I have heard from a reliable source that watching the previously posted Monty Python videos, while under the good influence of Mary-euphemism-Jane, helps augment the experience into an even more pleasing and meaningful one.

Back to Greg’s original William Randolph Hearst post: I recently unearthed a cartoon said to be the “Citizen Kane” of animated features. Here is “One Froggy Evening”:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkclD_6SYqU

Jeff Wells over at Rigorous Intuition had an interesting take on this:

http://rigint.blogspot.com/2007/08/ask-not-for-whom-frog-sings.html

As Mr. Wells points out, there is vast evidence that this is strangely true territory,

“The cartoon's premise is based upon a phenomenon "not only irrational but completely inexplicable"

http://www.forteantimes.com/features/articles/477/toad_in_the_hole.html

What’s even more intriguing about this is that as a child, another Great American Scoundrel tortured frogs. As reported by Chris Rowthorn in George W. Bush: The Decider Chooses Torture

http://www.smirkingchimp.com/thread/2618

Extract:

“On May 21, 2000, the New York Times reported that, as a child, Bush and his friends used to torture animals for pleasure, "`We were terrible to animals,' recalled [Bush's boyhood friend Terry] Throckmorton, laughing. A dip behind the Bush borne turned into a small lake after a good rain, and thousands of frogs would come out. `Everybody would get BB guns and shoot them,' Throckmorton said. `Or we'd put firecrackers in the frogs and throw them and blow them up.'" Note that the torture took place on Bush property; had Bush wanted to, he could easily have stopped this sadistic behavior. Instead, since it was his domain, it is more likely that Bush was a ringleader.

Later, while an undergrad at Yale University, Bush was a president of the Delta Kappa Epsilon fraternity, which engaged in initiation procedures described as "sadistic and obscene," including burning pledges with a hot branding iron. When the fraternity's sadistic rituals were uncovered by Yale authorities, Bush, then a Yale senior, defended the practice to the New York Times in an article that appeared on November 7, 1967, saying that the wound was "only a cigarette burn."

Later, after becoming governor of Texas, Bush oversaw the executions of 131 people. In 1998, Bush signed the death warrant for a woman named Karla Tucker, who was executed on February 3, 1998. In an interview with Tucker Carlson that appeared in the September 1999 issue of Talk Magazine, Bush mocked Tucker's last-minute pleas for clemency. In the interview, Bush imitated Tucker with an exaggerated whimper, saying, "Please don't kill me." Even famously right-wing Carlson was shocked at Bush's behavior, and he wrote that as Bush performed this sadistic imitation, "I must look shocked ˜ ridiculing the pleas of a condemned prisoner who has since been executed seems odd and cruel ˜ because he immediately stops smirking." This revolting incident may not prove that Bush has a predilection toward sadism or torture, but it reveals an inability to understand the suffering of another human being, which is a prerequisite to inflicting torture.”

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This valley has it’s own fair share of interesting time capsules and Geocaches. Those 96 ancient coins discovered in Rolling Stone publisher Jann Wenner’s old Broadford property, which evoked 96 tears from the finder’s not keepers.

In fact, if a searching man today, were to reach the pinnacle of Queen’s Crown and then head 70 long-legged paces due west…

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Another dependable source gives it to me that there is an intriguing time capsule imbedded in one of the valley’s larger magazine receptacles. It was planted the week in 2001, after Allen & Company was here and contains a completely conspiracy free newspaper account of Washington Post publisher Katherine Graham’s passing in the weeks preceding 9/11.

Since magazines will most likely become extinct within thirty years, (as aforementioned in this thread) some Froggy evening in 2037 would then be a perfect time to schedule the reopening of this time-capsule.

Perhaps a Charles Foster Kane impersonator, on loan from entertaining our Chinese friend Trillionaires at the C3 conference thirty years hence, would be delighted to preside over the occasion of disassembling the obsolete frog-green colored receptacle.

And with enough good magical luck, perhaps by then the demolition observers will be legally capable of ceremoniously augmenting their experience, with a few simple puffs of some cheery imported “rosebud” health-hemp oil.