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Back in the day (early 1980s) when Mr. She’s and my love was young; when I was a fledgling IT support chick, and he was an assistant professor of English; when the only house we could afford had a scenic view out the bedroom window of the exhaust vents from Pittsburgh’s Liberty Tunnels; when the neighbors consisted of motorcycle gangs (mostly righteous), drug dealers (not-so-much) and dog-fighters (the scum of the earth); we had very little money and could not afford much in the way of entertainment. And so we found what we could for free, up to, and including, what was on offer on network television. We and the kids enjoyed, among others: The A-Team, T.J. Hooker (Shatner in what might have been his first post-Star Trek engagement), Hunter, and Miami Vice.
But pride of place, at least for a couple of years, might have been given to the campy-from-the-start, rather over-the-top even for the time, 1983 television series “V.”
Lizards have emigrated, from another galaxy, and arrived on earth. They look exactly like us, and, as the episodes progress, they become more and more integrated into our culture and society. They need something from us, and so they become more friendly and accommodating, and are widely accepted, until a small group of “Resistance” fighters figure out what’s going on, and form a bulwark (apologies) against the encroaching occupation and supremacy of the “V”isitors.
Truth be told, I don’t remember a hell of a lot of the plot. There was an exceptionally good and kind male lizard, a vituperatively evil Queen SheLizard (Diana), and a girl who gave birth to a half-human/half-lizard baby. I can’t remember what happened to it, or if the series (mercifully) was canceled before we could find out.
What I do remember, and what became a metaphor for my family from that point forward was the definitive test for lizardness. Simply wound a creature, and see what color it bleeds.
Lizards bleed green. (A metaphor there, methinks.)
Today, we have the horrifying events in Waukesha, WI. A matter on which (one might think) we can all agree.
Here’s this woman–an Illinois Democrat party operative–and what she had to say about it:
What an absolutely disgusting excuse for a human being.
I see she’s resigned her commission with the Democrat party. Not a moment too soon.
You don’t need to inflict a lethal wound. All you need to do is scratch a bit. And remember.
Lizards (on whichever side–and there are some on both) ALWAYS bleed green.