This farce about the gallant incompetents of L Troop at Fort Discourage is set in Ottowa in 2005.
The C.O. is the wide-eyed, bumbling Captain Martin, who had been promoted from private during the last days of the political war when he accidentally led a charge in the wrong direction - towards the enemy!
Unbeknownst to the captain, Sgt. Goodale had already negotiated a secret (and highly profitable) treaty with the Quelib party, from whom he also had an exclusive franchise to sell their souvenirs to tourists via Goodale Enterprises.
The treaty benefited both sides because it permitted both parties to trade and upgrade their living conditions, and the troops to maintain the illusion that they were involved in a deadly land war while actually being in no danger. The only flaw in this otherwise happy arrangement was the troublesome Cons, a genuine party(with whom there was no peace treaty) who always went into action.
Corporal Dingwall was Goodale's chief aide and assistant schemer and Wrangler Belinda the hard-ridin', fast-switchin' (and very scrupulous) cowgirl who was out to marry up with Martin.
L Troop is an entertaining enough production which, in similar dubious taste to Harper's Heroes made light of a deadly serious period of history.
The theme of conniving men pulling the wool over the eyes of the people recalled the antics of Chrétien and his bafoons, but L Troop fails to hit the dizzy heights achieved by Chrétien's Show.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
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This is quite the brilliant series you've got going here. Well done!
Hi, my name is Bob, and I am a recovering thinker...
It started out innocently enough: I began thinking at parties now and then
to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another and soon I
was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone, "...to relax..."
I told myself, but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important, and finally I was thinking all
the time. I even thought on the job. I knew thinking and employment didn't
mix, but I couldn't stop. I began avoiding friends at lunchtime so I could
read Thoreau and Kafka. I returned to the office dizzied and confused, asking,
"What exactly are we doing here?"
Things weren't great at home either. One evening I turned off the TV and
asked my wife about the meaning of life--she spent the night at her mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in
and said, "Bob, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking
is a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, I'll have to let
you go." This gave me a lot to think about.
I went home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I
confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking," she said,
"and I want a divorce." "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is
serious," she said, lower lip quivering. "You think as much as college
professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep
on thinking we won't have any money!" "That's faulty syllogism," I said
impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough.
"I'm going to the library," I snarled and stomped out the door. I headed
to the library in the mood for Nietzsche, roared into the parking lot, and
ran up to the big glass doors...they didn't open. The library was closed. To
this day I believe the Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As
I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for
Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. The words "Friend, is heavy thinking
ruining your life?" stood out in large letters. You may recognize the line:
it comes from the standard issue "Thinkers Anonymous" poster.
Today, I am a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each
meeting we watch a non-educational video--last week it was "Porky's."
Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last
meeting. I still have my job and things are a lot better at home. Life just got
easier, somehow, once I stopped thinking.
Soon, I'll be able to vote Liberal again.
Bob, I hope you fall off the wagon.
LMAO....good one...
Thanks for the kudos. There shall be more if my brain allows....
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