Saturday, September 30, 2006

uh, Mr. Foley, your book is about a year overdue..

Here's a money quote:
'We track library books better than we do sexual predators,"
Of course, that's from the mouth of the former congressman representing the Palm Beach area of Florida, Mark Foley, when he was pushing a bill that would protect children from internet exploitation from adults. This was about the time when he wrote another money quote to his young friend:
"You in your boxers, too? ... Well, strip down and get naked."
If anybody, on either side of the aisle, knew about this activity, and let it go on without attempting to intercede, they should resign tomorrow.

Yeah, Foley's deeply sorry now. Funny how these guys are always deeply sorry right after they get caught.

Ain't we got style, or, Big night at the Schermerhorn

We were lucky last night to be able to finally get tickets to a concert at the new symphony hall. When the Grand Opening $2,500 smackers-a-ticket soiree occurred, I was not invited. I chose to spend that evening at the opening of my friend Susan's new TV room watching the US Open Women's Finals. I was wearing Ladies of Charity. A good time was had by me because I got to watch Sharapova on a 58" flat screen TV. Holy Moly.

Anyway...where was I...Oh yeah, about last night. We did dress up a bit more than the night of Susan's TV room opening. I was wearing a dark blue dress shirt with light wool brown pants. Lynn was elegant in electric blue and black. The point here is that we sorta looked like we belonged and we did not appear to be barbaric or feckless hooligans. We got to the hall early. We were walking around when we passed a door that said 'Frost-Brown Party'. Since I wasn't invited, I wasn't planning to barge in, but I did turn my head in the general direction of the Frost-Brown clutch of folks because they were dressed to at least the eights, if not the nines, and they were chatting in small groups in one of the beautiful colonnaded porches.

I swear I did not make a move to enter the forbidden Frost-Brown zone. A docent who was standing guard to keep the great unwashed from sullying the Frost-Brown crowd actually SHOVED me by placing her hand on my shoulder and pushing me away...she gestured for a male guard to come over to ensure that I didn't pollute the F-B area. The guard came over and asked if I was part of the Frost-Brown crowd, and I said no, and asked him where will-call was located, and he gave us directions that gratuitously sent us outside. Luckily it was a beautiful night, so this odd mistreatment didn't damage the evening irreparably. I'm still confused as to what that docent thought I was going to do.

The new hall is wonderful. I'm not an acoustic expert by any stretch of my own dream, but I can tell you that if there is a hall in this country that has better acoustics, I'll buy you tickets to a concert there . We were sitting upper balcony , and even up there, you could hear the subtle notes as cleanly as if you were wearing headphones.

Our concert was Bransford Marsalis playing with the Nashville Symphony. They opened without B. Marsalis, and with a little Ravel. I'm not a big fan of the marshmallow light school* of symphonic music, but nonetheless, the tenderest passages and the loudest crescendos were equally clear.

Marsalis, wielding his alto-sax, accompanied the Symphony on Scaramouche and the Concertino da Camera for Alto Saxophone and Orchestra. We were a long way from Mr. Marsalis, but when he played it was if he was leaning on a the wall nearest us, playing just for our section. As you would expect, Marsalis along with his alto-sax were amazing. During one movement**, he did miss a note, and instead of pretending it never happened, he emitted an easily audible 'awwwwwwwwwwwwww' groan. The crowd loved that.

The stage is a beautiful dark-orange-hued wood, contrasted with the mint-foam green walls, banded with white and gold panels. It was not at all what I expected. I'm not a big green-wall kinda guy, but the color certainly brought out the beauty of the wood.

Except for the odd shoving incident by my now least favorite docent, the night was outstanding, as is the concert hall. It should also be said that the use of space outside the hall is imaginative and inviting. If you are a money-saver*** like me, you should park by the football stadium and walk over the pedestrian bridge...the walkway down the bridge spills into the broad sidewalk on the north end of the hall, featuring a splendid fountain. Great view...good exercise.

*solo harp passages should be restricted to Marx Brothers movies and after-death experiences.

** Ok, I know not to clap at the end of each movement, and only at the end of the entire piece. But why? Inevitably, at least at the concerts that I can afford to attend, someone, or a few someones, begin clapping after a movement is finished, and then quickly sit on their hands when they realize the only worst faux pas' would be to fart loudly during a non-woodwind passage.

*** cheap-ass

Shout out to my Senator, or, when they do an autopsy on this session of congress they'll have trouble finding the heart...

Just wanted to say thanks to Senator Frist and his party-mates for not extending tax breaks to us middle-class folks for college tuition AND for not extending tax breaks to teachers for classroom expenses, and a BIG thank you from the taxpayers of Tennessee for not extending the deduction for local and state sales tax.

Oh yeah, that suspension of habeas corpus for suspected terrorists...good show, hundreds of years of English common law and constitutional protections for the possibly innocent are so squishy-soft. God knows, if you are accused of being a terrorist, you are damn sure a terrorist. Ask the 10 folks from Gitmo who have actually been brought to trial (vs the other 690 still being held without a trial).

I'm against term limits in general for Senators and members of the House, but I am grateful that you, Senator Frist, are standing by your promise to only serve two terms. I think you'll quickly see what the rest of the country thinks of you and your leadership here in a couple of years...

Last comic standing, or, THIS explains a LOTT

In a contest between Larry the Cable Guy and Trent Lott for the funniest act in 2006, I'm going with Trent...Here's Trent in his own words:

President Bush barely mentioned the war in Iraq when he met with Republican senators behind closed doors in the Capitol Thursday morning and was not asked about the course of the war, Sen. Trent Lott, R-Mississippi, said.

"No, none of that," Lott told reporters after the session when asked if the Iraq war was discussed. "You're the only ones who obsess on that. We don't and the real people out in the real world don't for the most part."

Lott went on to say he has difficulty understanding the motivations behind the violence in Iraq.

"It's hard for Americans, all of us, including me, to understand what's wrong with these people," he said. "Why do they kill people of other religions because of religion? Why do they hate the Israelis and despise their right to exist? Why do they hate each other? Why do Sunnis kill Shiites? How do they tell the difference? They all look the same to me."

There's so much here..If Bush isn't bothered with the war in Iraq, and the Republican party really doesn't think that 'the REAL WORLD' cares, then the reason why the post-war has gone so poorly becomes a lot clearer. Actually, in fairness, I don't think that Lott represents the Republican party on this..I think he represents the 'STUPID-DUMBASS Party' (there is some overlap). I can't imagine the Bush folks being real pleased by Lott's mental lapses, and I suspect the back bench he sits on in the Senate will be moved to an ante-room.

My favorite part though is the last part where he talks about Iraq. He says he doesn't understand the violence in Iraq. If he had say, picked up a freakin' history book in the last 20 years and was able to color comprehend the lessons learned, he might understand there's been a fissure or two for ummmm, the last few HUNDRED YEARS.

One would have to assume he is still baffled by the Japanese attacking China and Viet Nam in World War II, since those people had to be confused as to who they were fighting, since THEY all look alike.

So, too bad about all those non-real-world people who are dying in Iraq, and the families of those non-real-world soldiers here in're no longer Page're back in the Living section next to the funny papers, funny papers that should be featuring my new comic hero - Trent Lott. I may be white, but I don't wanna look like you, Trent.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Who would Jesus torture?

First of all, I'd like to give kudos to Congressman Cooper for voting AGAINST the Bush torture bill which sadly did pass in the House.

I've always wondered how a leadership group who claims to be redeemed by the blood of Jesus can so easily justify shedding the blood of others in torturous methods. I'm not talking about waging war or killing others in the course of being at war. I'm talking about THIS.

I'd like to know how any exegesis of the New Testament can possibly be strained or pureed to the point where these folks can stand up and say with the best of their Christian hearts - 'Jesus understands when we waterboard'

I understand that Bush and his folks have a duty to protect us from terrorists. That is supposedly why we attacked the Taliban in Afghanistan. Sadly, we seem to be losing ground on that front, along with losing our moral standing when we continue to endorse torturous behaviour. That's not just me talking - progressive that I am - those are the the words of Colin Powell, and many others who would not be described as liberals or progressives.

