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Daily Archives: February 20, 2007
Beware blue-eyed soul
According to today’s AJC, Alan Thicke’s son is “the hottest R&B act of the moment,” which means absolutely nothing to me. Not sure if he writes his own songs, but I can’t imagine anyone wanting to take credit for the following line: “Ooh, lookin’ at you I got energy up in my pants,” from the song “She’s Gangsta.”
Might he be referring to Joanna Kerns?
The Ed Wood of bloggers
What’s the worst blog on the Web? Already there’s plenty of competition (HINT: "Hey, hey, hey!"), but I could use your help separating the terrible from the godawful. Send nominees to me, at cboone70@comcast.net, or just leave them within your comments. Anonymity is guaranteed — at least for the nominators.
Then and now
Beyond the calls for reform and his irascible personality, the speech below is a big reason why I supported John McCain in 2000:
Neither party should be defined by pandering to the outer reaches of American politics and the agents of intolerance, whether they be Louis Farrakhan or Al Sharpton on the left, or Pat Robertson or Jerry Falwell on the right.
Many years ago, a scared American prisoner of war in Vietnam was tied in torture robes by his tormenters and left alone in an empty room to suffer through the night. Later in the evening, a guard he had never spoken to entered the room and silently loosened the ropes to relieve his suffering. Just before morning, that same guard came back and re-tightened the ropes before his less humanitarian comrades returned.
He never said a word to the grateful prisoner, but some months later on a Christmas morning as the prisoner stood alone in the prison courtyard, the same Good Samaritan walked up to him and stood next to him for a few moments. Then with his sandal, the guard drew a cross in the dirt. Both prisoner and guard stood wordlessly there for a minute or two venerating the cross until the guard rubbed it out and walked away.
This is my faith, the faith that unites and never divides, the faith that bridges unbridgeable gaps in humanity. That is my religious faith and it is the faith I want my party to serve, and the faith I hold in my country. It is the faith that we are all equal and endowed by our creator with unalienable rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is the faith I would die to defend.
Now, as I watch him pander to Falwell (McCain will be the blowhard reverend’s guest at this weekend’s annual conference of the National Religious Broadcasters), I’m disillusioned. I still believe there’s greatness in the man, but I’m saddened to see him pretend to be something he’s not just to get the GOP nomination. It’s desperate, and it’s beneath him, as Tod Purdum observed in a recent Vanity Fair profile of the Arizona senator:
But these days, McCain often seems to think and behave like the central character of a more contemporary political novel, Joe Klein’s Primary Colors, in which Governor Jack Stanton, Klein’s talented but flawed Clinton-esque hero, begs an aide disillusioned by his compromises to stick with him. “You don’t think Abraham Lincoln was a whore before he was a president?,” Stanton asks. “He had to tell his little stories and smile his shit-eating, backcountry grin. He did it all just so he’d get the opportunity, one day, to stand in front of the nation and appeal to ‘the better angels of our nature.’ That’s when the bullshit stops. And that’s what this is all about.”
Jimmy Carter signs on as Edwards adviser
The aggressively photogenic John Edwards was cruising along, detailing his litany of liberal causes last week until, during question time, he invoked the “I” word — Israel. Perhaps the greatest short-term threat to world peace, Edwards remarked, was the possibility that Israel would bomb Iran’s nuclear facilities. As a chill descended on the gathering, the Edwards event was brought to a polite close.
More so than Iran having nuclear facilities? Someone might want to remind Edwards that Hollywood has plenty of heavyweight Jews who have this thing for Israel. Someone else might want to remind John Boy that terrorists — not democracies — are the biggest threat to peace.
Smellin’ of Troy
Beware blue-eyed soul
According to today’s AJC, Alan Thicke’s son is “the hottest R&B act of the moment,” which means absolutely nothing to me. Not sure if he writes his own songs, but I can’t imagine anyone wanting to take credit for the following line: “Ooh, lookin’ at you I got energy up in my pants,” from the song “She’s Gangsta.”
Might he be referring to Joanna Kerns?
Then and now
Beyond the calls for reform and his irascible personality, the speech below is a big reason why I supported John McCain in 2000:
Neither party should be defined by pandering to the outer reaches of American politics and the agents of intolerance, whether they be Louis Farrakhan or Al Sharpton on the left, or Pat Robertson or Jerry Falwell on the right.
