Sunday, April 29, 2007

Round Up The Guns


I'm sick of this shit.

This will piss a lot of people off and I don't give a flying fuck.

I think we should limit gun ownership to one narrowly defined hunting rifle per adult and round up and confiscate everything else.

No fucking hand guns, no automatics or semi-automatics. Those firearms have only one purpose. Killing a lot of people at close range really fast. There is no logical or constitutionally defensible reason why the populace at large needs to have these weapons.

I think we should restrict the sale of ammunition. Every time you want to buy more ammunition, you have to account for the status of the ammunition you bought last time. Add a form to the Income Tax process forcing you to declare every round in your posession and account for every round of difference from last years return. Subject to Federal Audit.

The Founding Father's intent for the 2nd Amendment was something akin to The National Guard.

"Amendment II

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed."


A "well regulated militia". Not a bunch of wacko, radical, mentally defective "citizens" armed to the teeth with military-grade weaponry. The more insistant someone is that they need to own as many weapons as they want, the more I doubt their maturity and judgement and the more frightened I am that they own even one.

And don't give me that crap about the Founding Fathers wanting us to be able to defend ourselves against our own government. That may have been their intent, but that ship sailed a long fucking time ago and most of you were willing crewmen on the boat.

Everytime you enthusiastically handed over your right to freedom and privacy in exchange for a promise of security, you handed more power to the very government of which you are so suspicious and wary.

And I got news for you Sparky. I don't care how many guns, how much ammunition, how many illegally obtained automatic weapons you have stashed in the woods behind your house. If the Federal Government decides to come and take your guns away from you, there isn't a goddamn thing you can do to stop them.

They have F-18s, M1 Tanks, Seals, Rangers and Nukes. You have some camo, some buck urine and a stash of guns and ammo.

You can't win. Grow up.

It's time that we put a stop to this juvenille, macho crap and rounded up all of the guns and ammo we can find. We'll never get it all. But by God, we can put a huge dent in it and make it a hell of a lot harder for people to get.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Comic Book Super Heroes

OK, DC and Marvel are finally raking in the big bucks by whoring out their biggest titles into money making franchise machines!

Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Fantastic 4, Hulk.

Isn't it time some of the 2nd tier comics jumped into the fray?

Anyone remember Gold Key comics? They had some classic titles that could be turned into Big Screen Bucks!





I will write a bad check worth $12,000.00 to anyone who can honestly tell me they remember these comics.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Dilemma

I happened to catch a commercial for Geeks R Us.

There is a new hire on my floor that I SWEAR is in this commercial.

I don't even know his name. We don't actually "work together". But I see him around on the elevators and he seems to be camped out in My Stall everytime I need to take a crap.

I've been thinking about this and there just isn't any acceptable way to approach someone you don't know and ask "Did you ever work for 'Geeks R Us?' Because I saw their commercial and there was a geek that looked just like you. Except he was a younger geek with more hair and less fat. Was that you?"

Karl Rove or James Carville couldn't spin that question into anything less than insulting.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

My First Award



The Flogging of America has awarded me my very first award.

That is so fucking cool. Thank you!

As I understand the rules of this meme based award, it is now my responsibility to identify 5 worthy recipients.

"The participation rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn't fit your blog).

That was that! Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking! It is the first time I am starting something with my blog so I hope it doesn't come back to haunt me."


"tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!"

Hmmm. That is not as easy as it sounds and leaves the door open to some intriguing possibilities.

The first choice is easy. Although to call it a no-brainer would be a misnomer. Thoghts From Kansas. I know that the title sounds like a contradition...like Military Intelligence or Compassionate Conservatism. But this guy is like Carl Sagan or Stephen Jay Gould. He can explain things so you can understand them. If this guy doesn't make you think, then you shouldn't even try.

Second award will go to Tony's Kansas City. Because he makes me think where in the FUCK does he find the time to read so many websites and blogs, come up with witty, contrarian, well written comentaries, in any given day? I don't know of a more prolific blogger than Tony. He amazes me.

My third award goes to the Sader Family Blog. Don't let the title fool you. I did for a while and I missed out on A LOT! This is not a mommy-blog filled with nothing but cute family photos and tuna-dish recipes. On the very first click you are greeted with "If God is perfect, why did He create discontinuous functions?" and "Referencing Huitzilopotchli again." If that doesn't make you think, then you re ill-equipped for said endeavour.

Number four goes to Joshua Xalpharis. I have no idea if that is his real name or not, but I like his stuff. He's just 21 years old. I can only imagine what an incredible writer he could become by the time he reaches my age. He's already better than me so I expect great things.

God. Just one more. There are so many intelligently written blogs. What was the criteria again? "relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!"

My last award is going to go to a blog that I can't even post to because he banned me from his site for disagreeing with him. I ironically award the Thinking Blogger Award to Mike's America. This is the most rabid, radical, right-wing, Republican blog that I found during the last election cycle. His site is over the top, completely devoid of any rational thought processes, totally reliant on guidance from others and as faith-based (i.e. tell me anything and I'll believe it) as any scary place I've ever visited. Although there is very little thinking taking place in Mike's America, it certainly fits the criteria of "relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!" Make's me think how can anybody be so fucking gullible and stupid?!?

Monday, April 23, 2007

I Hate Hypocrisy



OK, you folks know I'm a Liberal. No big fucking secret there, right? And even though I don't personally do a goddamn thing to recycle or "reduce my carbon footprint", or do anything else that would inconvenience me in any way, I do think that the preponderance of scientific evidence indicates that:

A: Global warming is probably real and not part of a natural cycle.
B: Humans are the likely cause of Global Warming.
C: If A and B are true, then we are fucking up the only nice piece of property in the neighborhood and risk winding up looking like Venus, Mars or the moon.

Does that make ME a hypocrit? You bet your sweet bippy it does. I hate that about myself.

When I see respected scientists yelling into deaf ears warning of the dire consequences of doing nothing, I always picture Jor-El trying to covince those tight-assed idiots on Krypton that the planet was about to explode.