I wish that the magazine 'Christianity Today' would make it to the bedstand of Bush and his Christian crusaders for a little nighttime reading. There's a great article by a professor at Union University (in Jackson, TN.) The professor, David Gushee, writes in bold letters: 5 Reasons Torture Is Always Wrong. He finishes his article with a call to evangelical Christians:

It is past time for evangelical Christians to remind our government and our society of perennial moral values, which also happen to be international and domestic laws. As Christians, we care about moral values, and we vote on the basis of such values. We care deeply about human-rights violations around the world. Now it is time to raise our voice and say an unequivocal no to torture, a practice that has no place in our society and violates our most cherished moral convictions.

I ask ya again, Who would Jesus torture?

Those liberal moonbat definitions of democracy

Seems the recent military coup in Thailand isn't meeting with world-wide acclaim. Yesterday, a spokesman for the coup leaders (I love the modern PR age, where even governmental usurpers have spokes-people), commented on the less-than-favorable worldview of the coup..

We are disappointed in their reaction..but we understand their reaction. These are countries who have a very fixed view of democracy'

Yeah, sad that we don't include a military takeover of a democratically elected leader in our stubbornly rigid view of democratic government.

Yesterday, it was the blond heiress, today it's that wide receiver for the Cowboys..

I'm more than ready for a certain death-defying wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys to not be mentioned in the papers, on the sports-talk shows, and on the internet for any other reason than the fact he caught a pass or two for the C'boys. He needs to join the skinny blonde as 'another who shall not be named' to paraphase a great humanitarian.

I would offer one exception to a ban on publicity for 'this guy'. Is there ANY chance we can get 'this guy' on the cover of the next edition of the most popular football video game Madden NFL?

Shout out to the Grascals and Sista, or, All Smiff News edition...

I was happy to see our daily paper give some good column space to the Grascals, bluegrass band extraordinaire. One of my favorite bloggers, Sista Smiff, regularly sleeps with the bass player of the Grascals.

The Sista mom-in-law also gets some coverage on Tennessean's Page 3 Heather Byrd's and soon-to-be Beverly Keel's celebrity sighting/gossip/self-promotion column. It's the second story.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Culture Notes, or, Is Stars Hollow burning...

I don't care. I just don't care. Please stop talking about her. There is a certain blond celebrity who is famous for being famous and she has a lot of money. She may or may not have been drunk when she was arrested for a DUI the other night. I don't CARE. If we all quit talking about her and reading about her, maybe she will go away...PLEASE..I have nothing against her personally, but I would rather read the worst blog in Nashville* on a daily basis rather than hearing or reading anything more about her. Stop the madness. She has nothing interesting to say and her daily life has no interest to me whatsoever. It shouldn't matter to you either.

Secondly, I came out of the closet, so to speak, last year on my blog when I admitted to enjoying the Gilmore Girls. The show began as one of the best-written, wittiest shows ever on TV. The two leads were dueling Dorothy Parkers. The setting, the town of Stars Hollow, was one of those quirky New England towns that TV can actually do for a few years without getting cloying. I'm thinking those few years may be up...

Note to the writers of the Gilmore Girls: THE SHOW IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY - at least some of the time. The writing is supposed to evoke wit and mirth via the pop-culture-ridden convo. Creating a setpiece where a car crashes into Luke's diner, even if it is Curt driving the car, is weak. The quirky town characters are wearing thinner than the arms of the subject of the first paragraph (who I really really don't care about).

Thank you for your time and attention, if you have read this far.

*I actually have several contenders for the worst blog in Nashville. Rest assured, if you are reading this blog, your blog is not in contention. On the other hand, you may be reading one of the contenders....

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Hello, my name is George, and I am a racist..

It's Ok, George. Just admit it. Let it knew what Macaca knew what that noose hanging from a tree in your office knew that declaring a Confederate Heritage Month when you were Governor would offend plenty of knew that that giant Confederate flag in your living room when you were governor stood for something that really wasn't quite knew endorsing the Conservative Citizens Council* was offensive to some knew that calling folks the 'N' word back in your high school days was knew that driving that Camaro with the confederate flag on the hood might offend a few people...and how about that racist grafitti you used to tag in high know that the NAACP is not an extremist knew when you joined that racially exclusive social club in Richmond when you were governor was probably a mistake, considering that the three governors before you refused the invitation to knew that Trent Lott's endorsement of Strom Thurmond's Dixiecrat racism was stupid, but you went along..Come on George..just say it..breathe deeply..exhale...ADMIT'll feel GOOD!

*Statement of Purpose of the Conservative Citizens Council, formerly known as the WHITE Citizens Council: We believe that the United States derives from and is an integral part of European civilization and the European people and that the American people and government should remain European in their composition and character.
We therefore oppose the massive immigration of non-European and non-Western peoples into the United States that threatens to transform our nation into a non-European majority in our lifetime.
We also oppose all efforts to mix the races of mankind, to promote non-white races over the European-American people through so-called "affirmative action" and similar measures, to destroy or denigrate the European-American heritage, including the heritage of the Southern people, and to force the integration of the races.

5th Avenue is gettin' arty - Arts in the Arcade is happening

I eat in the arcade two or three times a week and I've been noticing a lot of arty-looking characters roaming around. I knew that there were a couple of art galleries open in the arcade upper level...what I didn't know is that there are at least EIGHT galleries opening up..

This collective of galleries is having a big art opening on October 7th...from 6:00 to 9:00 PM in conjunction with the official TAG opening. TAG is the gallery on the ground floor of the KRESS loft building across 5th from the Arcade.

Check out the official site: Art at the Arcade

Monday, September 25, 2006

Studio 60, episode 2 - wow, or, boom goes the dynamite*

Episode 1 was prelude..Tonight's show was a great pay-off. This one reminded me of Sorkin's first show (at least first i know about) Sports Night, a behind-the-scenes show of something akin to ESPN's Sports Center..lots of cuts, quick edits and snappier dialogue than Dorothy Parker* * holding forth at the Algonquin back in the day.

Sorkin always knew how to write 'guy talk'..eventually on the West Wing, he figured out to write meaty parts for the women as well. Amanda Peet as NBS (read NBC) president and Sarah Paulson as the star of the show within the show are outstanding. The Paulson character is an outspoken Christian..a type that rarely gets written with any kind of subtlety or nuance. TV Christians are usually hypocrites, ramrod-up-the-ass types, or pious nut jobs. So far, the writers are treating Paulson's character as a human..

But..the guys, at least so far, in the persons of Matt Perry and Bradley Whitford, rock the party. These guys have more chemistry than Sonny & Cher, Tom and Dick Smothers and Bill O' Reilley and himself, put together.

If only these guys could produce and write the REAL Saturday Night Live....

Please watch Studio 60..I really really wanna see the show unfurl over an entire season.

*Boom goes the dynamite

**one of my favorite D. Parker lines: "That woman speaks eighteen languages and can't say ‘no’ in any of them."

Here's a fun family photo, or, hey Fatima, don't close your eyes!

Which one was Fatima, again?

ft: Dennis Dumbauld

My life in the danger zone...

For the first time since the great e coli scare of '06, I ventured to the Greek Touch in the Arcade for my favorite downtown meal - Spanokopita (spinach pie). Bill and Linda make a mean SP...If I pass from this mortal coil because of eating spinach, I want everyone to know that I went out on a great meal.

I'm nothing if not intrepid...

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Would you lie to your shrink?

The Certifiable Princess did and she lived to talk about it. Not to mention being grossed out about hearing her mother discussing sex (parents have sex???..ewwwwwww).

Go, read. It's as if Aunt B had a surprise distant cousin somewhere up north...

At least the Titans made it interesting, or, Kerry Collins, meet David Givens..

The good news for the Titans today was that they were playing another weak team masquerading as the Miami Dolphins who were led by a once-good quarterback named Daunte Culpepper who now has the lateral movement of a 1958 Cadillac. The bad news is that the Titans weren't quite as good as the weak team masquerading as the Dolphins.

