AT LAST, A LIFELONG DREAM COMES TRUE

MY NAME ON A MARQUEE

 

 

UPDATE ON MASCULINITY

A current story making the TV rounds is the upcoming premiere of “Friday Night Tykes,” a reality show that’s basically a boot camp for young Texas wannabe football players. The kids are as young as five or six and they’re put through grueling exercises that seem beyond their capabilities. Some cry, some crawl to the goal of a particular exercise under the urgency of a coach (think Marine drill sergeant) screaming at him.

TV pundits and talk shows are up in arms about the show. Many excoriate the show and the coaches for child abuse. (Incidentally, parents there are all for it.) Others say that the regimen instills in the kids a needed sense of accomplishment through ordeal, a growth in their journey to manhood.

In relation to this, I offer a piece about “masculinity” I wrote on this blogue back in 2009. It takes no sides, but it offers an understanding from my POV of how gender differences have been morphing over the past five or ten years.  I think  the morphing has reached a new level.

The Pettiness Of Democrats

It’s being reported that Senate Democrats will block a resolution to honor Margaret Thatcher.

If so, I’m asking whether there is a limit to their pettiness.  What a churlish, smug, unfeeling bunch they are.  They are so bewitched by their cultish agenda that they have no room in their shriveled souls for decency.  They have lost whatever capacity they may have had for humanity.

When talking about these hypocritical, soulless, agenda zombies I’m reminded of a young lady I dated when I was a young man living and working in New York.  She lived on the Upper West Side, which is a coven of liberalism.  Her mother went marching for Chavez on a couple of times I visited them.  She was ardent, almost hysterical in her support of Chavez.  She refused to buy grapes … even grape jelly.  What a committed heroine to the cause she was.

And yet, I many times witnessed her treating her Hispanic maid like shit, with no courtesy, kindness or consideration.  She used her authority like a cudgel, insisting she work extra hours when she had a whim to include a never-before-mandated chore, preventing her from going home to prepare a meal for her family.  She humiliated her in in my presence a number of times and then headed out for her cause, her love of Chavez and her hatred for grapes.

This is how I view todays Democrats, or liberals or progressives or whatever they call themselves — anything but Socialists or Marxists.

They are totalitarians, brooking nothing they disapprove of.

As Denis Prager said, ‘The right thinks the left is wrong, very wrong.  The left thinks the right is evil.’

 

 

POPE FRANCIS TO CANONIZE PRESIDENT OBAMA

St. Barack Of Ward 42

In a stunning announcement, Pope Francis has declared that he will make Barack Obama a saint, glorifying this clean, articulate young President as the Church’s two thousandth six hundred and forty-first saint and the only one sanctified while still alive.

His official canonical designation will be St. Barack Of Ward 42. The Vatican’s holy people are consulting with the President’s holy people to determine what he’ll be saint of. Current speculation is that he will be named the Patron Saint of Celebrities.

Pope Francis first learned about Obama’s saintly qualities some years ago when rumors of his miraculous effect on people began to emerge after his trip to Europe.

“These were indeed wondrous stories of transformations,” said Vatican spokesman, Cardinal Annuncio Proclamma. “People in his presence came away in ecstasy, their minds clouded with ardor and blankness.” He added, “few people have the holiness to cloud men’s minds. Only The Shadow did that.”

Others were so frenzied they endlessly repeated the name Obama, often speaking it in tongues — Obama, Ojamba, Jamabun, Mabamba, Balloona, Ombajaba, Pahjamah, Behnihanah, Cinnabonna, Kakadoodie, Bubonah, Kokomomah, Peckinpaba, Cahwahbonga and Jub.  It was wondrous to hear the babble of his followers.

Soon after the initial reports of Obama’s fervent hold on the blank minded, stories of individual miracles began to emerge. Gunnar Schmidt of Munich said that after Obama walked past Schmidt’s Mercedes, the car started getting sixty-three miles to the litre — in city traffic. A woman who requested anonymity claimed that after fifteen years of being unable to bear children, she now likes them a lot.  She plans to open a day care center in her village.

The Papal Investigatory team learned that during Obama’s second campaign, an Iowa resident named Billy Winthrop said that after he shook hands with Obama, he received a medical bill for only fifty dollars for his recent two year treatment and hospitalization for thyroid cancer. “It cost so little because I touched Obama,” said Winthrop. “He almost makes me want to get another serious disease.”

And there were countless reports of automobile tires self-inflating to their proper pressure, even the tires still on the store shelves. Also, several women reported that after gazing upon Obama, their hymens were restored.