They didn't listen either. Unfortunately, I'm lookin' around me at work and on the drive home, and out in bars, and I don't see any motherfuckers that I want to send to another planet to become our ambassador and their Hero. I see LOTS of fucktards I'd like to send into space! But for entirely different reasons.



So anyway, this Sheryl Crow (some sort of entertainer, I'm told) wants everybody to wipe their shitty asses with a single square of toilet paper to save the fucking planet.

What. The. Fuck?

I'm reminded of the Oil Crisis of the early seventies when everyone was urged to set there thermostats lower in the winter and higher in the summer, turn off unnecessary lights, etc. It was a radical concept at the time. I remember one comedic commentator pointing out that "Exxon spills billions of gallons of crude oil into the oceans and The President wants me to pee in the dark to save .72 cents a year?!?"

But here is the kicker. Ms. Crow, for all her righteous indignation about the amount of toilet paper I use to wipe my ass, has a pretty fucking ginormous "carbon footprint" herownself.

READ THIS!

This is a rider written in to all of her performance contracts.

"A. Parking as near as possible to the stage (but not visible or obtrusive to the audience) for 3 tractor trailers, 4 buses, six cars."

Bitch can't even WALK from an INCONVENIENT parking space from her military convoy to the stage and she wants me to get my fingers all shitty trying to wipe my big white flabby ass with a single square of toilet paper????

Huh uh. Fuck you.

I think that in order to make up for those 3 tractor trailers, 4 buses and six cars, you should personally wipe my ass with that single square of single-ply and sing to me while you're doing it.

But the last word belongs to Rosie:

"Has She Seen My Ass?"

R.I.P. Boris Yeltsin



When asked later if there had been any alcohol consumed during their meeting, Clinton replied "Did Rose Kennedy own a black dress?"

God, I miss Bill.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Reading Books and Watching Movies



I recently "discovered" Neil Gaiman. I read "Anansi Boys" and liked it. A lot.

When Nightmare over at "Smells Like Bullshit" found out he pretty much ordered me to read Gaiman's "American Gods" immediately. Which I did. Because Nightmare is kind of a big guy and he looks like he could fuck me up pretty good if I don't do what he say.

I liked that book even better. Anybody else read it? I often engage in vicarious movie casting when reading books. I had a strong impression of Mr. Wednesday looking a lot like this:


except with a $400 haircut and a $3000 custom tailored Italian suit.

So now I'm on a Gaiman binge. Right now I'm reading "Stardust" (which is being adapted for the big screen) and I have "Neverwhere" in the batting circle waiting to step up to the plate.

Unfortunately, about the only time I get to really read these days is while I'm sitting on the crapper. So it can take me months to finish a book. Unless I get a hold of some bad fish tacos. Then I can go through the entire Fyodor Dostoevsky library in 48 hours.

My daughter, young Galdriel Tanqueray Onassis and I saw "Disturbia" just over a week ago. She is 13 now and has discovered "scary" movies. In fact, she says the ONLY movies she likes are funny movies that "crack me up", or scary movies.

I guess it's no more "Land Before Time LXXIII" for her. sniff They grow up so fast.

Anyway, Disturbia was better than I expected for a remake of Hitchcock's "Rear Window" for the younger crowd. Disturbia actually had some pretty funny parts. I don't remember many good chuckles in the Hitchcock original.

On the rented DVD and waiting to be viewed list are "IMAX Deep Sea" (just high-definition, big screen eye-candy), "Notes On a Scandal" with Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett (the "other" Galadriel). The previews looked good, it got great reviews, but it wasn't one that I was willing to pay $20+ bucks to see with overpriced refreshments on a big screen with kick-ass sound. You know what I mean?

Same was true for "The Last King of Scotland" which is on my list to watch tonight. I don't go in for all that supernatural shit. But from just what I saw in the previews, Forest Whitaker was not just acting in this movie...he was flat out CHANNELING Idi fucking Amin's soul from the depth's of Hell. I can't wait to see this.


Thursday, April 19, 2007

I'm a parent

I know many of you are parents too.

As parents, our entire lives are focused on loving our children, raising our children to be good, responsible adults, and protecting them from harm until they get to the point where they can protect themselves.

Whether you are a penguin, a possum or a human, that's what parents do.

Raise 'em, teach 'em, protect 'em, and send 'em off into the world to make their way.

Now imagine that you have pulled off this seemingly impossible task. Some of you already have.

You got them through infancy without them dying from SIDS, or swallowing poison, or tumbling down the stairs and breaking their necks, or being attacked by pit bulls.

You got them through childhood without them being abducted by a child molester, walking into traffic and being hit by a car, or falling down a mine shaft.

You got them through their teen years without them running away, becoming a mother or father, becoming a druggie or an alcoholic. They weren't killed in a teen car accident. They aren't violent or disrespectful. They make good grades. They are actually good, responsible, caring, young adults with common sense and a bright future.

You send them off to college thinking, "they're going to make it. We did good. We can relax a little bit. Our job is almost done."

Then you get the call. It's over. They're gone.

Some sick, twisted, worthless piece of shit took away everything your child had and everything they ever would have had.

For nothing.

They didn't do anything wrong. They were just going about being the wonderful people you raised them to be.

And now they're dead.

How would that feel?

Multiply that by 32.

Multiply that by all of the friends and family that each one of those 32 victims had.

Each and every one of those thousands of grief stricken people had their hearts ripped out, their souls crushed and their dreams destroyed in a senseless act of unspeakable violence.

Try to think, for just a minute how YOU would feel.

Now imagine that EVERY FUCKING TIME you turn on the TV, or open a newspaper, or get on the internet, you are confronted with the image of the "thing" that brought your entire world crashing down around you, and he is pointing a gun directly at you.

Everywhere you turn, you see the very last thing that your precious child saw before they died a horrible, undeserved death. And you haven't even come to terms with the fact that they are gone. You haven't even made arrangements for a funeral. You are still notifying family.

And what is dominating the media? What a wonderful gift the world has lost? Your grief?

Nope.