Titan's quarteback Kerry Collins threw a few really sweet passes to go along with the half-dozen overthrown attempts to wide open receivers. Collins appears to have at least had a get-to-know-you-meeting with the tight ends, Drew Bennett and the heretofore sorely under-utilized free-agent aquisition David Givens. Givens was the highlight of the day for the losing Titans, imo.

The defense managed to contain the Fish most of the game, sacking the beleaguered Culpepper four times (at least). My new Titan hero, the awakening defensive back Courtland Finnegan made some great plays including a fumble recovery deep in Fish territory. When, oh when will an enterprising jersey maker release the '31' jersey for sale to the general public. I am so looking forwarding to attending a Titan's home game in my 'Finnigan' gear.

So, all in all, the Titan's game was an improvement over the first two debacles and gives us some reason for optimism*, even though the Dolphins are no one's Super Bowl pick.

*optimism as defined by making some of the future games interesting enough to watch well into the fourth quarter if not the entire game. The brand of optimism does not extend to the belief that the Titans will win many games this year.

Who's running this war on terror, Vandelay Industries?, or how we are screwing up Afghanistan again..

And you wanted to be my war against terrorism President!?

Let's go back to 2001, before 9/11. What country gave the Taliban in Afghanistan $43,000,000 (that's MILLION) dollars to help our friends, the Taliban, in their war against drugs. Incidentally, these same 'friends' were hosting this guy named Bin Laden at the time. Of course, our pals, the Taliban, 'gave its order to halt cultivation merely to drive up the price of opium the regime had already stockpiled'.

These supposed anti-drug friends:

prohibited the education of girls, tortured and executed political critics, and required non-Muslims to wear distinctive clothing--a practice eerily reminiscent of Nazi Germany's requirement that Jews display the Star of David on their clothing. Yet U.S. officials deemed none of that to be a bar to cooperation with the Taliban on drug policy.

Hmmmmm. Forty-three million bucks...2001...making the world safe against terrorism. Wonder how they spent some of that $43,000,000 bucks.

Soooo, after 9/11, we muster together the strength to actually invade Afghanistan and uproot the Taliban, who we now see were bad guys all along. We banded groups of anti-Taliban warloads together, and stitched together a democracy. A worthy cause to be sure, and it was actually working, until...

We got distracted by the war in Iraq. Our attention, and most of our troops got refocused. We're still there attempting to referee what is becoming a civil war. Our own intelligience is reporting that our war in Iraq is worsening the terrorist threat.

Meanwhile back in Afghanistan, guess who's back!!! Those wacky Taliban guys, closing down the schools, keepin' the girls in the kitchen. The war we should have fought and won, is going backward.

And these are the guys who we trust to fight terrorism?

Aw, quit yer griping, or, ENUFF already

So far this week I've moaned and bitched about 'our' Kroger on 8th Avenue, people in front of me in line at Walgreens, Eric Crafton's moronic misdirected 'English-only first' bill, that idiotic mis-cast statue on I-65 south, and the worst Titan's team ever OUR TITANS.

There are positive things in life:

Unless Sarcastro's wife has evolved into a parthenogenesis state, Sar has sired a child and is evolving into an enlightened Daddy blogger.

The new 'Ollabelle' CD 'Riverside Battle Songs' is just freaking amazing. After 9/11 a bunch of New Yorkers started hanging out in this East Village bar to sing old gospel songs. One of them was Levon Helm's daughter (Levon was the drummer for 'The Band' and the incredible voice behind 'The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down'). These gospel sings led to the formation of 'Ollabelle'. If you don't know 'Ollabelle', you should...really!.

We had a trip to Target where we found the stuff we needed, some other stuff on sale that we kinda needed, and had a great check-out experience chatting with some friends and a really cool check-out clerk. I love the Target.

Lunch at the Mothership on Wednesday with the birthday Ivy, along with Kathy T and their friend Beth was fun. Now that my wife has met a few bloggers (Cobles, Kerry Woo, Sarcastro, Aunt B, Sharon, Ivy and Kathy), she understands that the blogging community for the most part is safer than the crystal meth crowd at Springwater's circa 2:00 AM (not that I've really hung with them...).

I finally got to eat at Hot Kabobs on White Bridge Road. It's every good thing that Kay West said, and more. I'd never heard of sun-dried lime before (perhaps I really am a sheltered Nashvillian), but these guys know what to do with

Salemtown got featured on Channel 2 news, and it wasn't because of gang activity. As Ice Cube once said so eloquently,
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day

Saturday, September 23, 2006

More theology from Senator Allen, or, Oy Vey, do I have to wear one of those beanies?

Incumbent Senator George Allen of Virginia, after being hounded by the media regarding his Jewish 'roots', decided to do a little reading:

“I embrace and take great pride in every aspect of my diverse heritage, including my Lumbroso family line’s Jewish heritage, which I learned about from a recent magazine article and my mother confirmed.”

And just to show the proper gravitas he added:

: “I still had a ham sandwich for lunch. And my mother made great pork chops.”

I'm wondering if Allen took one of those zany quizzes...I'm also thinking his opponent, Democrat challenger James Webb, should maybe just not say anything and let George do all the talking.

Borrowed shamelessly from MSNBC.

Did they serve omelets at the Last Supper, or, God, you're so STUPID

Theological conversation overheard...classic from Knox Views.

New Rule, or, If you don't like this one, you should dye..

In the spirit of Bill Maher's New Rules, I have one of my own.

When you are picking up a prescription at Walgreens, it's ok to have the prescription clerk ring up a few items in addition to the prescription. IT IS NOT ALL RIGHT to go to the prescription counter, discuss the purchase of hair dyes AND request another Walgreen's employee to continue bringing over box after box of Clairol until the purchaser is enlightened with the proper shade, all WITHOUT having ANY prescription to pick up.

Well, at least when I'm in line waiting to pick up a prescription....

This one goes into the unconfirmed reports that you hope are confirmed file, or, He BIN dead?

Normally, I don't get all happy at someone's demise, but hey, let's hear it for the grim reaper if THIS story is finally confirmed.

Oh yeah, about those 72 virgins....SURPRISE!

Friday, September 22, 2006

This ain't your Green Hills Krogers, or, I'm sorry I didn't realize that all these parking spots were reserved for the Po-lice..

Since moving from the greater Green Hills area to the north side, we have had few regrets. We live in a relatively small neighborhood (Salemtown) bordering on another small-much-better-known neighborhood, Germantown. The service and COFFEE-house industry has not yet discovered our neighborhood, but truth is, we don't have to drive all that far for most of what we need, including comedy.

I'm trying to have one of those personal paradigm shifts regarding one of our neighborhood institutions, the 8th Avenue Krogers. If you look at this Krogers as a place to buy groceries, where fast-service and wondrous food selection are part of the brand, you will be sorely disappointed. If you view 'our' Krogers as a foundry for comedy, this location has the goods.

Start with the worst-designed parking lot in the world. I wouldn't be surprised if Krogers had held an April 1st contest for stupid parking lot design, offering 12 loaves of Bunny Bread to the winner, and then actually utilized the winning design. More wasted space cannot be found (outside of the Metro Council chambers on a Tuesday night) in the greater Nashville area.

This Krogers does offer an incredible selection of white bread and jugged sugar-laden juices, not to mention the special high-sodium aisle offering NaCL-laden food-stuffs guaranteed to boost the old blood pressure at least 20 points or they'll pay for your next blood pressure check.

All of that is prelude to the check out lines. A couple of days ago, I ambled over to our Krogers to help feed my wife's addiction for Diet Cokes (my theory, crazy as it may sound, is that if you buy a whole lot of D. Coke at a time, rather than buying ONE can at a time (someone else's theory), you can actually save money).

Anyway, I made it to the Express checkout line (15 items or less) where I was second in line behind a slow-moving woman who took her sweet time unloading her 19 items on the conveyor belt. These 19 items didn't include any dupe's where you can say, well..these are the same, they count as one. I had plenty of time to count and re-count her items as she slowly slowly slowly loaded the conveyor, so I'm pretty sure I had an accurate count.

