Inspired

I am vacationing in St. Thomas with my new girlfriend, and out of the blue I get that strike of inspiration, that need to document some observation in order to hand it down to eternity itself.  After drinking a bottle of champagne (to myself) and gazing out across the ocean and the islands, I feel sufficiently saturated with that wonderful ether from which all writers gain their muse.  As my eyes settled slowly upon this land mass isolated in a sea of blue, I realized that battles were fought with muskets and swords over this land, and I imagined hordes of people charging this way and that, losing and gaining these strategic strips of land, and their lives.  The U.S. own these islands now, because of an advantage we gained from them in WWII. 

Anyway, in this state came the most urgent of messages I must send to all readers of this blog.  I came inside from my striking view and had joined my girlfriend, when the need to communicate came upon me.  I realized, as I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, that Oompa Loompas are gay.  That's it.  That is my revelation. 

In a way I was surprised by the movie.  I found it a veiled conservative polemic, unusual fare from Tim Burton.  Here is a man, living alone with a race of people (Oompa Loompas) who are all male, and thus cannot reproduce.  Charlie himself is male, and because he is in control of the factory one must imagine that he has shunned women, since there are no women around.  I also must mention the Oompa Loompa's fondness for synchronized dancing in pleather outfits, and one scene where an Oompa Loopa sits crosslegged in an oddly phallic (and testicallic) chair.  SPOILER ALERT>  Because Charlie comes to embrace a poor family at the end, the movie reinforces the moral that traditional family values must always triumph. 

So basically, the reason for my posting this blog entry is for the sheer reason that it struck me, rather profoundly, that Oompa Loompas are gay (not that there is anything wrong with that.)  Word is born.

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[Aja]

And I thought my blog was a bunch of rambling. . .