Odds are you’ve never seen *”A Shock to the System,” which features one of Michael Caine’s best performances — dark, uncompromising and hilarious. Caine’s reaction when informed of his wife’s death is sublime, as is the scene where he attempts to scatter her ashes.
Great support all around, particularly from Swoosie Kurtz as Caine’s doomed spouse. Classic line: “Graham, I forgive you for failing.” Classic exchange: “He was your superior, wasn’t he?” “No, he was my boss.”
*Follow the link to view trailer
Despite voting for a one-year moratorium on earmarks, Hillborg has requested a staggering $2.3 billion in pork projects for 2009. That’s three times the amount any senator received in ’08.
According to her spokesman, “the funds requested are for critical needs for New York and America, and are appropriate and necessary.”
Finally, upstate New York will get the Woodstock museum it so critically needs.
“I am outraged by the comments that were made and saddened by the spectacle that we saw yesterday.”
Obama breaks up with Jeremiah Wright; more later.
Two gay men are spotted kissing on a park bench, woman freaks out, calls 911. Only in Alabama — and several other places, unfortunately, though as the report continues such attitudes are in the minority — even in Birmingham. Good to hear.
(To be fair, I’m no fan of PDA’s, gay or straight.)
The more I think about the Jeremiah Wright carnival, the angrier I get. I suspect — and hope — Barack Obama is much, much angrier. He shouldn’t hesitate to show that righteous indignation, as recent political history suggests.
With his uniformly flaccid response to the Swift Boat attacks, John Kerry confirmed suspicions that he lacked passion. Voters were likewise indifferent about his candidacy.
Maybe his reserve proved him better than us (a conclusion reached by many voters about Kerry, not to his advantage), but I would’ve been mighty pissed if my draft-massaging opponent tried to score points questioning my patriotism.
And I’d be embracing my inner McCain if the man I publicy defended — at great political risk — inferred that I agreed with his divisive, conspiratorial rhetoric, knowingly jeopardizing my bid for the Democratic nomination. To be the first black man on a presidential ticket.
Obama said Wright is like an uncle to him, a comment he’s bound to regret. Considering that characterization, I thought of myself, 20, 30 years down the road, showing up drunk at the hospital where my nephew was primed to become chief oncologist, a cigarette in one hand, cheap sun reflector in the other, alternately coughing and wheezing, pausing just long enough to demand “Dr. Feelgood” fork over more under-the-counter meds.
It would be like that, but nowhere near as damaging as Wright’s narcissistic meltdown.