The cashier toted up the items, and was about to announce the total, when she decided to have a meandering conversation with my-quickly-becoming-least-favorite customer ever.

"I don't know about corporal punishment..I'm just not sure if it belongs in the school"..."honey, I used to think it was important, but now I'm not sure".

Let me just say that I abridged the above conversation in the interest of readability. Needless to say, my position on corporal punishment was rapidly evolving listening to this conversation.

After the conversation spun down into a puddle of thrice-chewed cliches, when the check-out clerk managed to mention that the total was $61.24, our favorite customer decided it was time to search for her checkbook. Of course, her purse could have been used to shoplift all 19 items on the conveyor belt, had she been of the shoplifting bent.

After she found her checkbook, and she FINALLY wrote the check, the check-out clerk realized she had made a mistake, and the ACTUAL total was $82.62. This precipitated another mining mission into the purse-of-the-abyss....Just about the time check number two was about to be written, my FAVORITE customer decided she needed two packs of some kind of cigarette. I couldn't hear the actual brand because my blood pressure had elevated to the point where my hearing was stymied by the ringing in my ears.

Seventeen minutes to the second after I entered the express lane, my four items were finally checked out. I smiled meekly to the cashier as she scanned my stuff. Words just don't suffice for what I wanted to say...

I'm still working on that paradigm-shift stuff.....

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

If Crafton's English bill passes, will Ludye still be allowed to speak?, or, Press 1 for English, Press 2 for fear-mongering in Japanese...

I was invited to attend last night's Council meeting by some friends who were interested in making sure the council knew that not everyone in Nashville supported Councilman Crafton's 'English Only' bill. We were told to wear yellow or wear a yellow ribbon in order to represent, if you know what I mean, but the trouble is that yellow is just not a good color for me and I really didn't have a thing to wear in the yellow category.

We made it into the new council chambers a bit late, but before the council really got warmed up. I must say that the new chambers are certainly more attractive than the old chambers, with sunnier colors (interestingly enough, a good bit of yellow in the hall) and relatively comfortable seating for those of us in the gallery.

We were told upon entering that the Crafton bill would be discussed in about one half hour or so, but considering that I'm a man of the world, I knew that 30 minutes in Metro-Council time is about three hours (tres horas) in citizen time, so I knew that most of us wouldn't actually be in attendance when 'the bill' was discussed.

I didn't bring anything to read, and I thought that playing my MP3 player might be disturbing to those around me, so I was thinking about seriously fidgeting to combat the severe boredom I could see heading our way in the guise of discussion re charter amendments to our Metro charter.

Parenthetically, I might add that some of the Metro council-persons still aren't apparently clear what Metro government means, but that is only an incredulous aside..

Actually, I shouldn't have been concerned about boredom, because my district councilman, Ludye 'ludye-cris' Wallace held forth for a good amount of time.

When I was much younger, living at home, my parents were out of their freakin' minds generous enough to let me borrow the family car (Pontiac station-wagon) on weekend nights to theoretically drive my friends to proper and approved destinations. Sometimes, I would deliberately drive to neighborhoods I didn't know anything about, just so that I could get lost and learn about the Nashville that wasn't the greater Green Hills area in which I was raised.

I had no real destination and I did manage to get lost and waste quite a bit of gas..I say all this to describe Ludye's speech-making with the only analogy I can muster this morning. Ludye starts talking and appears to be heading SOMEwhere, only to arrive SOMEwhere else and then veer into a completely different train of thought.

My friend, S-TownMike has already chronicled my unknowing appearance on Channel 3 when I cracked up thanks to Ludye asking the Vice-Mayor just exactly what bill he (Ludye) was discussing, after discussing SOMEthing for about five minutes. I think I oppose Crafton's bill if for no other reason than i'm not certain that the people of my district would have ANY representation if our councilman actually had to speak English..awww, I kid the Ludye..

The Tennessean reports that dozens of folks in opposition attended last night's meeting. My best guess was that about 30-35 different folks appeared to be attending the meeting because of the Crofton bill. Most of the meeting attendees (including folks there for other reasons) tended to wander in and out - all politely and quietly (at least while I was around). Another aside - they should have a double entrance or ante-room outside the public entrance to the chambers. When the door opens, the conversation outside the door was booming, largely because of the marble hallways and the absence of noise dampening. It was a distraction for the folks in the gallery - not sure if the noise bothered the council members.

In addition to Ludye's ramblings, Mayoral candidate Buck Dozier made a good case for allowing the council more time to see the Mayor's proposed budget before they actually vote on the thing. If I heard correctly, the council has about eleven minutes to read a document the size of 'War and Peace' with a forward by Proust. I may have misunderstood the actual time, but Dozier's reasoning was clear, CONCISE, and to the point.

Other charter amendments had to do with mayoral term limits, mayoral succession, killing off eliminating the 'at-large' seats in the council and making Davidson County commission employees actually reside in Davidson county. I was a little confused after Ludye's preamble to some of these charter discussions (only to find that my confusion level was roughly equal to Ludye's), but I can tell you that the council is probably not going to be reduced in number, and if the Mayor falls victim to a massive tick bite and cannot serve, we may or may not have a logical successor path in place.

Oh yeah, the Crafton bill. About 2 and 1/2 half hours into the proceeding, some guy in a suit (suit not yellow, but his shirt appeared to be) told those of us left in the gallery that we really didn't have to hang around any longer, that our appearence had been registered by the council, and more importantly, by the TV cameras, and he was really not sure WHEN the bill would show up. I think he was on 'our side', but at that point, after been somewhat dazed and glazed, he might have been one of Crafton's minions.

I did see the discussion of the Crafton bill on TV when I got home. Crafton introduced the topic by making an introductory statement in Japanese, making the point that if his bill were not passed, then other council members could introduce bills in the language of their choice, and THEN where would we be...Another council member (Ronnie Greer??) spoke up and said that he really wasn't sure that much would pass if bill were introduced in Japanese or any other language. Crafton repeated his assertion that someone, somewhere in Nashville is being buried under an avalance of requests from an ungrateful foreign language speaking public requesting something or other above and beyond the call of duty. I would like to be fair here, but I still didn't hear anything specifically mentioned as to what and where these avalanches were occurring.

Councilman Jameson managed to bring up several points in opposition to the Crafton bill. He had the actual gall to ask for documentation and data that would support Crafton's reasoning. He also asked (far more eloquently than I've been trying to do on this blog) if he had been appoached by any leaders in the Hispanic or Kurdish community to solve the apparent crisis with this type of bill.

According to what I heard last night and read this morning, the word 'only' has been excised from the bill in lieu of 'English first' in context of all communications and publications emanating from Metro officialdom. There is also an amendment added by Crofton that would allow exceptions for the health and safety of citizens and when federeal law mandated non-English communications.

The bill, as amended*, passed the first reading. The bill is certainly not as onerous as when first presented. The second reading will be on the second Tuesday of October. I still wonder what problem we are actually solving with this bill.

I would challenge the Craftons, the Brooks, and the Lockes of this world to actually talk with Hispanic, Laotian, and Kurdish leaders to ask them how the council and the good citizens of Nashville can enfold them into the english-speaking Nashville world of business and commerce. I think most of us agree that immigrants will be better off when they learn English. I've got a pretty strong feeling that IF Crafton, et al, met with these other community leaders, that the outcome wouldn't look much like the bill proposed by Councilman Crofton.

* Click here to a link where you can see a 'PDF' of the amended bill.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

PTI (Pardon the Interruption) Thai style or One night in Bangkok

Meanwhile in Thailand...

The armed forces commander and the national police commander have successfully taken over Bangkok and the surrounding area in order to maintain peace and order. Apparently the new bosses are quite polite...

There has been no struggle,” the new leaders said in a statement on national television. “We ask for the cooperation of the public and ask your pardon for the inconvenience.”

The ousted Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra was in New York at the time of his disposal.

