Patrick Carlisle is a balding, hollowed-out, middle-aged man who doesn’t like to think of himself as a sad-faced clown milking humor’s sagging teats until his audience moos in pain -- but is tired of fighting united public opinion. After a distinguished high-school career, he was anointed a "Governor of the Age of Enlightenment" by His Holiness Mr. M. M. Yogi, attended a prestigious Ivy League school for 9 weeks, and then, in subsequent decades, peddled encyclopedias, computers, real estate and balloon animals in a desperate struggle for lucre. The stress of such a perilous and untamed life, along with women problems, agoraphobia, hair loss, gluten, Y2K and the Election 2000/2004 fiascos--which, admittedly, he took much too personally--ultimately led to a psychological crisis for which he now ingests a variety of organic, locally grown softgels.
Living in the San Francisco environs, Mr. Carlisle is now working on “Eat, Pray, Sniff, Lick, Love Shoots & Leaves,” which the author describes as “a small, luminous grammar of heart-love, heart-wisdom, heart-healing and other deeply heartfelt heart-stuff.”
He says this one is for “the dough and the bimbos.”
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS
Disclaimer #1
The opinions and views expressed herein, including, but not limited to, those of a political, social, religious, racial, psychological, sexual or drug-abusing nature, should not be construed to reflect, in any way whatsoever, the sentiments of the author himself. If a scapegoat is required, let us look to our richly pestilential era itself, of which Mr. Panky is only the all-too-willing piehole.
Disclaimer # 2
Virtually no research has gone into the work at hand. Once started down that hell-bound highway, it’s virtually impossible to get off, raised expectations and such. There are, however, a few egregious exceptions. The author did look up the spelling of “Lippizaner” for a piece he subsequently shitcanned. Fortuitously, a gratuitous reference to this magnificent beast was subsequently squeezed into a later work. Mr. Panky also reluctantly double-checked the identities of the co-stars of "The Dick Van Dyke Show," and in this case, his instincts served him well, because he had apparently confused Morey Amsterdam with Buddy Hackett, and Rose Marie with Rosemary Clooney. We are still not absolutely positive these last two are indeed different people. After all, since when was “Marie” a last name?
Any other so-called “errors” or “misrepresentations of fact” should be considered the deliberate display of writerly craft by a master unchained by slavish convention. EXCEPT in those situations where legal liability is involved, in which cases the author offers heartfelt apologies for any inadvertent mistakes which may have slandered, libeled or otherwise given actionable offense. It was definitely not his intent to be held responsible for his writings.
Disclaimer # 3
All characters, places, situations and references are absolutely fictional, even those that are patently authentic. For example, the “Weasel-Dick” Cheney referred to in various pieces is not the smart, funny, snuggable, former VP, but simply an imaginary golem sprung full grown from a fragile psyche over-agitated by current politics. Which is not to say that the author wouldn’t enjoy stripping, strapping, hooding, belly-pinking and bastinado-ing the genuine Weasel Dick. Then fire-hosing the sick smirk off his face while screaming, “Answer the question, Mohammed!” Like a celebrity roast. Mr. Panky has always wanted to do one of those.
Disclaimer # 4
Unfair and Unbalanced is like a secret-Santa gift box packed with homemade, treacle-oozing truffles. Or a bamboo steamer of spicy take-out dim sum, redolent of their stuffings of unidentifiable meatlike pastes and lumps. No matter how good they look, smell and taste, no more than one or two should be ingested at any one sitting.
All Henry E. Panky products are processed at a facility exposed to wheat, lactose, cat dander, dust mites, mold, peanuts, tree nuts, corn nuts and donuts.
Disclaimer # 5
"Some were born to sweet delight. Some were born to endless night."
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This is believed to be a rare photo of Mr. Panky cradling the priceless ron Weasley Stone.* Speculation as to why the reclusive author became a sock monkey have centered on 3 main theories: 1) to escape extradition and prosecution for plagiarizing every humorist since John of Patmos, 2) to so change his appearance (a la Mickey Rourke in "Angel Heart") that Satan cannot find him and drag his soul to hell, and/or 3) to reduce his carbon footprint. Here he is accompanied by a lovely lady friend, assumed to be a member of his granfalloon.
* A smooth, speckled stone about the size of a small, fat hamburger (or turkey burger) with "ron Weasley" written upon it in black, indelible magic marker, the famous "Ron Weasley Stone" was, incredibly, purchased by Mr. Panky for literally pennies and nickels from an unwitting child selling specialty rocks, pinecones, chestnuts & acorns from a card table in its driveway. As the stone itself has been carbon-dated some millions of years old, many speculate the handwriting cannot be human -- alien, Lemurian and Angelic-Moronian being the leading candidates -- and it is reputed to have been owned by the the Knights of the Round Table, the Knights Templar, Gladys Knight & the Pips, Bobby Knight, and the Knights who say "Nee!" As with so much else regarding this ancient and mysterious artifact, exactly why it is called the "Ron Weasley Stone" and who first named it thus remains unknown.
"And up from his mind...came a bubblin' crude"
"The Ballad of Henry E Panky"