Many years ago, a scared American prisoner of war in Vietnam was tied in torture robes by his tormenters and left alone in an empty room to suffer through the night. Later in the evening, a guard he had never spoken to entered the room and silently loosened the ropes to relieve his suffering. Just before morning, that same guard came back and re-tightened the ropes before his less humanitarian comrades returned.
He never said a word to the grateful prisoner, but some months later on a Christmas morning as the prisoner stood alone in the prison courtyard, the same Good Samaritan walked up to him and stood next to him for a few moments. Then with his sandal, the guard drew a cross in the dirt. Both prisoner and guard stood wordlessly there for a minute or two venerating the cross until the guard rubbed it out and walked away.
This is my faith, the faith that unites and never divides, the faith that bridges unbridgeable gaps in humanity. That is my religious faith and it is the faith I want my party to serve, and the faith I hold in my country. It is the faith that we are all equal and endowed by our creator with unalienable rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is the faith I would die to defend.
Now, as I watch him pander to Falwell (McCain will be the blowhard reverend’s guest at this weekend’s annual conference of the National Religious Broadcasters), I’m disillusioned. I still believe there’s greatness in the man, but I’m saddened to see him pretend to be something he’s not just to get the GOP nomination. It’s desperate, and it’s beneath him, as Tod Purdum observed in a recent Vanity Fair profile of the Arizona senator:
But these days, McCain often seems to think and behave like the central character of a more contemporary political novel, Joe Klein’s Primary Colors, in which Governor Jack Stanton, Klein’s talented but flawed Clinton-esque hero, begs an aide disillusioned by his compromises to stick with him. “You don’t think Abraham Lincoln was a whore before he was a president?,” Stanton asks. “He had to tell his little stories and smile his shit-eating, backcountry grin. He did it all just so he’d get the opportunity, one day, to stand in front of the nation and appeal to ‘the better angels of our nature.’ That’s when the bullshit stops. And that’s what this is all about.”
I’ll go bald for you
More from Britney Spears fans, quite a frightening collective:
Britney,
If there were some way that I could see to you today, and speak to you, this is what I would say:
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the hurtful words that people can say. I’m sorry for the way the media twists your every move. I’m sorry for the cameras. I’m sorry for the evil lurking reporters. I’m sorry for the watched private moments. I’m sorry that you can’t step into the sun without someone watching you. I’m sorry for the dangers your babies face everyday. I’m sorry for the flimsy fans who leave you at your darkest hour. I’m sorry for the person that would sweep your hair from the floor and make money with it on the internet. I’m sorry you cant go barefoot without being laughed at. I’m sorry that you can’t have a private relationship. I’m sorry that you can’t cry. I’m sorry that you can’t do what you love and be happy about it. I’m sorry that you can’t make a mistake on choosing friends. I’m sorry that noone knows the real Britney.
But Britney, I tell you this…I have believed in you for the last eight years, but I’ve never believed in you more than I believe in you now. In your darkest hour, I stand by you and give you more admiration and respect than I ever have.
After watching the video of what happened to you this weekend, I reached out the only way I knew how…I shaved my head for you. This is my way of saying that I, and the rest of us who hold you so highly, will be behind you NO MATTER WHAT.
My best wishes are with you…you will get through this.
Your friend,
Jeremy
Britney,
I made an appointment today. As of Thursday, I will be bald. I’m serious. I have known for a long time that my damaged hair needed to have a ‘rebirth’ so to speak, but I did not have the courage to fix it. I had been told by a stylist that the only way to get my natural, unfried hair back was to shear it all off. It is what people who have dredlocks do once they are done with the look. The only next step is to shave it all off.
You are not the only female star to have the courage to shave it off, and I think people forget that. Erykah Badu, Sinead O’Connor, India Irie, and Demi Moore, just to name a few females in the spotlight who have gone bald. However, it was you that inspired me. …
I am not sure why you did it, but you have no idea how many young women you have saved. Whatever your reason, by shaving it all off, you showed us all that it’s okay. You did what you had to do, and inspired others to do the same. I am one of them. I have always been a huge fan of yours. Now, I am quite possibly your biggest fan, because you helped me ’start over’. You helped me believe in me.
I love you, Britney Spears. Whatever you decide to do, you are always in my prayers, and I support you. I hope to meet you one day, in whatever path of life you may choose.
Cassey from Connecticut
Okay, no more making fun of the mentally challenged.