I never realized that fomenting a military coup, thwarting democracy and seizing power could be as genteel and polite as an afternoon tea party. I do hope that the upcoming Muslim uprising against the Buddhists will be handled in the same genteel manner...

Here's yer bill...Loving your neighbor by speaking English only...

Kay B. wants us to look at the bill making English the official language of Nashville, instead of just yak about it..

Here 'tis. The first part is, as she says, bringing us into compliance with an already existing state law (which basically makes this redundant, but never mind that). I've bolded the offensive part of the bill.


Section 1. Chapter 1.04 of the Metropolitan Code of Laws is hereby amended by adding the following new section 1.04.070:

"1.04.070. English the official language of the metropolitan government.

A. English is hereby established as the official language of the metropolitan government.
B. All communications, publications, and telephone answering systems of metropolitan government boards, commissions, departments and agencies shall be in English only."

It's that ENGLISH ONLY part that offends. In today's op-ed Guest Commentary, Councilman Crafton (sponsor of the bill) states that:

'...people are not integrating into society by trying to speak English and..people are tired of trying to be helpful and accommodating, only to see their generosity buried under an avalanche of even more demands for services"

Where, exactly is this avalanche? Crafton states that the bill will be amended to exempt emergency and health services. I haven't seen the amendments, but that is a good start. Why not just make English the official language, raise the flag and go from there?

Crafton is exactly right that people are at a disadvantage here if they don't speak English. There are plenty of economic and other incentives to learn the language. Let's help those folks learn the language. No one is requiring any privately owned business to provide advertising, brochures or customer service in anything other than English. I suspect that some business have figured out that they will make more money if they accomodate non-English speaking people, but that is their (business) choice.

One of the great beauties and wonders of the English language is that it is organic, co-optive and constantly evolving. One of the reasons I love Nashville is that it known for hospitality, along with the city's evolution into an international community. Why create divisions and boundaries?

Crafton et al, can talk all they want to about how they are lending a helping hand, but let's be honest...what problem are they really trying to solve? What is the real motivation for this bill? Did anyone in the Hispanic, Kurdish, or Laotian community call up the councilman and ask for this bill?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Pro-choice or Pro-life...I'm Pro-CP (certifiable princess)

Whether you are pro-choice, pro-life or struggling in the middle, you owe it to yourself to read this amazing post. You may not agree, but you will find yourself entranced.

Actually, her entire blog is amazing...frank, transparent, and sometimes funny-as-hell.

I'm glad I stumbled into the oxymoronic world of the Certifiable Princess.

thanks as always to Parlancheq and Vive42 who lead me astray the way...

Ugly statues, and ugly statutes

I wasn't born in Nashville, but I grew up here. I consider this my hometown, and I am embarrassed each time I drive on I-65 south and see this monstrosity. I'm embarrassed because the the message, no matter how strained and spinned, is one of racism. Forrest was a great cavalry-man and leader in the Civil War, but if you scratch the surface here (and I how I wish I COULD scratch and deface this surface) we are talking about the KKK and the man who founded that ugly organization.

This ugly, idiotic statue is an unworthy city-greeter to those who travel from the south. I hope that most people laugh and understand that most of us here do not appreciate the message or the esthetic value of racist kitsch.

Now we have a statute that seems just as ugly. Councilman Crafton's proposed statute that all Metro publications and communications be printed and rendered in English is not representative of the city I love. Can anyone explain why this law is necessary? Are we trying to save publication costs?

I'm sorry, but the spirit of this statute is nativist, narrow-minded and mean. Nobody is saying that non-English people who live here shouldn't learn English. Our schools are teaching english to these kids.

But, as I've asked before, what problem are you trying to solve here? I live here, work downtown, and know a lot about our town. Where are english-speaking people threatened? Where is our language maligned?

The truth here is that people are feeling threatened by illegal immigration, and for God's sake, we HAVE TO DO SOMETHING. Instead of thinking through the entire problem and realizing there are no simplistic solutions, let's DO SOMETHING. I know, let's put up thinly veiled racists business signs, let's make sure that our Spanish neighbors who are here because we are hiring them feel second-class.

How about proposing a bill that would give adults more access to english classes. How about working with Hispanic leaders to forge a solution that is not an 'us against them' plan, such as the non-starter Crofton ideas.

Or, maybe we could replace Nathan Bedford F. with a statue of Eric Crofton...or alternate them on a weekly basis...greeting our visitors with a double-headed message of cynicism, prejudice and nativism.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

I thought we had professional football in Nashville..Halftime notes on half-ass football

A few Titan-ic observations..The flaming tacks are sinking fast...

1) A few weeks ago I predicted elsewhere that the Titans would win six games this year. I appear to have missed by, ummm, six

2) What is the record for all-time lowest possession time in an NFL game? I'm betting that the Titans are gonna challenge that record today.

3) I don't remember any professional football game where a team hasn't made a first down on their own in the first half (titan's first down today was via penalty).

4) I'm seriously beginning to think that Norm Chow was the most overrated offensive coordinator in the history of football.

5) Would someone please tell the Titan's defense that running backs who don't recieve hand-offs from the quarterback remain eligible receivers.

6) Do you think that Adrian Peterson would make a good first pick in next year's draft?

7) good grief....

8) San Diego fans..I know you are excited, but last week's win, and the win that seems rather apparent this week are against the two worst teams in football.

9) I've never seen a more inept offensive effort in a first half in my life. As has been noted in earlier ego-centric posts these past few days, I've been around a few years..this game is accelerating my aging process

10) Blecccchhhhhhhhhhhh

Update in 4th qtr; Can someone please tell me why Billy Volek couldn't have been doing at least THIS well? sheeesh

Hi, I'm a 21 year old grad from an evangelical school for home-schooled kids, and I got this terrific job re-building Iraq...Qualified, Schmalified

This one makes me angry. Yeah, before I get to the story, yeah, I know that Democrats have used patronage as well.

I wanna hear the neo-con, right-wing, Fox News spin on THIS one:

In the early years of the Iraqi war (after the mission was theoretically accomplished), the patronage office of the Bush admin went into overtime ensuring that those people and companies bidding to help rebuild Iraq were truly qualified.

According to this story in the Washington Post, the Patronage Master Jim O'Beirne and his staff:

posed blunt questions to some candidates about domestic politics: Did you vote for George W. Bush in 2000? Do you support the way the president is fighting the war on terror? Two people who sought jobs with the U.S. occupation authority said they were even asked their views on Roe v. Wade.

Many of those chosen by O'Beirne's office to work for the Coalition Provisional Authority, which ran Iraq's government from April 2003 to June 2004, lacked vital skills and experience. A 24-year-old who had never worked in finance -- but had applied for a White House job -- was sent to reopen Baghdad's stock exchange. The daughter of a prominent neoconservative commentator and a recent graduate from an evangelical university for home-schooled children were tapped to manage Iraq's $13 billion budget, even though they didn't have a background in accounting.

We hear the administration get all teary-eyed and patriotic when they talk about building a democracy, and planting the seeds of freedom, in Iraq. The only seeds planted here were the seeds of patronage, pay-offs, and war-profiteering. I'm sorry, but this is damnable.

I know this is a litany, but if you are for this war, believe in this war, and believe people should die in this war, HOW THE HELL can you support the way this war has been executed and run. This was turned into a jobs program for the kids of administration cronies.

My wish and prayer is that these unqualified mokes and their families would be forced to knock on the door of every damn family who lost a son or daughter in this country in this war, and explain how they got their job and why they got their resume inflated, while the bereaved folks were rewarded with a coffin.

Hey did ya hear about the kid who applied for a job in the White House...not a finance guy, mind ya, but was given the job of re-opening the Baghdad stock exchange....Maybe this all IS a joke.. except for the 2,600+ Americans who have died, and the 50,000-60,000 thousand Iraqi civilians who have died and now these same neo-con loons want to invade Iran...

Read the rest of this, please.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Here's your sign...

¿Conseguido ese Alan?

My heated confrontation with Bob Krumm...