The monster that committed the crime.

I'm a parent.

You're a parent.

Do they not have any parents working in journalism?

This should not have been a difficult decision. Publishing pictures of the killer pointing guns at a camera while the victims are still sitting in the county morgue waiting to be buried and grieved...

That's not news. That is unspeakable cruelty.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

GUEST BLOGGER



OK, this will seem like a lazy, shameless plug for Lee Iacocca's new book.

It only seem's that way because I'm linking to the Border's Book site selling his book, and posting a verbatim excerpt from his book designed to make people want to buy his book, and posting a really flattering picture of him.

Instead of posting this picture


with the high waisted old-man pants and possible piss-dribble on the leg.

So, I know this looks bad.

But The Truth is, I haven't read the book, I won't buy the book, I don't give a fuck if anyone else reads or buys the book, and even though I hate wrap music, I'd have more fun hanging with Snoop Dog than I would with "I-ka-zizzle".

I am temporarily handing over my blog to Mr. Iacocca for 3 reasons:

1. Copying and pasting someone else's well thought out and well written work is easier and quicker than conducting my own careful analysis and crafting a creative, thoughtful and insightful post that eloquently conveys my conclusions and seeks to sway the emotions and opinions of my readers.
2. I absolutely, whole heartedly agree with every fucking word he says.
3. I'm gonna use the time I saved to grill me up a cheeseburger and watch some high-def Tee Vee.


God Bless America!

*****

Had Enough?

Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder. We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, "Stay the course."

Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America, not the damned Titanic. I'll give you a sound bite: Throw the bums out!

You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this country anymore. The President of the United States is given a free pass to ignore the Constitution, tap our phones, and lead us to war on a pack of lies. Congress responds to record deficits by passing a huge tax cut for the wealthy (thanks, but I don't need it). The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq, the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving pom-poms instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of America my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How about you?

I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have.

My friends tell me to calm down. They say, "Lee, you're eighty-two years old. Leave the rage to the young people." I'd love to—as soon as I can pry them away from their iPods for five seconds and get them to pay attention. I'm going to speak up because it's my patriotic duty. I think people will listen to me. They say I have a reputation as a straight shooter. So I'll tell you how I see it, and it's not pretty, but at least it's real. I'm hoping to strike a nerve in those young folks who say they don't vote because they don't trust politicians to represent their interests. Hey, America, wake up. These guys work for us.

Who Are These Guys, Anyway?

Why are we in this mess? How did we end up with this crowd in Washington? Well, we voted for them—or at least some of us did. But I'll tell you what we didn't do. We didn't agree to suspend the Constitution. We didn't agree to stop asking questions or demanding answers. Some of us are sick and tired of people who call free speech treason. Where I come from that's a dictatorship, not a democracy.

And don't tell me it's all the fault of right-wing Republicans or liberal Democrats. That's an intellectually lazy argument, and it's part of the reason we're in this stew. We're not just a nation of factions. We're a people. We share common principles and ideals. And we rise and fall together.

Where are the voices of leaders who can inspire us to action and make us stand taller? What happened to the strong and resolute party of Lincoln? What happened to the courageous, populist party of FDR and Truman? There was a time in this country when the voices of great leaders lifted us up and made us want to do better. Where have all the leaders gone?

The Test of a Leader

I've never been Commander in Chief, but I've been a CEO. I understand a few things about leadership at the top. I've figured out nine points—not ten (I don't want people accusing me of thinking I'm Moses). I call them the "Nine Cs of Leadership." They're not fancy or complicated. Just clear, obvious qualities that every true leader should have. We should look at how the current administration stacks up. Like it or not, this crew is going to be around until January 2009. Maybe we can learn something before we go to the polls in 2008. Then let's be sure we use the leadership test to screen the candidates who say they want to run the country. It's up to us to choose wisely.

So, here's my C list:

A leader has to show CURIOSITY. He has to listen to people outside of the "Yes, sir" crowd in his inner circle. He has to read voraciously, because the world is a big, complicated place. George W. Bush brags about never reading a newspaper. "I just scan the headlines," he says. Am I hearing this right? He's the President of the United States and he never reads a newspaper? Thomas Jefferson once said, "Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate for a moment to prefer the latter." Bush disagrees. As long as he gets his daily hour in the gym, with Fox News piped through the sound system, he's ready to go.

If a leader never steps outside his comfort zone to hear different ideas, he grows stale. If he doesn't put his beliefs to the test, how does he know he's right? The inability to listen is a form of arrogance. It means either you think you already know it all, or you just don't care. Before the 2006 election, George Bush made a big point of saying he didn't listen to the polls. Yeah, that's what they all say when the polls stink. But maybe he should have listened, because 70 percent of the people were saying he was on the wrong track. It took a "thumping" on election day to wake him up, but even then you got the feeling he wasn't listening so much as he was calculating how to do a better job of convincing everyone he was right.

A leader has to be CREATIVE, go out on a limb, be willing to try something different. You know, think outside the box. George Bush prides himself on never changing, even as the world around him is spinning out of control. God forbid someone should accuse him of flip-flopping. There's a disturbingly messianic fervor to his certainty. Senator Joe Biden recalled a conversation he had with Bush a few months after our troops marched into Baghdad. Joe was in the Oval Office outlining his concerns to the President—the explosive mix of Shiite and Sunni, the disbanded Iraqi army, the problems securing the oil fields. "The President was serene," Joe recalled. "He told me he was sure that we were on the right course and that all would be well. 'Mr. President,' I finally said, 'how can you be so sure when you don't yet know all the facts?'" Bush then reached over and put a steadying hand on Joe's shoulder. "My instincts," he said. "My instincts." Joe was flabbergasted. He told Bush, "Mr. President, your instincts aren't good enough." Joe Biden sure didn't think the matter was settled. And, as we all know now, it wasn't.

Leadership is all about managing change—whether you're leading a company or leading a country. Things change, and you get creative. You adapt. Maybe Bush was absent the day they covered that at Harvard Business School.

