I was watching a documentary Friday night about crime & puinishment. One respectible-looking gray-haired scholar was talking about how in the 17th century, “If you were found guilty of a crime, you would be put into the pillories in the village square, and be jeered at and abused for several days by the village people.”
. . . And if the crime was particularly heinous, they’d set Donna Summer loose on you!
As long as it’s not Rick Dees and his timeless yet hilarious “Disco Duck,” I think I would survive.
I duno, I could picture the Pilgrims gettin’ down and gettin’ funky at Ye Olde Plymouthe Rocke & Rolle Inne.
Ever walk through a cow pasture avoiding the ‘landmines’? Trace out your footpath you have the beginning of disco dance.
If I had to name one group I would not want contemplating my bottom line while my arms and head were confined, it would include the five guys from the Village People… lock, stock and one smoking barrell. :eek:
Eve, Court TV?
Of course, the really sinister part of that punishment is that your arms are confined in the pillory, so you can’t do the “YMCA” dance!
I can think of some things I’d like to do with certain of The Village People that might land me in the pillory…oh that cowboy!
…and you’d commonly have the sentence “one ear nailed” tacked on, whereupon you suffer through your hours at the pillory pinned with an iron nail. And nobody would help you out of the pillory when you were unlocked - and your hands can’t reach around to your ear, either, depending on the configuration of the pillory.
Ask me about being “drawn and quartered” sometime 
-AmbushBug
[sub]your honor we the men of the jury find the man who stole the mare not guilty[/sub]