On a last minute vandy-football-addiction impulse, my younger son and I decided to view in person this year's Vanderbilt squad's attempt to win their first game of the season.. On the way to the game, we stopped at Bob Krumm's tent for some of the Knucklehead's ribs and I finally got to meet Bob. For those few of you who do not know, Bob is running for the state senate from the south end of town (21st district).

The only heat involved, truly, came from the ribs and from the sun. Bob, exactly like I expected, couldn't have been nicer. Because I do subscribe to the 'Y' Chromosome Handbook Rules for Guys, I won't use Aunt B's description of Bob (she calls him CUTE), but he is a nice looking guy who looks younger in person than he does on his blog.

So, Bob, thanks for the ribs and the water. I think I posted somewhere on Bob's blog that I appreciated his willingness to post all the questionnaires he has received along with his answers. That kind of transparency should be an example to all the folks running in any election.

It was my pleasure to finally 'confront' B. Krumm...

Re the Vandy game..those of us who are Vandy-football-addicts felt right at home..chances to win, but Vandy comes up short in several key situations, including a last-minute field goal attempt that missed by about 2 yards.

Coffee house entrepreneurs, I'm begging ya....We're here, we're ready - signed, citizens of Salemtown and Germantown

Normally, I don't pretend to speak for the masses (well maybe sometimes when you subract the 'm' from the beginning of the word) or my block or even my house, but I can tell you, you have a build-in urban, disposable income crowd including a lot of hipsters in the Werthan Lofts who don't appear to have 'doofus' as their hipster appendage...We got Morgan Park Place blooming up, 10, count em' 10 new houses being built in S-town alone, and a vibrant G-town crowd who have their own coffee-jones.

All of this is to say - for the love of all things java-nated, would SOMEBODY please wise up and build us a coffee-house, coffee-shop, coffee-hut here in the greater S-town or G-town area. I know we're getting a Starbucks up top by Metrocenter, and I will spend some cash there 2 b sure, but I'd rather distribute my caffeinated-cash to a local..our own, personal 'breesta', someone who dares, someone who cares..

Friday, September 15, 2006

How about 'Thong Girl 4'...there's so much left to say..

After reading what the Tennessean considers to be the most important story of the day, I feel compelled to give Gallatin Mayor Don Wright some advice.

Seems that the august film-makers behind the 'Thong Girl' series decided to film the third edition of the Thong Girl trilogy in the lovely city of Gallatin. When asked for permission to shoot the movie, Mayor Wright gladly agreed...when his constituency began to question the type of movie that was being shot in their fair burg, the mayor said he really didn't know what type of movie 'TG3' was going to be..

Hmmmm, Thong Girl kinda rolls off the tongue. Right up there with 'War and Peace', 'The Sorrow and the Pity', 'All's Quiet on the Western Front'...Somehow, you gotta believe when the title of the movie includes the word THONG, you gotta believe that you are little closer to 'Girls Gone Wild' than Truffaut or Frankenheimer.

Having said that, I'd like to invite Glenn Weiss (the auteur behind the TG series) to make Thong Girl 4 in Salemtown. I'm speaking unofficially here, considering I'm not on the executive board of our neighborhood association, but I'm sure we'd all like to see TG snapping down the streets of S-Town. She could fight the powerful odor emanating from the Waste Water Plant to the east...she could take down license plate numbers from distracted crack buyers when they make their brief repasts at the crack house down the street...she could re-paint the horridly hued K & M Market down on Garfield....Hey, maybe she could stop the Germantown neighborhood association border creep as they continue to roll north, co-opting blocks with new development that fits in better with the G-town esthetic than our own S-town milieu.

The burghers of Gallatin may not want you, Thong Girl, but I would welcome you with open arms.....Maybe we'd get the top story on page 1 of the Tennessean THEN.

Uhhh, Mayor Wright..did ya see THIS pic?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

I'm sorry, but your time is so UP...

No more time for you, we've got terrorists trying to smuggle penis bombs into our country.....

99.9% of all light-skinned Biblical action figures are sold to racists, the dark-skinned figures are sold to the merely prejudiced, or, Good Grief

You have to see THIS to believe it. The 'Train Up a Child Inc.' group has created two sets of biblical action dark-skinned and one light-skinned. Are they taking the 'own personal Jesus' a little too far, perhaps re-working the lyrics of the song a bit...?

'someone who sets you free, someone who looks like me, even tho I'm white as i can be, reach out and touch race''

Are they expectin' the kids to play Biblical-Action-Figure Survivor? Do they want the kids to have 'black-Jesus' vs. 'white-Jesus' steel-cage action-figure wrasslin' matches? Are we going to get the 'red' set and the 'yellow' set so that the 'Jesus Loves the Little Children' collector set can be complete?

I will say that the black Job looks more pissed than the white Job..You gotta figure that black Job had it a LOT worse!

More than a hat tip or fist tap: This, once again, was glommed from the wonderful mind of Palancheq. I probably should just quit posting and have a link pointing to her blog. She's really funny, clever, and apparently spends WAY too much time finding odd things for sale on the internet, plus she's a provocateur.

Child abuse by canned tanning, or, Little Miss Sunshine, we need you now!

Lindsay of Suburban Turmoil has a GREAT post about baby/toddler beauty pageants. I knew these obscenities existed, but they are so far out of my 'empty-nested' reality that I really didn't give them much thought...kinda like cock-fighting. It happens, it shouldn't, but do I give a flip?

Now, after watching 'Little Miss Sunshine' a few weeks ago and reading Lindsay's post, I'm wondering how people get so deluded that things like this make someone can so vainly rob their children of their most precious commodity - their childhood.

I loved the ending of 'Little Miss Sunshine'...our heroine was the only real child in the pageant, and her family gave her what she needed, when she needed it...I can't think of anything more becoming to a family, which is why I think that this child beauty pageant racket is so damn sad.

Wonder what setting they used, or, Mr. Bobbitt, your order is ready..

This headline pretty much says it all...

Guilty plea in microwaved fake penis case

That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight..

I've been milking my birthday ( case you didn't notice (o: ) all week at work. Despite near obnoxious self-advertisements, almost everyone has ignored my request to make this week, 'a week about ME'..We do plan to close out the work week of celebration at the Mothership, where several of my fellow-workers will be spending the big bucks to support my bbq jones. honor of the title of this post (a quote from REM's Losing My Religion), I am choosing my confessions - 22 of em' for now, in honor of at least 22 of the many glorious years of my life...(i'm even making myself sick at this point):

1) I watch Project Runway regularly. I totally enjoy this show. Heidi Klum may have some small part in my admiration of this show.
2) I've seen every episode of Beverly Hills 90210 - even the college years when the show actually sucked rocks)
3) I have small feet (I'll let others comment on what that may or may not portend)
4) I have a large movie-crush on Rachel McAdams.
5) I think that Billy Crudup is the most under-rated actor of the decade.
6) I love Wilson Pickett's version of the Archie's classic - Sugar, Sugar
7) I actually don't hate the Archie's version of that same song
8) I think that VF aka Tiny Cat Pant's 'Playwright' is one of the most interesting people on the face of the earth.
9) I also watch The Gilmore Girls (even though last year's season took a distressing dip in quality)
10) I have never understood the appeal of Danny Kaye
11) When I hear my daughter's voice on the phone (she is in Peru for two more years..), I tear up and try to hide it from her (and any other relative who may or may not be on the other phone at the time)
12) As much as I love The Rolling Stones, White Stripes, REM, etc., I think the highpoint of musical, and perhaps all, civilization was Mozart's 40th Symphony in G-Minor.
13) My favorite dessert (here goes my Mr. Sophistication award) is chess pie.
14) I would be happy the rest of my life, cusine-wise, if I alternated eating at 'The Mothership', 'Samurai Sushi', and 'The Greek Touch' (in the arcade).
15) I am addicted to reading blogs (yes, yours is probably one of them!)
16) I engaged in a 25 minute angry phone exchange with a account rep at Vonage and did not utter one curse word - (this was quite a feat for me, trust me). I'm sure plenty of people are happy with Vonage. We aren't 'them'.
17) I have rooted for Vanderbilt sports since I was 8 years old, and despite my extreme frustration with their football program over the years, I will root for them until I forget my name permanently.
18) Despite what I said in #14, I would be totally happy if every Sunday brunch for the rest of my life is eaten at Germantown Cafe.
19) Despite his taste in wives, I think that Woody Allen is a cinematic genius, and I'm very glad he is finally acting his age in his movies.
20) If I had to choose between television, reading books, and listening to music, I would give up items one and two, and concentrate on the 3rd. This answer has changed as I have grown older (some would say OLD)
21) The closest man has ever been to perfection is 90 feet between the bases.
22) I attended Lipscomb for 16 years. I'm still in recovery.