A leader has to COMMUNICATE. I'm not talking about running off at the mouth or spouting sound bites. I'm talking about facing reality and telling the truth. Nobody in the current administration seems to know how to talk straight anymore. Instead, they spend most of their time trying to convince us that things are not really as bad as they seem. I don't know if it's denial or dishonesty, but it can start to drive you crazy after a while. Communication has to start with telling the truth, even when it's painful. The war in Iraq has been, among other things, a grand failure of communication. Bush is like the boy who didn't cry wolf when the wolf was at the door. After years of being told that all is well, even as the casualties and chaos mount, we've stopped listening to him.

A leader has to be a person of CHARACTER. That means knowing the difference between right and wrong and having the guts to do the right thing. Abraham Lincoln once said, "If you want to test a man's character, give him power." George Bush has a lot of power. What does it say about his character? Bush has shown a willingness to take bold action on the world stage because he has the power, but he shows little regard for the grievous consequences. He has sent our troops (not to mention hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqi citizens) to their deaths—for what? To build our oil reserves? To avenge his daddy because Saddam Hussein once tried to have him killed? To show his daddy he's tougher? The motivations behind the war in Iraq are questionable, and the execution of the war has been a disaster. A man of character does not ask a single soldier to die for a failed policy.

A leader must have COURAGE. I'm talking about balls. (That even goes for female leaders.) Swagger isn't courage. Tough talk isn't courage. George Bush comes from a blue-blooded Connecticut family, but he likes to talk like a cowboy. You know, My gun is bigger than your gun. Courage in the twenty-first century doesn't mean posturing and bravado. Courage is a commitment to sit down at the negotiating table and talk.

If you're a politician, courage means taking a position even when you know it will cost you votes. Bush can't even make a public appearance unless the audience has been handpicked and sanitized. He did a series of so-called town hall meetings last year, in auditoriums packed with his most devoted fans. The questions were all softballs.

To be a leader you've got to have CONVICTION—a fire in your belly. You've got to have passion. You've got to really want to get something done. How do you measure fire in the belly? Bush has set the all-time record for number of vacation days taken by a U.S. President—four hundred and counting. He'd rather clear brush on his ranch than immerse himself in the business of governing. He even told an interviewer that the high point of his presidency so far was catching a seven-and-a-half-pound perch in his hand-stocked lake.

It's no better on Capitol Hill. Congress was in session only ninety-seven days in 2006. That's eleven days less than the record set in 1948, when President Harry Truman coined the term do-nothing Congress. Most people would expect to be fired if they worked so little and had nothing to show for it. But Congress managed to find the time to vote itself a raise. Now, that's not leadership.

A leader should have CHARISMA. I'm not talking about being flashy. Charisma is the quality that makes people want to follow you. It's the ability to inspire. People follow a leader because they trust him. That's my definition of charisma. Maybe George Bush is a great guy to hang out with at a barbecue or a ball game. But put him at a global summit where the future of our planet is at stake, and he doesn't look very presidential. Those frat-boy pranks and the kidding around he enjoys so much don't go over that well with world leaders. Just ask German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who received an unwelcome shoulder massage from our President at a G-8 Summit. When he came up behind her and started squeezing, I thought she was going to go right through the roof.

A leader has to be COMPETENT. That seems obvious, doesn't it? You've got to know what you're doing. More important than that, you've got to surround yourself with people who know what they're doing. Bush brags about being our first MBA President. Does that make him competent? Well, let's see. Thanks to our first MBA President, we've got the largest deficit in history, Social Security is on life support, and we've run up a half-a-trillion-dollar price tag (so far) in Iraq. And that's just for starters. A leader has to be a problem solver, and the biggest problems we face as a nation seem to be on the back burner.

You can't be a leader if you don't have COMMON SENSE. I call this Charlie Beacham's rule. When I was a young guy just starting out in the car business, one of my first jobs was as Ford's zone manager in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. My boss was a guy named Charlie Beacham, who was the East Coast regional manager. Charlie was a big Southerner, with a warm drawl, a huge smile, and a core of steel. Charlie used to tell me, "Remember, Lee, the only thing you've got going for you as a human being is your ability to reason and your common sense. If you don't know a dip of horseshit from a dip of vanilla ice cream, you'll never make it." George Bush doesn't have common sense. He just has a lot of sound bites. You know—Mr.they'll-welcome-us-as-liberators-no-child-left-behind-heck-of-a-job-Brownie-mission-accomplished Bush.

Former President Bill Clinton once said, "I grew up in an alcoholic home. I spent half my childhood trying to get into the reality-based world—and I like it here."

I think our current President should visit the real world once in a while.

The Biggest C is Crisis

Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down.

On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. Where was George Bush? He was reading a story about a pet goat to kids in Florida when he heard about the attacks. He kept sitting there for twenty minutes with a baffled look on his face. It's all on tape. You can see it for yourself. Then, instead of taking the quickest route back to Washington and immediately going on the air to reassure the panicked people of this country, he decided it wasn't safe to return to the White House. He basically went into hiding for the day—and he told Vice President Dick Cheney to stay put in his bunker. We were all frozen in front of our TVs, scared out of our wits, waiting for our leaders to tell us that we were going to be okay, and there was nobody home. It took Bush a couple of days to get his bearings and devise the right photo op at Ground Zero.

That was George Bush's moment of truth, and he was paralyzed. And what did he do when he'd regained his composure? He led us down the road to Iraq—a road his own father had considered disastrous when he was President. But Bush didn't listen to Daddy. He listened to a higher father. He prides himself on being faith based, not reality based. If that doesn't scare the crap out of you, I don't know what will.

A Hell of a Mess

So here's where we stand. We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving. We're running the biggest deficit in the history of the country. We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia, while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs. Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble. Our borders are like sieves. The middle class is being squeezed every which way. These are times that cry out for leadership.

But when you look around, you've got to ask: "Where have all the leaders gone?" Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, competence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point.

Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo? We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened.

Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane, or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm. Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.

Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when "the Big Three" referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen—and more important, what are we going to do about it?

Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debt, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.

I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bobblehead on Fox News will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change?

Had Enough?

Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope. I believe in America. In my lifetime I've had the privilege of living through some of America's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises—the Great Depression, World War II, the Korean War, the Kennedy assassination, the Vietnam War, the 1970s oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11. If I've learned one thing, it's this: You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play. That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a call to action for people who, like me, believe in America. It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the horseshit and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had enough.

Excerpted from Where Have All the Leaders Gone?. Copyright © 2007 by Lee Iacocca. All rights reserved. (because I don't want to get sued - XO)

BLOGGER MEAT UPDATE

UPDATE: As promised this morning, I am updating this post with proper links and correcting at least one glaring omission!!

Sorry I don't have time to search for an appropriate photo or graphic. This will be bare bones and quick.

The blog meet was, in my humble opinion, a huge success. Much thanks to Greg and Michelle for organizing it.

Got to meet so many wonderful local bloggers!! Happy In Bag, Three O'Clock in the Morning, Death's Door, Cubicle Gangsta, mToast, Well Hell Michelle, The Saders, Flogging America, My Spyderweb, Dangerblog...

I'm probably forgetting someone.

Oh yeah! NIGHTMARE from SMELLS LIKE BULLSHIT! Who is just like you imagine he would be. A hell of a guy and a lot of fun! He even brought his Bouby!

Tony's Kansas City was conspicuously absent. Probably because Eric Barton and Jason Harper from The Pitch were there.

Because I left early, I missed General Blather. Sorry dear!!! Next time!

It was great meeting everyone! We should definitely do that again. And again.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Amazing New Discovery


OK, Living in the Scoot Utopia been blogging a lot longer than me. And I didn't really discover him so much as I read about him over at Tony's Kansas City.

So I discovered this blog in pretty much the same way Columbus discovered America.

But still, anyone who decides to walk from my adopted hometown of Liberty, MO to Olathe, KS, just to bisect the Greater Metropolitan Kansas City Area and blog about it impesses me greatly.

"Time started: 6:38am
Time ended: 9:35pm
Distance walked: 37.5 miles (new personal record!)
Steps taken: 69,800
Calories burned: 4,700"

If I go to the bank and the dry cleaners on the same day, I have to take a nap. If I walked from the Liberty Town Square to my house in Liberty, I'd need a hip replacement, foot surgery, a bottle of scotch and a full-body massage with a "happy finish".

He set up a website that he updated via his cellphone camera in realtime during the walk. Check it out at livewalking.com

I'm impressed and inspired! Tomorrow, I am going to take the elevator from the 13th floor to the 4th floor, and WALK the last 3 flights of steps to the lobby on my way to the coffee cart for a double espresso latte. I might even leave the building entirely and CROSS THE STREET to the Other Coffee Place and get my caffiene there.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Five Reasons to Read Joe's Big Blog


She looks really familiar!


I, for one, am glad the dinosaurs are extinct. Well, almost all of them.


I've got to figure out a way to steal this logo and put it to good use.


Here is where I want to retire.


"Here's the scooter version of the General Lee, the car the Dukes drive in Hazzard County"

Damn



I haven't done a single noteworthy thing in my life. But I hope that when I die my obit will be longer than 21 words.

"Singer Don Ho dies at 76

By JAYMES SONG, Associated Press Writer

HONOLULU - Legendary crooner Don Ho, known for his catchy signature tune "Tiny Bubbles," has died, his publicist said Saturday. He was 76."

Updated Blog Roll



UPDATED: Forgot to include Planet Rusty and My Spyderweb to the list. Adding them now!

This is long overdue. There are blogs that I read regularly that were not reflected on my blog list.

First and foremost is Tony's Kansas City.


Somewhere, during my obsession with my look and layout, Tony got omitted from my list. I have no fucking idea how that happened. It certainly wasn't intentional. Tony was my inspiration to start blogging in the first place. He encouraged me and linked to me at a time when most of the hits on my site were just me checking to see if I had any hits. Sort of "blogospheric masturbation" I guess. Anyway, Tony is the hands down most prolific blogger in KC, a genuine contrarian, a community activist, an advocate for advocateless and one hell of a good writer. I still don't know how he fell off the list, but he is back on now with my deepest apologies.

Next up is Joshua Xalpharis. I don't know if that's his real name or not, but I like it. Sounds like the name of a Galactic Emperor. And at the young age of 21, who knows? He could probably make that happen. I love the way he writes:

"I came downstairs on Easter Sunday ‘93, and I found something that I truly did not expect. There was not a basket of candy with my name on it, but there was my grandfather. With a cup of tea in his hand, he seemed like a child on the beach with a towel and a sand castle. The blissful smile that covered his face seemed odd at the time, but now I can understand. You see, he had a shotgun across his lap. Now you can probably see where this is heading.

The old bastard actually swore that he had shot the Easter Bunny and I wouldn’t be getting candy that year. To make matters worse, he actually splashed fake blood over his clothing. I suppose there is no real question as to why I am such a sadistic bastard. He was my hero."

A very promising blogger with an incredibly clean and lean layout. Check him out.

I've also added crse over at zamphir panflutemaster. She's a proud, self-proclaimed dork "with spider monkey tendencies, severe ADD and a lovely range of anxiety disorders". According to her husband Gill, "Living with Crse is like living with an exotic pet. Oh sure she is cute and entertaining but leave her alone too long and she starts flinging poop at the walls." She has a zany cast of characters whose exploits she brings to life with great style and wit. Not the least of which is...

NORM! No, not the boozy lardass from Cheers. Norm is her precocious, 5 year old son. His normism's ("daddy we have to have a discussion about you being a dick to mommy") are so popular that he now has his own Oracle Blog. Life getting you down? Is your boss an asshole? Owe money to the IRS? Ask Norm and he will set you on the path to happiness. From the mouths of babes. This is wisdom you won't find anywhere else. Ask your questions now, before he grows up!

