The larger-than-life golfer watched as his opponent lined up his putt and prepared to drop the white ball into the hole. But just as the putter was about to connect, the man watching him let out a thunderous, impossibly juicy round of flatulence that sounded like someone ripping three yards of calico. The fartiste was given a steep fine for unsportsmanlike conduct. By this point, all readers not intimately familiar with Memphis golf lore are probably assuming that the gaseous golfer in question was none other than our own John Daly. Wrong.

During the 1958 Memphis Golf Invitational, the pooter was the legendary Tommy Bolt. The putter remains unknown.

See, folks. Big John’s not bad. He’s just carrying on a long-forgotten tradition. And making up for all that time it was lost.

Ssssssss!

It’s probably lame to mention the mayor’s most recent remarks concerning certain scaly reptiles known to hide in tall weeds. They’ve been in every newspaper and blog and on every TV news program. By all rights they have no place among the esoterica of Fly on the Wall. And yet it’s just too tempting to say something like, “Get these motherf&@*&$g snakes off his motherf&@*&$g honor,” or to recall the immortal words of W.C. Fields, who wisely noted, “You should always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite. And furthermore, always carry a snake.”