Tortured reasoning, or, Let's go boarding now, everybody's learnin' how..

Bears repeating - From A. Sullivan's blog:

"As long as the War Crimes Act hangs over their heads, they [interrogators] will not take the steps necessary to protect [Americans]," - president Bush at an on-the-record briefing with Kate O'Beirne and Rich Lowry (tough crowd).

Well, one way to get the war crimes act from over their heads is to instruct them not to commit war-crimes. But that doesn't seem to have occurred to the president.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Famous people whose birthday is September 13, or, Old Man take a look at my life, I'm...uh...YOU!

# 1980 Ben Savage (actor)
# 1977 Fiona Apple (singer/songwriter)
# 1959 Jean Smart (actress)
# 1952 John Hutcheson (not all that famous)
# 1948 Nell Carter (actress)
# 1946 Jacqueline Bisset (Actress)
# 1942 Bela Karolyi (gymnist)
# 1941 David Clayton-Thomas (singer)
# 1938 Judith Martin (authority on etiquette)
# 1925 Mel Torme (Singer)
# 1916 Roald Dahl (author)
# 1903 Claudette Colbert (Actress)
# 1860 General John J Pershing (military leader)
# 1857 Milton Snavely Hershey (candy manufacturer)
# 1851 Walter Reed (who proved mosquitos transmit yellow fever)
# 1755 Oliver Evans (pioneered the high-pressure steam engine)

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Sheesh, another moonbat criticism of the Bush doctrine...can't we stop giving succor to the terrorists..

This is another (see below), who said it..What leftist-freedom-hating-terrorist-sympathizing moonbat said this:

George Tenet'’s WMD “slam-dunk,” Vice President Cheney'’s “we will be greeted as liberators,” Don Rumsfeld'’s avidity to promulgate a minimalist military doctrine, together with the tidy theories of a group who call themselves “neo-conservative” (not one of whom, to my knowledge, has ever worn a military uniform), have thus far: de-stabilized the Middle East; alienated the world community from the United States; empowered North Korea, Iran, and Syria; unleashed sectarian carnage in Iraq among tribes who have been cutting each others’ throats for over a thousand years; cost the lives of 2,600 Americans, and the limbs, eyes, organs, spinal cords of another 15,000 —with no end in sight. But not to worry: Democracy is on the march in the Middle East. Just ask Hamas. And the neocons —bright people, all —are now clamoring, “On to Tehran!”

anybody familiar with Christopher Buckley? Son of William F...staunch Republican, speech-writer for George the First...THAT Buckley. I'm telling you, you don't have to look to the left for the most pungent critic of the Bush regime.

I want to see Bush/Cheney/Rumsfeld/Rice look Buckley in the face and tell him that he is aiding terrorism by making such statements.

ft: Roger Abramson

Who said it, or, puttin' the quag in quagmire..

Back in 1991 when the first Bush administration was being criticized in some quarters for not finishing off Saddam when they had the chance, a sage man made the following statement:

..And once we'd done that and we'd gotten rid of Saddam Hussein and his government, then we'd have had to put another government in its place. What kind of government? Should it be a Sunni government or Shi'i government or a Kurdish government or Ba'athist regime? Or maybe we want to bring in some of the Islamic fundamentalists? How long would we have had to stay in Baghdad to keep that government in place? What would happen to the government once U.S. forces withdrew? How many casualties should the United States accept in that effort to try to create clarity and stability in a situation that is inherently unstable? I think it is vitally important for a President to know when to use military force. I think it is also very important for him to know when not to commit U.S. military force. And it's my view that the President got it right both times, that it would have been a mistake for us to get bogged down in the quagmire inside Iraq.

Was it Bill Clinton running for President? Gary Hart? Editors of the New Republic? Editorial staff of the NY Times? Colin Powell? Rolling Stone Magazine?

Give up???

It was...Dick Cheney, and for possibly the last time in his life, he was RIGHT. Shoulda stopped while he was ahead, doncha think?

One little, two little, three little Iraqis, seven little, nine little...or, what happen to 4, 5, 6, 8 and 10..

In order to improve the 'bring out your dead' monthly Baghdad stats(who's keeping score, anyway), the administration has chosen to not count deaths if they were
people killed by bombs, mortars, rockets or other mass attacks including suicide bombings when it reported a dramatic drop in the number of murders in the Baghdad area last month

Apparently the word 'truth' has been dropped from the neo-con dictionary for lack of use...

A brief musical interlude, or, Bladin' through G-Minor

This guy is the Mozart of Rollerblades..

FT: Clicked

You just can't make this macaca up, part 23, or, Allen holds racist rally - excludes whitey..

After the macaca stumble, Incumbent Senator George Allen's lead over Democrat James Webb has also stumbled a bit. get back in the good graces of all the folks who probably won't make it to his 'HOE-DOWN' (insert bad joke here) rally later in October, Allen held an 'ETHNIC RALLY'. Really...

I wonder what percentage of non-caucasian heritage was required to get in...

God bless ya, Senator Allen. You're my favorite comedic Allen since Gracie...

Red Wagon off the rails...arrrghhh, I hate this..

But I guess there is a good reason..

Best Saturday brunch least it, sigh, was..

ft: CK1

Su Casa is're gonna have to say that in English or we ain't coming..or, Eric Crafton es miope y xenófobo

English speaking American city Councilman, Eric Crafton is proposing a bill that would make English the official language of Nashville, AND that all official communications performed by Metro employees be conducted in English.

So, if the bill passes, and the fire deparment gets a call that sounds like this:

mi casa está en llamas y mi perro se está quemando
(my house is in flames and my dog is on fire)..

'We're sorry, unless you phrase your complaint in English we will not be able to respond. Have a great English-speaking day, you hear, now...'

Or, an Hispanic man walks into a clinic with a suspected STD* and exclaims:

Realmente se quema cuando hago pis

Sorry sir, you come back when you can tell us that in English..good luck with that enormous mouth sore....

Sheesh..¿Hay una onza de sentido común en la cabeza de Eric? ¿Está usted fuera de su mente freaking?

Oh, I guess I should translate that...Have a GREAT DAY, Eric....

*NOt intended to exploit any stereotypes that Hispanics are prone to STD..

Sunday, September 10, 2006

His name was Ted, and he died on 9/11

I was at work that morning. I had just signed up for those MSNBC news alerts the week before..Every time something significant happened in the world of news, this little red pulsating dot would start blinking. When you clicked on the dot, you got a pop-up box with a link to the news event. Most of the 'events' up until that day were trivial. When I clicked on the link that day, I read that a plane crashed into one of the World Trade Towers and I thought ...what a horrible could a pilot or control tower go so wrong. A television materialized in a nearby office, and everyone somehow knew to congregate. Suddenly, a second plane hit the other tower. Instantly we knew...

Dial back to 6:00 AM EST...An ordinary man named Ted Moy got on the subway to go to work on an ordinary day. He got to work early, as usual, and at 8:00 AM he called his wife to remind her about an orthodontia appointment for one of his kids. The Moys (Ted and Madeline) had two kids: Jessica (19) and Daniel (14).

Ted and family lived in Silver Spring, Maryland. Ted's job was as a civilian procurement officer for the army. His office was in the Pentagon,Room 1E472,(1 was like first floor, E is the E-ring, and the room was 472).

