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...spiritual descendants of those who worshiped trees may sentimentalize them now as some green sermon. Ronald Reagan did not. Once during the 1980 campaign, in a nuke-the-wimps frame of mind, Reagan claimed that no matter what environmentalists say, trees are a source of deadly pollution. On the campaign plane later, Reagan's press secretary James Brady sighted forests below and shouted, "Killer trees! Killer trees!" It seems that Reagan was confusing nitrous oxide with deadlier oxides of nitrogen. Never mind...
...sudden fondness for controversial reactors? The new Energy Secretary, James Watkins, is strongly pro-nuke, as is his boss, George Bush. So is Bush's chief of staff, John Sununu, the former New Hampshire Governor who championed Seabrook against objections of his neighboring Governor, Michael Dukakis of Massachusetts. While Sununu has moved to the White House, Dukakis still sits in Boston, 40 miles from Seabrook...
...messing about with the atmosphere in a truly Faustian way. That and the garbage on the shores have put people in a rotten humor." But what will really "be the key to the evolution of Ecotopia" will be a catastrophe at a nuclear plant. "One of these days a nuke is going to blow in the country, as surely as the sun goes up and comes down. It's practically bound to happen, and it will put a whole new complexion on environmental politics...
This season her acolyte is Ebby Calvin ("Nuke") LaLoosh (Tim Robbins), a southpaw with a million-dollar arm and a five-cent head. Nuke is a little raw. He's meat in need of curing, and Annie sees that as her mission. So she straps him into her bed and reads passages from I Sing the Body Electric. You remember Walt Whitman; according to Annie, he pitched for the Cosmic All- Stars. And his dithyrambs, invoking "limitless limpid jets of love," could be in praise of a fastball pitcher whose arm doesn't turn to overcooked pasta...
...Nuke is a natural. He fathoms not the ontological complexity of his own best pitches: "God, that was beautiful. What'd I do?" Crash Davis (Kevin Costner) is quite another species of ballplayer, the kind cursed with self-awareness. All that thinking has made him a journeyman catcher with a decade-long career bouncing through the minors like a Baltimore chop on Astroturf. Now Crash must baby-sit Nuke into maturity, teach him to connive a little in the game's moral geometry. "Strikeouts are boring. They're fascist," Crash tells Nuke. "Throw some ground balls; it's more democratic...