The first thing that struck me about the Cutbush podcast is that I expected A.P.W. to have a Cambridge accent, but, instead, he sounded like a Sex Pistol who was about to bash me over the head and steal my wallet.
That said, A.P.W. refers to himself at one point as 'reckless,' and that attitude has always struck me as both A.P.'s strength and his weakness. But mainly his strength. His saving grace is that he lacks the timidity of an academic historian. He's willing to be laughed at, and he's willing to laugh at you in turn. Further, he's trying to make his way by lugging around in the 'bone and rag shop of the human heart,' and not necessarily cares whether the paper trail ever catches up with him or not. Frustrating, crazy, and, at times, brilliant. Ally is merely complaining that he's not Phil Sugden; but for every 3 academians we need at least 1 mad, bad, and dangerous to know fellow to return the universe back to its proper balance.
I enjoyed the point where Ally ponders (with the skepticism dripping from her microphone) why we should take it on faith that Charles Cutbush and T.H. Cutbush were even related. No census information shows this. This is ground zero; the left brain in mortal combat with the ID.
A.P.'s classic, crazy, response is that Cutbush is always ranting and raving about senior officers at the Met. He rants about going to Scotland Yard and borrowing a revolver to blow out Dr. Brook's brains. Further, The Sun wouldn't have bothered rattling the cage, if there wasn't a lion inside of it.
This facinates me. Why? Because no respectable historian would make such an argument; and yet, coupled with the Macnaghten memo, it's not an easy to argument to refute. Like it or not, it's got wheels. And its got far more attitude than a download from ancestry.com.
It is as if A.P.W. instinctively realizes that history is a matter of blood, guts, and entrails, and not dusty census records.
The dude is crazy and I seldom see things his way. Nonetheless, he's got my respect, for he's got a spine.
So my dears, the question I pose is this.
If T.H. Cutbush is not related to Uncle Charles, why was he raving about Scotland Yard? And why on earth did he believe they would lend him a revolver?
These are the unaswerables that makes history jump from the page.
That said, A.P.W. refers to himself at one point as 'reckless,' and that attitude has always struck me as both A.P.'s strength and his weakness. But mainly his strength. His saving grace is that he lacks the timidity of an academic historian. He's willing to be laughed at, and he's willing to laugh at you in turn. Further, he's trying to make his way by lugging around in the 'bone and rag shop of the human heart,' and not necessarily cares whether the paper trail ever catches up with him or not. Frustrating, crazy, and, at times, brilliant. Ally is merely complaining that he's not Phil Sugden; but for every 3 academians we need at least 1 mad, bad, and dangerous to know fellow to return the universe back to its proper balance.
I enjoyed the point where Ally ponders (with the skepticism dripping from her microphone) why we should take it on faith that Charles Cutbush and T.H. Cutbush were even related. No census information shows this. This is ground zero; the left brain in mortal combat with the ID.
A.P.'s classic, crazy, response is that Cutbush is always ranting and raving about senior officers at the Met. He rants about going to Scotland Yard and borrowing a revolver to blow out Dr. Brook's brains. Further, The Sun wouldn't have bothered rattling the cage, if there wasn't a lion inside of it.
This facinates me. Why? Because no respectable historian would make such an argument; and yet, coupled with the Macnaghten memo, it's not an easy to argument to refute. Like it or not, it's got wheels. And its got far more attitude than a download from ancestry.com.
It is as if A.P.W. instinctively realizes that history is a matter of blood, guts, and entrails, and not dusty census records.
The dude is crazy and I seldom see things his way. Nonetheless, he's got my respect, for he's got a spine.
So my dears, the question I pose is this.
If T.H. Cutbush is not related to Uncle Charles, why was he raving about Scotland Yard? And why on earth did he believe they would lend him a revolver?
These are the unaswerables that makes history jump from the page.
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