Dear commune:
Quick! I’m playing poker and I can’t believe the winning streak I’m on. What beats a flush?
Joel Harmonica
Marshall, GA
Dear Joel:
If you’re talking about Flush, the refreshing carbonated drink with the real taste of prunes in every
drop, nothing beats a flush. If you’re talking about poker, a royal flush beats a flush, and somehow
that bastard Murray used up all his luck for the next century ‘cause he’s got one. We suggest
changing the game to 52 Pick Up and darting out of there with whatever money you got.
the commune
Dear commune:
Coming from Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, Todd Rundgren has always leaned toward a sound more
British-influenced than from his area of origin. A self-taught guitarist who has since learned every
other instrument involved in rock music, Rundgren started in bar bands and found success in the
music business.
Initially Rundgren found success working behind the scenes, as a sound engineer and producer for artists ranging from The Band to Meat Loaf. But a gifted songwriter with influences like Laura Nyro and The Who, Rundgren was already on a course to find his own fame. He’s charted continuously through his music career since the 1970s, but never has found the acclaim of more famous musicians. Perhaps Todd Rundgren will always remain a master producer and underground figure in the world of American rock ‘n’ roll.
Richard Pelt
Viola, IO
Dear Richard:
Does anyone even want to talk about the commune anymore?
the commune
Dear commune:
I am outraged! This web publication is complete and utter nonsense. I’ve tried to keep an open mind,
I entertain the wild theories of alternative news sources quite a lot, I like to think of myself as
someone who challenges the status quo. But your “news” is just half-assed research and unconfirmed
rumors. Did you think the American public was too dumb to notice?
All updates of the commune have been so poorly done, yet this latest was the weakest yet. Is your editor Red Bagel really presenting the idea that President George W. Bush is the grandfather of former President George Herbert Walker Bush, and has traveled through time to prevent a society of robots from destroying his past? It’s all really too much. Not only is it just plain ludicrous, much of it is plainly a distorted plagiarizing of James Cameron’s Terminator films. With this kind of man in charge of your publication it’s no surprise the rest of the reporting follows such a shoddy standard.
Get your act together.
Lucy Johannsen
Moulon Rouge, LA
Our best response at this time is that you should take your big fat business elsewhere, shorty.
What’s that? Yeah, we went there. Shorty. As in not tall, not at all, shorty. Short stuff. Short
stack. Short pie alá mode. Take your letter and shove it, shorty.
Dear Lucy:
Your letter is very insightful, well conceived, and makes extremely valid points. As such, I
can’t say we have any experience in answering such a letter. Wow. Yep, that’s something.
the commune
Editor's Note: the commune is not responsible for the state of slang. We, too, miss old proper English which has been so sadly replaced by the rap lingo. And we do mean old English, like the kind spelled “olde English.” Yea, ‘twas a proper time twixt Roman times of yore and most modern h’ppenings.
Volume 15
As you can see, this has become a much stickier issue than we’re prepared to get into. All we can say
is good luck trying to get into the Guinness Book, but we’re not getting involved.
Volume 14
Top hats have been the star on the top of the fashion tree since a long time ago. For an added touch of “ooh la la” nothing says fancy motherfucker like a top hat.
Volume 13
We at the commune do not condone violence against women, unless they are in some sort of pro-wrestling outfit, or are Diana Ross. We are sympathetic with your plight, yet sickened by your very existence.
Volume 12
And couldn’t the dog have just carried a note to someone who could get a park ranger or something? Instead of addressing, stamping, and mailing a letter. Puzzling.