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A carefree ramble through the pages of history and current events with a focus on events all too often ignored by the greeting card industry. Address postal inquiries to Dean Perchik at 315 Ovington Avenue, Apt 1M, Bklyn, NY 11209 Visit http://www.symzonia.org for information on how to recieve a free introductory issue of the print edition of the Review. All content (c)Dean Perchik 2005-2008

When I look at the current state of affairs in the ethical constitutions of the people currently heading sensitive government agencies, I find myself troubled by our president’s high turnover rate among his appointments. I also find myself troubled by the revolving door in the offices of high-level appointees. I would feel much more comfortable if there was at least the appearance of stability. You might say that I am yearning for the safety and assurances that accompany things that could only have happened in a world long before the 9/11 tragedy. Consider if you will, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, that happy breeding ground of extreme paranoia. John Edgar Hoover became that newly created bureau’s first director with his appointment by President Coolidge on the 10th in 1924. Hoover remained steadfastly at the helm until his death on the 2nd in 1972. While there have long been rumors of Hoover’s fondness for wearing women’s clothing I am less troubled by those then other hallmarks of his time in the directorship because he certainly had the legs for it.
On the 1st in 1851, Great Britain’s monarch, Queen Victoria, presided at the opening ceremonies of the Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations, the first in a long series of World Fairs. It’s claim to being the first World’s Fair is suspect however, coming as it did hot on the heels of French Industrial Exposition of 1844, though if you weren’t French you had no chance of getting an exhibit in that little number.
George Ernest Jean-Marie Boulanger was born in Rennes, France on the 29th in 1837. In the course of time, he would become a major influence in French politics. Like all politicians, he soon became embroiled in a rather sordid web of scandals, scandals that would ultimately lead him to commit suicide in 1891. He was for a time George Clemenceau’s War Minister. After hearing of Boulanger’s suicide, Clemenceau would sum up Boulanger’s life by saying that ‘he died as he has lived: a second lieutenant.’ The phrase ‘damning with faint praise’ springs to mind. As War Minister, Boulanger would begin to reform the army. The one change most appreciated by the soldiers was likely to be the one that allowed them to wear beards.

I have known for a very long time that what really drives poets is not the love of words, or even the way those words interact with each other and the world at large. It is actually quite plain and very simple. What drives a poet is the money. Think about it, there are bags filled with money just waiting to be handed to poets. Consider if you will, John Milton[i], author of the hugely successful free-verse epic poem Paradise Lost[ii]. In 1667[iii], Milton, blind and impoverished, took solace in the knowledge that he had his poetry to fall back on. On the 27th, he sold the copyrights to Paradise Lost for £10. Remember, this was the 17th century and ₤10 went a lot farther than it does today. Also, don’t forget that in all likelihood a bunch of paper, postage stamps, envelopes and toner cartridges probably cost a lot less than they do today.