On November 4, 1955 William Nelson, a short, stocky 55-year-old retiree who dabbled in stocks and bonds, left his suburban Phoenix tract home, waved good-bye to his wife, slid into his 1953 Ford pickup truck, turned on the ignition and was immediately blown through the top of the cab by a blast so powerful it ripped the door and roof off the nearby garage and rattled windows as far as a mile away. Nelson, with his worn pentagonal wire-rim spectacles and baggy jowls, had looked like a milquetoast, and according to his neighbors, he had lived among them for years without incident—an unobtrusive and quiet man. But Maricopa County sheriff L.C. Boles and his investigator Lieutenant Ralph Edmundson, who were assigned the case, nevertheless called the murder a “revenge killing” and said they were collecting leads from Los Angeles, Chicago and New York.
That’s because Nelson wasn’t a retiree who dabbled in stocks and bonds, and he was anything but a milquetoast. He wasn’t even William Nelson. The name of the man whose limbs were scattered over the property was Willie Bioff (appropriately pronounced “buy off”), and in the 1930s he was the undisputed king of Hollywood—the man who terrified everyone in the film industry, from the lowliest stagehands to the most exalted actors to the studio heads themselves. Once, when Bioff arrived at the MGM gate and a guard there didn’t recognize him, he phoned MGM vice president Eddie Mannix and ordered him to come down and tell the guard who Bioff was. Mannix complied. When Bioff built a new house that befit his stature as Hollywood’s monarch, he told Columbia Pictures executive Leo Spitz that he expected the studio to pay for the furnishings. It did. When he declared to studio executives that he had decided he wanted even more power, he joked that they “jumped like scared cats. I guess I’m their bogeyman.”
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you go to youtube to listen to a song from the 1960s and one of the top rated comments is along the lines of “Damn this is so good, kids today have to put up with such shit music”. Which makes no sense whatsoever because kids today are going ONTO YOUTUBE and watching the VIDEO OF THE SONG and thus are PUTTING UP with the EXACT SAME MUSIC the commenter is moaning about not getting!! Seriously, so what if ‘Scarborough Fair’ was made forty years ago, it’s available, right now, for free, to stream online. If anything, kids today have FAR WIDER access to the very music these people say THEY DON’T GET thanks to the magic of teh interwebz!
The only way those comments would make sense is if you time travelled forward from say the 1920s, listened to ‘Scarborough Fair’, then went back in time and said to everybody in the 1920s “we all put up with shit music”. That would make sense, because those people COULDN’T LISTEN to ‘Scarborough Fair’!!!!
End pointless rant.
And yes, I understand ‘Scarborough Fair’ is a folk song from way back, I’m talking about Simon and Garfunkel’s version.
Two years ago, Haiti unanimously passed a law sharply raising its minimum wage to 61 cents an hour. That doesn’t sound like much (and it isn’t), but it was two and a half times the then-minimum of 24 cents an hour.
This infuriated American corporations like Hanes and Levi Strauss that pay Haitians slave wages to sew their clothes. They said they would only fork over a seven-cent-an-hour increase, and they got the State Department involved. The U.S. ambassador put pressure on Haiti’s president, who duly carved out a $3 a day minimum wage for textile companies (the U.S. minimum wage, which itself is very low, works out to $58 a day).
“Once, after observing a dark-skinned man in what Ailes perceived to be Muslim garb, he put Fox News on lockdown. “What the hell!” Ailes shouted. “This guy could be bombing me!” The suspected terrorist turned out to be a janitor.”—More lunacy from the Rolling Stone Roger Ailes piece.
“According to a study of voting patterns by the University of California, Fox News shifted roughly 200,000 ballots to Bush in areas where voters had access to the network. But Ailes, ever the political operative, didn’t leave the outcome to anything as dicey as the popular vote. The man he tapped to head the network’s “decision desk” on election night – the consultant responsible for calling states for either Gore or Bush – was none other than John Prescott Ellis, Bush’s first cousin.”—Rolling Stone’s alarming profile of Roger Ailes, the man behind Fox News.