Word: aerosolled
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...swept not only rhythmic waves of sound ("Hey, Hey, L.B.J., how many kids did you kill today?") but an amazing Satanic smell, a Yippie genius' brew that simulated vomit, decomposing flesh, death, cloaca and kindred flavors. It was what evil would smell like if it were available in an aerosol can--bad enough to make the South Side stockyards, next door to the convention, smell almost wholesome. This exotic moral stink had drifted halfway around the world, after all, from Vietnam...
Sometimes a crime as disturbing as Dunblane calls forth a line of universalizing nonsense. It billows forth like aerosol from Nietzsche's melodramatic thought that "there are secret gardens in all of us. Which is another way of saying that we are all of us volcanoes that will have their hour of eruption." This produces the "In a Sense, We Are All Guilty" fallacy. Actually, we're not. The fallacy began its modern career in late November 1963, just after the assassination of John Kennedy. We were all Lee Harvey Oswald, some editorial writers wanted to believe. Of course, anyone...
...There are essentially two issues [in determining ozone depletion]: the rapid change of aerosol loading, dictating the amount of surface area that is exposed, and the change in ultraviolet radiation," Anderson says. Regional and seasonal variations can lead to vast differences in ozone levels, he adds. "The polar regions are almost different planets...
Perhaps I exaggerate. Anyway, we know the overt man bashing of recent years has now refined itself into a certain atmospheric snideness -- has settled down to a vague male aversion, as if masculinity were a bad smell in the room. Man bashing is dispensed, so to speak, in aerosol spray (Man-Disss), which covers the male's nasty essence in a fine mist of shame...
...child of the 1950s was told that video phones and rocket packs were just around the corner, he believed all the giddy hype, desperately wanted every whiz-bang contraption, couldn't wait for the new technological dawn . . . and then waited, and waited, year after disappointing year, making do with aerosol cheese and pocket calculators and feeling finally that those Jetsons promises might never be fulfilled...