Faithful worshipers of soon-to-be Saint Barack are anticipating even more changes in their lives.  They feel that a living saint will  perform more miracles than a dead one.  Many Obama accolytes still believe that their morgtages will be paid and that jobs will multiply like loaves and fishes. Others will continue to be able to buy houses without having  jobs. So has all that and more been written in the prophesies of Psalm Emmanuel.

Obama’s millions of followers have felt the rapture and are yearning for the end times of his presidency, when automobiles shall rise in everyone’s garage, college tuitions will be paid, unions will flourish and food stamps will flood their mailboxes. And so they continue to pray to Obama’s Church of Divine Government.

“This is world class sainthood,” said a Vatican spokesman.  The Pope could not ignore it.

What Do Brian Wilson & Benamino Gigli Have In Common?

Wilson

November 17, 2008

This past weekend, I drove my nineteen year old son, Mario, and his friend, Brian,  from Durham, NC to Glenside, PA. to see Brian Wilson in concert at the Keswick Theater. My son has had a passion for the Beach Boys and Brian Wilson for years, the kind of passion I felt at his age for an opera singer named Mario Del Monaco, after whom my son is named, incidentally.

Wilson’s new album is Lucky Old Sun, and while I didn’t attend the concert, I have heard the album. How could I not? Mario plays it constantly. And in my own geezer fashion, I was drawn to it because Lucky Old Sun was one of my favorite Frankie Laine recordings way back when.

While I don’t have the emotional and musical connections to Wilson and the Beach Boys that my son and other fans have, even I can hear that this album is special, extraordinary – maybe not Smile, but damned good.

Which is what brought me to the minor incident that inspired this little post.

After dropping them off at the theater, I had a brief dinner with a student of mine who happened to live nearby.  I then showed up at the Keswick Theater about a half hour before the concert ended and decided to wait for Mario and his friend at a small micro-brewery pub across the street. As I walked past the theater I heard some very loud guy, age maybe forty-five or fifty, shout to someone, “They’ll do four encores after they finish that piece of s**t new album.”

Well, Lucky Old Sun might not be Smile or Pet Sounds, but a piece of that stuff, it ain’t.

As it turned out, the guy took a seat next to me at the bar. He had walked out after forty minutes of the concert and was now hanging around waiting for his wife, who had decided to stay. He loudly criticized the concert, the album, Wilson, his age, his performance and the songs to everyone within earshot, in particular to the bartender.

The bartender wondered out of curiosity if I also had walked out. I explained to her that I was waiting to pick up my son, adding that we had driven up from North Carolina to see Wilson.

“What a wasted trip,” the guy suddenly said to me. I replied that only my son could decide that for himself, but I doubted that he would be disappointed. The guy continued knocking Wilson and the album and asked “why would anybody want to go that far to see a sixty-five year old guy sing lousy songs with no voice left?”

Being someone who lets no rhetorical question go unanswered, I told the man about Beniamino Gigli, the great lyric tenor who inherited the mantle of the legendary Enrico Caruso at New York’s Metropolitan Opera and in opera houses throughout Europe.

Blessed with a gorgeous lyric tenor, Gigli enchanted millions of people with his supple, beautiful voice. As a young boy in the fifties growing enamoured with opera, I listened to his recordings constantly, wondering what it must have been like to have heard him in person, much in the same way I wondered what it would’ve been like to have seen the likes of Babe Ruth or Rogers Hornsby or Jim Thorpe.

Gigli

Then, in 1955, Gigli arrived in Philadelphia on his farewell concert tour. I went to it, along with, it seemed, every Italian in Philly. We listened, we applauded, we cheered. Many wept. I couldn’t take my eyes off this sixty-seven year old man offering for the last time what remained of his gift, which was a vocal shadow of its former greatness.

But … it was still Beniamino Gigli. In person! It was Ruth, Gehrig, Grange, Dempsey, all those greats we read about but never saw. And here we were, in the presence of one of them, in the presence of a legend. We were listening to a man who walked the stage with the greatest singers of his or any time. And that was enough.

I told the man that my son was also in the presence of a legend, someone whose tortured genius produced some of the greatest popular music ever heard and that no matter how tarnished Wilson’s voice may or may be that night on the Keswick stage, it was still … Brian Wilson. And for my son, I believed that would be enough.

After the concert, Mario told me it was more than enough. Way more. He saw the legend and the legend delivered.

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The above piece was written in November, 2008.  Last night, January 2, 2013, we had a viewing for my beloved son, Mario, who was killed in an auto accident.   His friend, Brian, came to pay his respects.  We found the ticket stub from that concert in Mario’s wallet and my son-in-law, John, tucked it in Mario’s jacket pocket.  May it always be with him.

