Raleigh Hatchet

Update: The Raleigh Hatchet is still dead. I’d love to tell you otherwise, but the central figure behind this legendary altrag is keeping mum. Plus, I haven’t actually asked him.

He’s got a MySpace page that looks like it hasn’t been updated for several years now (you know, since everyone realized how useless MySpace was for anything except maybe promoting your band, and even then…). Perhaps the Raleigh Hatchet can be found slipping through the cracks between Twitter and Facebook?

Perhaps we should simply let the Hatchet grow rusty and eventually disintegrate into the constituent matter, stellar in origin, from which we all arise…to one day return to formlessness and meta-conscious oneness with the totality of the energy in the universe which some have called the ineffable realization of the divine?

Perhaps not. Given all of the crazy situations and severe problems facing the world, this is not such a huge issue. On the scale of important things, it falls below the final episode of MASH, which is less important than your neighbor’s mortgage refinancing, and from there to your 26th birthday, new troubles in the Middle East, Cancer, and finally Mom’s Wrath.

Now THAT’S perspective. Oh, and I meant “cancer” as the group of devastating and usually nearly-incurable medical conditions, not the astrological sign or latitude, which I think they should seriously consider renaming for sensitivity’s sake.