Late Nite FDL: I’m Just Wild About Harry
Every once in a while you’ve got to come to the defense of your fellow bloggers, and tonight I’m afraid Harry Hutton needs a bit of rescuing. Harry’s been mistaken for an eliminationist wingnut and knowing Harry everything he will do to defend himself in the situation will be ALL WRONG and just make things worse. Harry’s not a wingnut. Harry’s just…Harry.
I first encountered Harry some time ago in Atrios’ comments section on the event of his three year blogging anniversary. “Why did you start your blog on the 64th anniversary of the surrender of Yugoslavia? If you ask me that’s fucking insensitive,” wrote Harry. Now how can you not follow the link back to THAT homepage, I ask you? It certainly called out to the latent Viv Stanshall/Sir Henry at Rawlinson End fan in me.
I quickly became a Harry Hutton devotee. There were Harry’s ill-gotten gains:
What do I do with the money I saved by not paying my taxes? It’s no good just having money; it’ a question of what one does with it. I pile it all up the bathtub, and roll around in it, howling with laughter.
I was going to give it to the poor, but then I thought fuck it.
UPDATE II! I don’t come out of this post terribly well, do I?
Harry’s gift for international relations:
So I’m sitting in a restaurant in the north of Bogota. The soup is cold, but then life can be cold, can’t it? Some of my old students walk in, and ask what does I do. I eating the dinner, I tell them.
They want to learn English swear words. One of the girls asks, “How to say [in sex] when you have finished?” The correct answer, of course, is “I have come.” How unpleasant of me, therefore, to tell her that it is “I have clap.”
She is going to Miami next month. If she meets an American boy she will say, “Yes, yes, I have clap!” just when he least expects it. Looking back on my life I would say that this is the achievement of which I am proudest.
Then there’s Jennifer Lopez Has Been Shot, Hitchens Bellows At Students, Sobs Uncontrollably, Do Australians Count As White? (Correspondence With the Ku Klux Klan), and A Rolex, Though Ugly, Will Pay For Itself in Quim:
[I]f you live in Asia I recommend as tasteless as a Rolex as the purse can buy, with as many diamonds as poss. It will pay for itself in quim several times over, conspicuous consumption being the hallmark of immature capitalism. The downside is that you will look like a boxing promoter.
I’ve exchanged a few emails with Harry, and I’ve even understood some of them. Last time I checked in he was thinking of having his ass tattooed with the sayings of Margaret Thatcher. Then he convinced Columbian anti-narcotics police to let him go on one of their drug raids. The picture above, which commemorates 920 kilos of cocaine going up in an offering to the god of deviated septums and Def Leppard, would’ve reduce lesser men to tears.
I know people are rather sensitive to the travails of ct and his near-death experience, but Harry means no harm. He’s just…well, Harry.