This should be happening to Seals and Croft, or Kenny Loggins. Not a genius like Sly Stone, who’s living on the streets of L.A. after squandering his fortune.
“I like my small camper,” Stone told the New York Post in an article co-written by William Alkema, director of a documentary about the band. “I just do not want to return to a fixed home. I cannot stand being in one place. I must keep moving.”
Stone once lived in a Beverly Hills mansion and a Napa Valley compound. But the Post reported that his fortune was stolen “by a lethal combination of excess, substance abuse and financial mismanagement.”
He lives now in a white camper that he parks in Crenshaw. A retired couple feeds him daily and allows him to shower in their home, the paper reported.
Sly’s given me a lot of happiness over the years, and I wish I could repay him.
Conservatives have long pointed to President Obama’s contention there are 57 states as proof he’s every bit as gaffe-prone as his predecessor. Perhaps, but does anyone believe that was anything but a misstatement?
Problem is, he’s been misspeaking a lot of late. L.A. Times columnist Andrew Malcom is keeping count.
“We’re the country that built the Intercontinental Railroad,” Barack Obama.
That’s what the president of the United States flat-out said Thursday during what was supposed to be a photo op to sell his jobs plan next to an allegedly deteriorating highway bridge.
A railroad between continents? A railroad from, say, New York City all the way across the Atlantic to France? Now, THAT would be a bridge!
It’s yet another humorous gaffe by the Harvard graduate, overlooked by most media for whatever reason. Like Obama saying Abraham-Come-Lately Lincoln was the founder of the Republican Party. Or Navy corpseman. Or the Austrian language. Fifty-seven states. The president of Canada. Etc.
Over the weekend Obama confused Jews and janitors in a speech to the Congressional Black Caucus.
“If asking a billionaire to pay the same tax rate as a Jew, uh, as a janitor makes me a warrior for the working class, I wear that with a badge of honor. I have no problem with that.”
(credit to Bill Maher for the headline)
Alaska Republican Sarah Palin is “on the verge of making her decision of whether or not to run for office” – and her backers should write a check right away, a letter from her political action committee says.
The Sept. 20 letter from SarahPAC treasurer Tim Crawford says: “It’s one of the most difficult and important decisions of her life. And I want her to know that she has our support.”
It continues — the latest.
The scores of promos for “Whitney” during last Sunday night’s Falcons game promised something awful. It delivered.
Our heroine is rather less randy, and the central scene of the Whitney pilot concerns her effort to reheat a sex life that has reached a cryogenic temperature. To spice things up, Whitney gets herself a naughty nurse outfit, with the little white cap and frilly red knickers, and she surprises Alex with a frisky show of medical-care coquetry, pouting that he needs to check in for an appointment. Committing to the role-playing, she establishes that preliminaries will involve his filling out a lot of paperwork, and you steel yourself to witness a hardcore S&M scene involving health-insurance bureaucracy. But, no, Alex, racing to the boudoir with his trousers at his knees, slips and falls and sustains a concussion, and the sassy black nurse at the hospital denies Whitney’s attempts to follow her beau into the ER: “You either married or you not.” The studio audience receives a little lesson, if that’s what it is, about commitment. There is a peculiar flavor to this cheese. If you caught a snippet of Whitney unawares, you would be forgiven for assuming that it’s one of those shows-within-a-show that exists to caricature bad television.