For those of you interested in the the path less taken and alternative lifestyles, go check out Satyavati at The Road To Braj. She is a Krishna devotee and a "nurse [that] specializes in organic micro-farming, sustainables, bass guitar and socialist propaganda" She will also dig you a ditch, for a price.

I somehow misfiled Joe's Big Blog. I originally found him after he commented on one of my posts and I immediately bookmarked him, but I bookmarked him in the wrong place and only recently found him again. It was like going through pockets in your closet and finding a $20.00 bill you didn't know you had. He and I have a lot in common. I love this statement:

A late discovery is Secrets of the Red Seven by Red7Eric.
"an artistic, witty, passionate, compassionate single gay guy living in Washington DC"

He is an incredibly good writer with a different perspective (from mine, anyway) and worthy of your time. He also has a Book Club in which I am considering participating.

And last, but certainly not least, is smedrock over at SmedFX Digital Design Information. Smedly is the incredibly generous and patient web genius responsible for my current way-cool blog layout. Thanks, man!

I encourage all of my readers to visit these bloggers who truly are far better than me.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words

Here is who Imus thought was talking...


a hip, cutting edge "shock jock", with his turned-up-Elvis-collar, pushing the edge of the broadcasting envelope.

Here is who everyone heard...


a frail, old, worn out, rascist, semi-senile, nappy-headed white guy who has kept talking long past the point where anyone found him funny.

Here is everyone's reaction...



NEXT!

Monday, April 09, 2007

BLOGGER MEAT!!

Sorry! That should have read "Blogger MEET." But, I made ya look!!



Greg from Death's Door and Michelle from Well Hell Michelle are hosting (arranging, sponsoring, I'm not sure what they right term is, but everybody is buying their own drinks!) a get together at Harry's Country Club in the River Market. It's Tuesday, April 17th from Happy Hour till ???!

[I've noticed that as I get older "???" is MUCH closer to Happy Hour than it is to closing time...expect me to arrive early and leave early]

The address is 112 Missouri Ave, Kansas City, MO 64106. Missouri Avenue runs E to W from Main and Locust. It's sandwiched between 5th and 6th Street.

Why is there a named street interrupting the continuity of all of the nicely and logically numbered streets? I have no fucking idea! Fuck you Tom Pendergast!

Here's a fucking map.

I had been thinking about doing something similar.

I've also been thinking about eating less and working out more and that hasn't happened either.

I knew if I procrastinated long enough that a Responsible Adult would step up to the plate and hit one out of the park.

Works every time!

I hope to see you all there. If you won't be there till late, let me know what time and I will TRY to stick around that long.

If I get another picture like this out of it, I'll be one happy blogger.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Easter Sunday


Most people who celebrate Easter are blissfully ignorant of the ancient pagan origins of the holiday, the symbols associated with it, or the central theme of death and rebirth.

Allow me to educate you via the following information from the fine folks over at ReligiousTolerance.org.

I have rearranged some of the information for clarity and continuity and to allow for the inclusion of graphics of my own choosing. But the information itself can be viewed in it's original form, annotated with footnotes and references at their site.

SPRING CELEBRATIONS BY VARIOUS FAITHS - ANCIENT AND MODERN


ANCIENT GREEKS: The god-man Dionysos was a major deity among the ancient Greeks. As a god of the spring rites, of the flowering plants and fruitful vines, Dionysos was said to be in terrible pain during winter, when most living things sicken and die, or hibernate. Persephone, a daughter of Demeter, descended into the Otherworld and returned near the time of the spring equinox. This story has close parallels to various Goddess legends, stories of the life of King Arthur, and of Jesus Christ.


ANCIENT PERSIA; ZOROASTRIANISM: Various ancient civilizations (Mesopotamia, Sumeria, Babylonia, Elam) circa 3000 to 2000 BCE celebrated new years at the time of the spring equinox. "No Ruz," the new day or New Year has been celebrated in the area of modern-day Iran since the Achaemenian (Hakhamaneshi) period over 2500 years ago. It survived because of Zoroastrianism which was the religion of Ancient Persia before the advent of Islam 1400 years ago. Many religious historians trace the Judeo-Christian concepts of Hell, Heaven, Resurrection, the arrival of the Messiah, and the last judgment to Zoroastrianism. In that faith, the Lord of Wisdom created all that was good and became God. The Hostile Spirit, Angra Mainyu (Ahriman), residing in the eternal darkness created all that was bad and became the Hostile Spirit. This dualistic God/Satan concept is surprisingly close to the views of conservative Christianity today.


ANCIENT ROMANS: In about 200 B.C., mystery cults began to appear in Rome just as they had earlier in Greece. Most notable was the Cybele cult centered on Vatican hill ...Associated with the Cybele cult was that of her lover, Attis (the older Tammuz, Osiris, Dionysus, or Orpheus under a new name)...The festival began as a day of blood on Black Friday and culminated after three days in a day of rejoicing over the resurrection. Attis was born of a human woman, a virgin named Nana. He grew up to become a sacrificial victim and Savior, slain to bring salvation to mankind. His body was eaten by his worshipers in the form of bread...[He was] crucified on a pine tree, whence his holy blood poured down to redeem the earth. The celebration was held on MAR-25, 9 months before his birth on DEC-25. In Rome, the rituals took place where St. Peter's now stands in Vatican City. The similarities between the stories of Attis and Jesus are obvious.


ANCIENT SAXONS: Eostre was the Saxon version of the Germanic lunar goddess Ostara (whose name is probably yet another variant of Ishtar, Astare and Aset."). She gave her name to the Christian Easter and to the female hormone estrogen. Her feast day was held on the full moon following the vernal equinox -- almost the identical calculation as for the Christian Easter in the west. One delightful legend associated with Eostre was that she found an injured bird on the ground one winter. To save its life, she transformed it into a hare. But "the transformation was not a complete one. The bird took the appearance of a hare but retained the ability to lay eggs. ..the hare would decorate these eggs and leave them as gifts to Eostre."


