Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Death by Dresser

Myth:  A man of many trades – a farmer, land speculator, writer, politician – Ethan Allen is best remembered as a patriot during the American Revolution.  Born in the colony of Connecticut, Allen would later lead a frontier life and become an integral part in the formation of the state of Vermont.  Due to several legal complications regarding land grants and the incursion of the colony of New York, Allen formed the Green Mountain Boys, a ragtag militia consisting of family members and locals.  As fate would have it, the Boys and Allen’s original intention of intimidation turned into a full-on assault against the British as tensions rose between the colonies and the British.  Sensing war was imminent, Allen and Boys captured Fort Ticonderoga located in present-day upstate New York in May of 1775.  Utilizing his momentum, Allen pushed forward and attempted to seize Montreal.  It failed.  Allen was captured by British authorities and wasn’t released until 1778 during a prisoner swap.  Immediately after his release, Allen rejoined his Boys in the fight for independence as a major general – not to mention a colonel in the Continental Army.  Ethan Allen was an extraordinary everyman, the embodiment of the American frontier mentality so crucial to the United States’ autonomy.

Fact:  When one mentions Ethan Allen, most laymen think of the delightful, albeit expensive, furniture company.  Most historians grimace at the thought of associating a hardscrabble American patriot with the living room of a junior vice president at a Fortune 500 company.  This connection, however, is by no means demeaning – quite the contrary.  Allen derived his military prowess from all things furniture-related.  As is custom today in Vermont, so was Allen’s proto-Vermont vehemently against the chopping down of Mother Earth’s trees.  Instead, Vermont took the high road and implemented the use of African slaves as pieces of furniture rather than obliterating God’s forests (fun fact: slavery was still legal in the territory, idiots).  Though due to the lack of black people in Vermont, as is still the problem today, white men often took turns “being” the coffee table.  And since Allen often entertained political acquaintances, it was his duty as host to provide his guests with comfortable seating by way his of brawny Vermont loins.  As the cloud of war hovered over the colonies, many colonists sympathetic to the cause were still wary to fight due to the British’s overwhelming numbers.  Guerilla warfare was often thrown out as a possibility, but many New Englanders rejected the idea as unmanly.  Allen proposed an idea that would allow the rebels to garner precious intel without sacrificing their already scarce numbers: pose as furniture in British headquarters, barracks, etc.  Allen had the training, now he had to only “side table” his way to victory.  A list of his five most daring and impressive intelligence missions is as follows: 1) Spent 12 hours as an ottoman at the home of British loyalist James Q. Cornworthy, 2) Lampshade, 3 hours, in a poorly lit British barracks in upstate New York, 3) Armoire at the governor’s mansion in Massachusetts (arm was ingeniously disguised as a corset), 4) Fireplace at Fort Ticonderoga (lasted about 5 seconds until he was set on fire, whereby he deemed it necessary to just take the fort), 5) 86 hours as a grandfather clock in General Cornwallis’ New York headquarters (completed 86 consecutive chimes complete with Beatles’ White Album soundtrack).  Allen was finally captured after sneezing while posing as a chaise lounge in Montreal.  In 1788, he was inadvertently released while pretending to be a manure crate aboard a British warship.  His intelligence proved beneficial; the rebels were able to avert British assaults with Allen’s sensitive information.  After the war, Allen never completely recovered from a soldier’s life, often falling asleep as his own bed.

Friday, December 9, 2011

We Three Kings



Fact:  Once again, I delve into the controversial world of biblical history, but not in vain.  The Magi were indeed of flesh and blood, and as it was the first Christmas, the bar for gift giving was set very high.  The Magi were running late because Caspar, who was obsessively concerned with his social status, thought it was necessary to stop and pick up a bottle of pinot noir.  They had all agreed beforehand that gifts were out of the question because the newborn Jesus was an infant and had no need for material possessions.  But the purchase of the red wine sparked a debate as to whether they should rethink their original decision: did Jesus deserve at least a mobile for the manger?  Balthasar noted: “Once again, Caspar’s obsession with his status coupled with his anxiety made for last minute fuck-ups.  ‘What if Joseph doesn’t like me?  He’s going to be super protective of his wife guys…she’s a virgin.  I think some wine will buffer that for a while, but there are no good pinots of Nazareth.  Ewwww…a merlot!  Yeah, I’m going to buy a Nazarene merlot.’  And this incessant crap continued until we decided to stop off at a strip bazaar.”  A little peeved, both Balthasar and Melchior opted to stray from Caspar a bit and go into a Yankee Candle store at the other end of the Bazaar.  Caspar made a beeline for the Baby Bjorn Boutique.  Time was running thin, so Balthasar and Melchior each bought a 4 oz. candle – one frankincense and the other myrrh.  “Who doesn’t like a candle,” Melchior stated in earlier musings.  They arrived fashionably late, but just in time to witness the birth of Jesus.  All three Magi went down on bended knee in reverence and presented their gifts.  4 oz. frankincense Yankee Candle.  4 oz. myrrh Yankee Candle.  Yet as Caspar exhibited his gifts, a hush swept over the manger.  In one hand was the moderately, yet still delightful pinot noir and the in the other was a solid gold toy lawnmower complete with golden balls that fly around inside a transparent sphere when pushed.  Mary, later documenting the instance, noticed that both Balthasar and Melchior muttered “dick” simultaneously.  And as we all know, baby Jesus was just as powerful as adult Jesus (it is a universally held truth).  Incensed at the cheap and last-minute thought Balthasar and Melchior had put into their respective gifts, baby Jesus smote them on the spot and they fell dead to the ground.*  Caspar, though relieved his gifts were acceptable, quickly left the Christmas party, citing prior obligations with his stepdaughters as an excuse.  And so, the Magi were to be spoken of no more in the great tome that is the Bible.

*Baby Jesus was in reality extremely bratty and often used the “you’re not my real parents” argument to obtain what he wanted.