Every so often, I have periods where I can't seem to get a letter published. My past five or six alone to Metro were acknowledged but not printed. I wrote this letter as a palette cleansing exercise and half-hoped it would not be published, if only to show I didn't need to resort to risque humor to see "David Terhune, Brooklyn" back in the letters pages. Of course, the letter is published, with an accompanying photo no less, and I am left to ponder the significance of the situation. But thank you, Metro, for printing my earth-shaking letter on April 28, 2010.

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Re: Women try to shake cleric with Boobquake. The downside of a humorous and performance-art tinged event like Boobquake is that in trying to mock the Iranian cleric who claimed immodest dress caused earthquakes, the inevitable quake somewhere in the world will be held up as concrete proof of the cleric's presumption. Like the shoe thrown at President Bush in 2008 and turned into a huge anti-American sculpture, I can only imagine how Boobnquake, the mother of all seismic activity, will be memorialized.