The Soldier

Came across this.  Appropriate for Veterans Day.

 

It is the Soldier, not the minister, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

 

HATE, HATE, HATE. Oh, and did I mention “Hate?”

Liberals, or progressives, or whatever they’re calling themselves these days,  like to think of themselves as caring, well intentioned people who are champions of  the middle class and poor.  Structurally, liberalism is supposed to be tolerant and understanding and certainly  not destructive.  That’s what the right does, right?  People on the right are the ones who do the really hateful things.

The left has a long and hallowed history of despicable behavior.  As a lifelong Democratic liberal, I protested against the war.   I wrote some satirical anti-Vietnam pieces when I was a contributing editor at National Lampoon.   And I was shocked when I saw so-called liberals mock, criticize and even spit on returning military personnel.   These were not isolated incidents.  It happened across the country as rabid anti-war liberals took out their legitimate frustrations on the poor guys WHO WERE DRAFTED and thrown into the swamp of the Vietnam War.

And now we have a later version of liberal behavior from the philosophy of tolerance and understanding.

Google “Defacing Romney signs” and see what comes up.

Yep!   Romney signs stolen, smeared with dogshit, and replaced.   Other signs peed upon.  A brick through a GOP storefront headquarters.  Much of it in Virginia, some stories about it in toney Malibu.  Not once, twice, but many times.  The perpetrators are even bragging on Twitter about doing it.  I’ve seen it here in Chapel Hill, an enclave of well-to-do liberals who’ve been Kool Aided all their lives to these causes.  I’ve seen it when I dated a lady who lived on New York’s upper West Side whose mother marched for Cesar Chavez and his grapes but treated her Spanish maid like shit.

To be fair, except for the Malibu defacement, many of the entries are reports of the same incident in Virginia.  I get that.  But what does it say about the left that they would even think of doing this.  What hole did they crawl out of?

Now, will we read pieces in HuffPo — the liberal ventriloquist — about this?  Will the media do their usual saturation run on these events?  Will liberal mouthpieces make self-righteous, tsk-tsking, sad-faced stories about these terrible, terrible events?   Will they tweet in anger that their own kind is participating in such disgraceful behavior?

What you WILL see are leftist responses like, “what about the time when (some negative right wing moment…. ”  or “nobody got upset when … (another negative right wing moment.)”

It will be rare to see a Progressive just have the moral courage to own the defacement, and move on.

Oh, you might hear, “I don’t approve of that …. but it’s nothing like (another negative right wing moment.)”  The same floating crap game morality we saw from feminists when Bill Clinton used his power to bed women and ruin Monica Lewinsky’s life.  (She helped, of course.)  One feminist even said that she’d give Bill a BJ for all he’s done for women.

Ah, moral relativism … You’ve gotta love it.  It gives you so many options.

But let’s keep reading HuffPo, just in case a genuine moral rebuke shows up.  You’d see it all over the networks if some lunatic right winger did it to a sacred Obama/Biden sign or billboard.

Just sayin’.

 

TAX THE RICH? HELL, NO! LET’S CONFISCATE ALL THEIR MONEY INSTEAD

Joe Biden, the man we’re burdened with as vice president just admitted that he and Obama plan to tax the rich for one trillion dollars.  We’ve heard their litany for years now.

  • Tax the rich
  • The rich should pay their fair share
  • If the rich paid their fair share we could lower our debt
  • If the rich paid their fair share, we could reduce the deficit

As far as we know, Obama’s budget is projected to be three point eight trillion, a budget the entire Congress rejected, including all Democrats.    And let’s remember, that Obama had the house and senate for two years and did nothing.  No budget was ever presented or passed.

So much for taking care of business.  Oops!  Just slipped our minds.  This little truth is like that item you stick in a drawer for safe keeping and forget it’s there.   But that’s another story of administration incompetence.

So, let’s start solving our debt and deficit by taxing that disgustingly rich 1% to pay their fair share, — whatever that is. But why stop at one percent? Let’s take the top eleven percent. And let’s not tax them. Let’s CONFISCATE their income for a year and give it to the government. According to Obama, that would make a big difference.

A chart  made by Emmanuel Saez of Berkeley was published some months ago in the NY Times.  It shows where the hated 1% fit in the hierarchy of income as of 2008. I’m going beyond the 1$, let’s take the top 5%.  Full disclosure, it was taken from 2008 figures.  I suspect we’re not that far off and, in fact, given the lousy economy the figures might be even lower.  Nevertheless:
  • The first column below indicates the number of families in that row.
  • The second column indicates their starting income. Of course, many have incomes above that starting figure.
  • The third column indicates the the percentage of US income that row of families represents.
  • The fourth column represents the average income of each of the families in that row.
  • The fifth column represents the number of families in that row multiplied by their average income. Let the confiscation begin.