ANCIENT BRITAIN: Both the solstices and equinoxes "were the highly sophisticated preoccupation of the mysterious Megalithic peoples who pre-dated Celt, Roman and Saxon on Europe's Atlantic fringe by thousands of years." The equinoxes were not otherwise celebrated in ancient Britain, until recent years.


ANCIENT IRELAND: The spring and fall equinox were celebrated in ancient times. A cluster of megalithic cairns are scattered through the hills at Loughcrew, about 55 miles North West of Dublin in Ireland. Longhcrew Carin T is a passage tomb which is designed so that the light from the rising sun on the spring and summer equinoxes penetrates a long corridor and illuminates a backstone, which is decorated with astronomical symbols.


ANCIENT GERMANS: Ostara, the Germanic fertility Goddess was associated with human and crop fertility. On the spring equinox, she mated with the solar god and conceived a child that would be born 9 months later on DEC-21: Yule, the winter solstice.

EASTER SYMBOLOGY

Hot Cross Buns: At the feast of Eostre, the Saxon fertility Goddess, an ox was sacrificed. The ox's horns became a symbol for the feast. They were carved into the ritual bread. Thus originated "hot cross buns". The word "buns" is derived from the Saxon word "boun" which means "sacred ox." Later, the symbol of a symmetrical cross was used to decorate the buns; the cross represented the moon, the heavenly body associated with the Goddess, and its four quarters.

Easter Rabbit and Eggs: The symbols of the Norse Goddess Ostara were the hare and the egg. Both represented fertility. From these, we have inherited the customs and symbols of the Easter egg and Easter rabbit.

Dyed eggs also formed part of the rituals of the ancient, pre-Christian Babylonian mystery religions. The egg as a symbol of fertility and of renewed life goes back to the ancient Egyptians and Persians, who had also the custom of coloring and eating eggs during their spring festival.

Like the Easter egg, the Easter hare came to Christianity from antiquity. The hare is associated with the moon in the legends of ancient Egypt and other peoples....Through the fact that the Egyptian word for hare, UM, means also "open" and "period," that hare came to be associated with the idea of periodicity, both lunar and human, and with the beginning of new life in both the young man and young woman, and so a symbol of fertility and of the renewal of life. As such, the hare became linked with Easter...eggs.

Christian tradition states that when Mary Magdalene visited Emperor Tiberias (14 - 37 CE), she gave him a red egg as a symbol of the Resurrection -- a symbol of new life. Some believe that the Christian tradition of giving eggs to each other at Easter time came from this event.

Easter Lilies: The so-called 'Easter lily' has long been revered by pagans of various lands as a holy symbol associated with the reproductive organs. It was considered a phallic symbol!

Easter Sunrise Service: This custom can be traced back to the ancient Pagan custom of welcoming the sun God at the vernal equinox - when daytime is about to exceed the length of the nighttime. It was a time to celebrate the return of life and reproduction to animal and plant life as well.

Easter Candles: These are sometimes lit in churches on the eve of Easter Sunday. Some commentators believe that these can be directly linked to the Pagan customs of lighting bonfires at this time of year to welcome the rebirth/resurrection of the sun God.

THE CENTRAL IDEA

There were many mythological figures (Hercules, Osiris, Bacchus, Mithra, Hermes, Prometheus, Perseus and Horus) who share a number of factors. All were believed to have:

been male.
lived in pre-Christian times.
had a god for a father.
human virgin for a mother.
had their birth announced by a heavenly display.
had their birth announced by celestial music.
been born about DEC-25.
had an attempt on their life by a tyrant while they were still an infant
met with a violent death.
rose again from the dead.

Almost all were believed to have:

been visited by "wise men" during infancy.
fasted for 40 days as an adult.

As Christianity was spreading and attracting new followers, the easiest way to get people to convert was to show them how much Christianity had in common with their previously held beliefs. People don't like letting go of traditions. "You have a god who was killed and resurrected? Hey, us too! You have big feasts at the Spring Equinox and Winter Solstice? So do we!"

Happy Easter.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Good Friday


Today is Good Friday and the beginning of the Easter weekend. This is an appropriate time to remind people of the True Meaning of this sacred Christian holiday.

Good Friday is the day that Jesus was crucified. It's called "Good" Friday because He died for our sins and opened the way to eternal salvation for all of us. Well, all of us except the Jews, Muslims, Hindu's, Buddhists, Wiccans, Zoroastrians, Communists, Democrats, Activist Judges Who Legislate From The Bench, Queers, Evil-Doers and Baby-Killin' Abortionists. But everybody else is good to go.

Although, if I were the one being crucified (like these ignorant fucks), I would be thinking it was a pretty fucking shitty Friday, no matter who my dad was. Especially if my dad wasn't lifting a finger to help me out. I mean, I can understand not getting up at 3 in the morning to come bail me out of jail or something, but fuck! C'mon! I'm hanging on a fucking cross here! We're talking big ass rusty nails and blood!



Plus, I got some hairy prick poking me with a spear and shit. Yeah, big tough guy down there! Stabbing a guy whose nailed to a cross! Big pussy!

But, I guess it would be hard to keep a Holy Holiday tradition alive for 2000 years if it was called Pretty Fucking Shitty Friday. Nobody's going to let their employees off work for THAT!

So anyway, Jesus "dies" (wink, wink) and they put him in a cave with this big, round, rolling, stone door. Seems to me like a pretty wasteful and inefficient way to bury someone, but whatever.

He lays in there for 3 days.

And then, miraculously, He Arises.

The stone door is rolled away, and Jesus emerges from the cave.



And if he see's his shadow, he goes back inside and we have 6 more weeks of winter.

I'm like, 99% sure that's what the Bible says. You can look it up. Should be somewhere close to the beginning of the New Testament I think.

There is also something in there about PMS too.

I remember reading that Mary rode Joseph's ass all the way to Bethlehem.

Man! I remember vacations like that! Jeez! Oops!!

Your 15 Minutes Are Up...Now Go Away

I'm talking about Clay Chastain.

Good God. He doesn't even live here anymore. We drove him out of town in shame and disgrace years ago. Why does he care whether we have light rail? Why do we need a train that runs from the airport to the fucking ZOO?