[wpcol_1fifth id=”” class=”” style=””]Number of families

14,000
135,000

[/wpcol_1fifth] [wpcol_1fifth id=”” class=”” style=””] Starting family income

$11,000,000
$  2,000.000

[/wpcol_1fifth] [wpcol_1fifth id=”” class=”” style=””]Percentage of US Income

5%
6%

[/wpcol_1fifth] [wpcol_1fifth id=”” class=”” style=””]Average family income

$21,000.000
$  4,000.000

[/wpcol_1fifth] [wpcol_1fifth_end id=”” class=”” style=””]#Families x avg. income

294,000,000,000
540,000,000,000

[/wpcol_1fifth_end]

That adds up to eight hundred and thirty four billion.   From the top eleven percent of earners.   That’s more than those lousy, oligarcical  one percenters.

Taking ALL the income from that eleven percent of rich, greedy, spoiled wealthy families represents a helluva fair share, wouldn’t you say?  It’s the patriotic thing to do, says Joey Biden.

Let’s subtract all that confiscated money from the as-yet-unpassed Obama budget of three hundred and eighty trillion, and we get a budget of …..eight trillion.

What?  What?  Eight Trillion!!!!!  That much?  But … but … I thought taxing the rich would solve our problems.  Here, we’ve taken ALL their money for an entire year and we still have a budget of three trillion.

What in the Sam Hill?????

Those are the numbers.  Anybody want to think about what would happen to the economy with all that money squeezed out of it?  Not being spent or used except by the government?

  • First, that greedy, oppressive 11% will have to figure out how to pay their bills for the year — food, mortgage, kids, medical, gas .. you get the idea.
  • Then they’d have to figure out how they’ll pay their employees. They might have to fire their chauffeurs, yacht staff, servants, etc.
  • Those rich bastards with small businesses who’re in the lowest income range will have to figure out whether they can stay open. And if they can, by how much should they reduce their work force?
  • And then we’d have to estimate how much unemployment benefits, food stamps, health care, etc., of fired and/or laid off workers will  the government … uh, I mean, cost US, the taxpayer.

You’ll say, John, that’s just stupid. No one is talking about confiscating everyone’s income for a year.  Right?  (Who knows, though! France has just imposed a 75% tax on the income of the wealthy.  Do we really know how much Obama plans to tax anybody? )

Yet if we DON’T take all that money, we can’t pay down the debt. We’re between a rock and a hard place here.

We create revenue by growing the economic pie, not by re-allocating revenues from the pie we already have.  Obama’s policies do not promote growth. The tax code does not promote growth. Over regulation does not promote growth. So the pie stays the same size while our debt increases.

And that’s not even talking about the need to fix the entitlements. Social Security and Medicare will be broke in fifteen years if we don’t promote growth and create more taxpayers.

If taking the all the income from the wealthiest eleven percent doesn’t even approach a trillion, what the eff is he talking about?

Next, he’ll be coming after you.

Thank you for listening.

NO OBAMA LOGO ON OUR FLAG!

The PEOPLE are the flag. Not one man. Especially not that man.

THIS IS THE FLAG TO SALUTE

Four Years Of Disaster

 The Washington Post, that zealously conservative newspaper, 🙂 took stock of the economic morass the country is in.
We can argue and discuss all we want about Romney’s dog, his taxes, who made the call to kill Bin Laden, Joe Soptic and Joe Biden, Todd Aiken and all of the other trivial BS that has nothing to do with the state of our economy.
Here are some stats from The Washington Post
  1. Median household income fell 4.8%, to $50,964 from June 2009 to June 2012.
  2. Incomes have dropped more since the start of the recovery than they did during the recession itself. (Recession was from December 2007 to June 2009.)
  3. Median income is 7.2% below the December 2007 level. (8.1% below the January 2002 level.)
  4. Households headed by blacks saw their median income drop by 11.1% over the last 3 years.
  5. Households headed by Hispanics saw their median income drop by 4.1% over the last 3 years.
  6. Households led by the self-employed saw their median income drop 9.4% over the past 3 years.
  7. Median net worth of families “plunged” by 39% in 3 years, from $126,400 in 2007 to $77,300 in 2010.
  8. Unemployment was at 8.3% in July, marking 42 straight months of unemployment over 8%.
  9. 5.2 million people, or about 40% of the unemployed – had been out of work for more than six months.
  10. 8.2 million were working part-time because they could not find full-time employment.
So, the Democrats and Obama can point the finger all they want at Bush and Congress,  ONE man is supposed to be a leader and he’s not sitting in the White House.