Airport to the Plaza? Maybe. Airport to downtown? That might make sense. But the fucking zoo?? Are you kidding?

I got news for you Clay, the voter's didn't approve "light rail". They thought they were voting for "light beer".

Go away. Shut up. Stop embarassing yourself.

Kansas City doesn't like you, want you, or need you. Go back to Virginia and shove light rail down THEIR throats.

Leave us the fuck alone!!! Please. For the love of God. Just stop.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

XO - The Formative Years - Part 1


Let's see. I've already told you about my first real job as an usher at a movie theatre and my work as a Hollywood Extra.

This picture is from an entirely different job as an Ice Cream Truck Driver.

More on that later.

But my real start in show bidnis came much earlier.

I mentioned in a previous post that my 8th grade English teacher was Holmes Osborne.

As a pretentious, proto-goth, know-it-all, 8th grader, I had attended some H.S. plays and found them to be pretty lame.

I took notes. Not just to record my thoughts, but because I thought it made me look intelligent and intimidating. I doubt that anyone noticed.

At some point, I approached Mr. Osborne and told him how much the H.S. drama productions sucked ass. He suggested that I take the subject up with the new H.S. Drama teacher, Mr. Campbell.

So I did.

The very first thing that Mr. Campbell did when I introduced myself to him was to bum a cigarette from me. I knew at that point that this would be a productive relationship.

I presented my suggestions for improving the quality of the high school theatrical productions to Mr. Campbell as we shared my smokes and he listened attentively. My criticism ranged from make-up, to sets, to costumes, to lighting...there wasn't ANYTHING that I didn't know EVERYTHING about. After all, I was in EIGHTH FUCKING GRADE!!!

He was very respectful and generous. This was, after all, his very first teaching gig after getting his degree. Maybe this pudgy, arrogant, long-haired, hippy-wannabe-fuck dressed in black with a full pack of Camel straights actually had a valid point buried DEEP in the midst of the bullshit he was spewing.

It could happen. It was possible.

When I was finished, he said "So, you really think that you could improve all those things?" Absolutely!, I said. "Okay. Well we are putting on a play this fall called "The Night Of January 16th" and you are now in charge of all of that shit. Give me another cigarette. You got a light?"

I learned the art of delegation at a very young age.

But I still found myself going to the Police Department and the local courthouse to beg for Police uniforms and Judge's robes (the play was a courtroom drama).

I was the make-up artist for the production, making 9th graders look like mature adults. I painted sets. I gathered props. I wasn't cast in a role so I was free to work the lights. I picked up Purchase Orders from the principal's office, got a friend with a driver's license excused from class so they could drive me over to Associated Theatrical Contractors at 87th & Wornall (no longer around) so I could buy make-up, rent costumes, etc.

That first play was pretty cool. We picked a 12 person jury from the audience each night. The play had two different endings depending on what the jury decided.

I went on to play social worker Albert Amundsen (the William Daniels role) in Herb Gardner's "A Thousand Clowns". That was my first on stage experience.

Followed by "TOM JONES", by Henry Fielding in which I played Squire Western, father of Sophia.

"A sweet girl, I wouldn't trade her for the best pack of hounds in England!"


We also did a production of "I Never Saw Another Butterfly". This was a play about Jewish children sent to the Terezin death camp by the Nazis during WWII, punctuated by projected slides of the site taken by Mr. Campbell while he was stationed in Germany during his tour in the Army. I was The Voice on the loudspeaker announcing the names of the children executed and I also played the rabbi who performed the marriage for two of the teenagers who were about to die. Very fucking edgy for a high school drama production in 1972. Not a dry eye in the place.

But my favorite play was Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians" (a.k.a And Then There Were None) in which I played Justice Lawrence Wargrave. Absolutely my favorite roll.

But all of this high school theatrical work bled over into my job as an usher and projectionist at the movie theatre.

How, you ask? (glad I still have your attention).

On Halloween, Friday the 13th or other such morbid occasions, the movie theatres I worked at would have marathon monster movies! "I Was a Teenage Werewolf", "I Was a Teenage Frankenstein", Gorgo". The movie owner would hire me to dress up as the Wolfman, Dracula, or Frankenstein, and jump out and scare the customers.

My specialty was the Wolfman. It took about 4 and a half hours to apply the layers of liquid latex, yak's hair, nose putty and pan cake to get to this:



I was dressed as Dracula and laid out in the lobby in a casket borrowed from local funeral parlor from which I would arise and grab movie goers as they entered the theatre.

I would prowl the aisles as Frankenstein's monster during the scariest parts of the movie. Sometimes I would surreptitiously seat myself next to patrons during calm, dark parts of the movie only to turn, growl and grab them during the scary parts.

God, that was fun!

I did some zombie stuff too.



It was a blast.



Halloween became my favorite holiday.



There's no business like show business!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I'm Scared

I apologize. I don't have time to put as much effort into this post as it deserves.

But as things look now, the two best, well funded, most popular Democratic candidates for president are a "black", but not-African-American, mostly unknown candidate whose middle name is "Hussein"; and the female and almost more villified half of the Clinton White House.

America has never elected an African-American as president.

America has never elected a ""black" non-African-America as president.

America has never elected a woman as president.

America has never elected a president whose middle name is HUSSEIN, after just badly hanging a foreign dictator with the same name.

America has never elected a Senator representing New York, who is really from Arkansas, whose husband was a two-term president, who got a blow job from an intern in the Oval Office, who was impeached, who would, if his wife was elected. be the First what? First Husband? First Guy? First Dude? First Former President Now First Mister Man?

I'm voting for Obama. I think. So far. Based on what I know now. I don't have any problem with President Barak Hussein Obama.

But I'm afraid that old fashioned, democratic Americans, faced with a choice between a white woman or a black man, might panic and vote Republican and feel really REALLY guilty about it later.

In other words, I'm afraid that my fellow Democrats don't have the balls to do what needs to be done to repair the damage that has been done over the last six years.

I hope I'm wrong.