If you’re happy with the past four years, by all means, vote for Obama and give us more of the same.  Ideology aside, this is the bottom line.  Look in your pockets and bank accounts, look at the price of gas, look at the rising supermarket prices and the smaller boxes of contents, look at the discouragement and despair of citizens who don’t see it getting better.

Then think about your children and grandchildren trying to better themselves in an economy that takes more of their money to pay for a debt they didn’t incur, a debt that keeps growing and growing and growing, with no end in sight.

Look at the mess in the black communities in urban areas across the country.  Higher unemployment, lower education, more crime, fewer fathers, more single mothers, more drugs,  more families broken up or abandoned.   Obama has done nothing for them and they know it.   Yet, they will vote for him anyway.   The guy is the O.J. Simpson of politics.

Except O.J. didn’t fumble.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS DOCUMENT?

Please Take Me Home

 

Went missing January 6, 2008

 

Eighteen by twenty four inches, beige with black impressions.   Probably armed, but not violent. 

 

Last seen in White House January 5, 2008 by George W. Bush.

 

Last person in its possession calls himself Barack H. Obama,  a Progressivist who considers the document an inconvenient obstacle to his goal of transforming the country to Socialism.



The document is being daily abused by its abductors.  Calls for media coverage and investigation have fallen on deaf ears.

 

If not found on November 6, it will be dead in four years.

 

If you know the whereabouts of this document, please contact Romney Headquarters.

 

They’ll know how to get it back.

 

The Official Diaper Of the Obama Administration

Hide the Stink

Valerie Jarrett, the Obama Administration’s Dick Cheney³ , has told Obama operatives that  PANDERS is the official diaper of the Obama administration and urges all Democrats and Progressives to use them at will.  They can be dispensed at town hall meetings, mall openings, meet-and-greets and, of course, on the campaign trail, where Obama B.S. has become too great for shovel ready disposal.

Obama PANDERS will also come in two boxes:  Red and Blue.   The Blue box will target the blue states to keep them in the Obama B.S. corral, while the heavy duty Red box will be used in Red states. These will be very powerful Panders, although they haven’t yet been tested on voters who are actually paying attention to the country’s troubles.

PANDERS will come in separate pander poop absorbencies for gays, women, Hispanics, African Americans,  students, the disabled, unions, the unemployed (except for white men), native Americans, Asians, environmentalists, the jobless, underwater home owners and, of course, the largest constituency of all —  morons.

Smell the Win
Win the Smell

Pander poop absorbency levels are determined by complex algorhythms utilizing vectors of each groups’ susceptibility quotient, I.Q, previous pander impact, cynicism velocipede and a very secret ingredient provided by Al Gore, who invented algorhythms, along with the Internet and Man Made Global Warming.

Low poop absorbency PANDERS are expected to be used for those who still intend to vote for Obama despite impending economic Armageddon, high rates of unemployment, foreclosures, bankruptcies and sixteen trillion in debt, will get the light B.S. absorbency PANDER because little pandering needs to be done to win their votes.  They’re Pandered up.   A similar  B.S. absorbency PANDER will be used in the African American community for similar reasons.  They have already absorbed the Obama.

Nevertheless, Administration R & D is developing a slightly heavier poop absorbency African-American PANDER because many African Americans are looking at their life-situations and saying … what the f**k?”

Student absorbency PANDERS will be quite high primarily because the Obama Kool Aid graduates can’t get jobs with their degrees in such needed employment areas as  Samurai Poetry, The Chemistry of Chalk, Medieval Luggage and Lisping As a Second Language.

High B.S. absorbency PANDERS will be targeted toward Hispanics.   It’s feared that some Hispanics might be realizing that Obama had two years of a Democratic Congress to do something to help them and did nothing.  This is according to administration spokespeople (spokesperson is no longer used because  it ends in “son,” which is not gender neutral).  The recent non-deportation executive order represented the first delivery of Hispanic PANDERS and we can expect more.

The highest B.S. poop absorbency PANDERS will target the coal industry.  That’s because the administration has a long walk back from the President’s comment that If somebody wants to build a coal-powered plant they can.  It’s just that it will bankrupt them because they’re going to be charged a huge sum for all that greenhouse gas that’s being emitted.

Despite intensified use, however, the existence of PANDERS will be denied.