Dial back 22 years...What we call ordinary often blossoms into extraordinary wonder when you microscope in to see an world emblazoned with love, coincidence, and zest for living.

Ted was born in the USA, but his parents were from a village in the Chinese village of Toi San in the Canton province. He was on a flight to Taiwan...across the aisle was a pretty young woman on a student trip. Ted, no fool, started a conversation with the woman across the aisle..Turns out their parents were from EXACTLY THE SAME VILLAGE in the province of Canton. She was living in San Francisco..he was on the other coast.

Turns out they were both ending up in Hong Kong so they went together and shopped. After arriving home, the onslaught of letters began...3 and 4 a week. There were visits, and three years later, he moved away from his hometown all the way across the country to be near her. Two years later in on June 12th,1980, they married. June 12th was picked by Madeline's mom because it was a lucky day on the Chinese calendar. After marriage, he moved the family back to his home in Silver Spring.

Dial back to the teenage years...Ted wanted to be in the military all of his life. He loved his country and was grateful that his parents had longed for the freedom of America. Ted wanted to repay his country for what it had meant to his parents and himself. Sad to say, Ted was flat-footed, and was not accepted into the military. A few years later, he did the next best thing, and got a job in the Navy Yard as a manager. A few years after that, he moved to the Pentagon as a Department of Defense Employee beginning in 1999.

Ted enjoyed exploring his roots, especially since one of those journeys led him to Madeline, but his true passion, besides his family, was his country. Ted loved to dress in red, white, and blue on the 4th of July...On July 4th, 2001, Ted added a floppy Uncle Sam hat to the ensemble, and told his kids that Uncle Sam wanted THEM.

So, the truth is, Ted was not ordinary at all. He seemed destined to meet the love of his life. He had two wonderful kids, and a job with the government that meant so much to him, and he got to live his passion.

Roll forward to September 11..After calling home to remind his wife about the orthodontia appointment and laughing about the family outing the night before to celebrate Madeline's birthday, he hung up and went back to work in the accounting department where his procurement job was evolving into an elite management position.

At 9:37, an evil bastard who had taken control of American Airlines Flight 77 flew the plane into the E-Ring of the Pentagon destroying an entire section and killing 125 people.

Madeline was at her job at Charles Drew Elementary School when she got a call from her daughter soon after, wondering if she had heard anything. Madeline knew about the plane crashing into the Trade Towers but she didn't know about the Pentagon.

And it got--I started thinking the worst of it, and I started to cry, and I couldn't concentrate at school. And I just devastated from this. And I said, "I sure hope not. Let it not be him. Let it not be daddy. Let it not be Ted." You know, I just hope he's in the right side of the building where they didn't hit, you know? Because the fact that he took this training, he's been moved around just, you know, different parts of Pentagon, and I just couldn't keep up.

And when I came home, after I pick up my son, 'cause he got off early and I got off early, I look at the news, and found out that they got hit from the airplane. But I didn't know what--what area he really worked in, so I said, "Okay, let me call him." … He usually call[s] us at least 3 times a day, call[s] us when we come home from school, call[s] us when he's getting ready to come home, and sometime call[s] us if he's somewhere shopping around for a while.

But I didn't hear from him that morning. It was just--I mean that afternoon when I came home. I just kept praying when I came home, kept looking at the news, and saying that, "It's not like daddy not to call us, Daniel [Mrs. Moy's son, age 14]." And Daniel said, "I think he's all right, mom."

But later on, my believe is that I waited so long, and then plus the fact that he takes the subway, I said, "Okay, I'll give him a few more hours," you know, and then I start to cry. I said, "Hope not, come on, come on home."

Other than her children, Madeline's most precious possession is a gold crucifix they purchased together on that shopping trip in Hong Kong. When she holds it, she feels connected to Ted, and knows that he is in another home, and that she will get to see him again...

Ted's favorite song was 'Stars and Stripes Forever'. His daughter Jessica was part of a string quartet that played that song at Ted's funeral.

It was an ordinary day, and an ordinary man named Ted went to work...and none of us have been the same since.

This blog post is part of the 2,996 tribute to the victims of 9/11. Read about the other victims HERE

A few words about football, and getting wired into a winning TV show ...

Considering that winning isn't something the Titans will be doing much this year, I wanted to post about at least one winner..

First the Titans-Jets game. Until the 4th quarter when our flaming Tacks made the game pretty interesting, the most excitement I felt was watching the cheerleaders perform an awfully frisky routine between the first and second quarters of the game, and when the security guard performed a particularly thorough personal frisking on my person..

But, in the 4th, Bennett decided to catch some passes, and actually looked like the Bennett of the last good Titans season (seems so long ago now). K. Collins was pedestrian, but managed to settle into the groove in the second half. V. Young got the crowd charged up, but eventually charged up nothing but the Jets after his second interception of the day. All in all, there was some fun had, but prospects for the year look bleak, considering the Jets aren't all that, and even they managed to create a passing attack that looked like Johnny U. back in the day.

Those six wins I predicted are going to come awfully hard.

True entertainment: If you don't have HBO, glom onto a friend with HBO. If you do have HBO, I hope you are watching what may be the best TV series of all time - THE WIRE. Good grief, this year's first episode starts out nailing you and ends up schooling you. If you really wanna understand something about race in America, in all its glory and all its turmoil, watch this show. One of the best ensemble casts you will ever see, and probably the best dialogue you will ever hear. Considering that the two chief writers are Richard Price (Clockers, Wanderers, Freedomland, and many more), and Dennis Lehane (Mystic River, among many others), and the two guys behind the show are an ex-cop and an ex-reporter, it is not surprising that this show brings the goods, the bads, and the uglys. It's truly must not miss TV.

One day yer on top, and the next day yer in the dumper...

Yesterday at the WKRN Blogger Meet-up we heard that 'vloggers' nee' bloggers are the future of journalism. The guy (Michael Rosenblum) who told us this was insightful, funny and replete with the anecdotal panache. Of course, as another wise person stated:

But honestly, Mr. Rosenblum is not just any dude with a camera. He's based in New York. He has had previous network employ. He had a buddy he could call at the Learning Channel. Most Dudes With Cameras lack these three key elements when they sit in front of Final Cut with their own personal Amblin's.

So, maybe some of us (and when I say us, I mean you) may break big, ballooning out of the blog-o-sphere into the meeeeeeeeedia.

But then I come home and read this bit of cold water buzz kill from the Kansas City Star (written by a blogger no less):

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it until I’m proven otherwise: Blogs are CB radio with permalinks. And we know how much CB changed the face of citizen media in the 1970s. It spawned a number of books, three "Smokey and the Bandit" movies and "Convoy." Some of its slang lives on, but you don’t see many cars with the antennae on their roofs anymore, do you?

So..are 'we' the future, or is the hammer about to back down?.

Hope to see ya on the flip side...Keep the bugs off your glass and the trouble off your....

¿cuál era esa canción por el SAFARI otra vez?

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Borrowed shamelessly from Parlancheq who is the Magellen of the internet product exploration...Time is a meaningless construct in the world of Parlancheq's explorations..

Apparently the G.O.P. is not so confident about their platform...

Not content with nights two of free advertising from ABC, GOP officials announced:

Republicans are planning to spend the vast majority of their sizable financial war chest over the final 60 days of the campaign attacking Democratic House and Senate candidates over personal issues and local controversies, .

The National Republican Congressional Committee, which this year dispatched a half-dozen operatives to comb through tax, court and other records looking for damaging information on Democratic candidates, plans to spend more than 90 percent of its $50 million-plus advertising budget on what officials described as negative ads.

I guess the budget-busting-excessive-spending-fiasco-in-Iraq-and-losing-ground-in-Afghanistan-secret-torture platform isn't 'selling in Peoria', eh?

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Can you believe those first-amendment hating activists lobbying a TV network not to show a movie before they have EVEN seen it!

Do you think a TV network should back down to a bunch of politically motivated activists just because those activists don't think a politically themed movie is fair or presents a clear picture of an important aspect of our national history?

What's wrong with you people? What are you folks thinking?

Oh yeah, it happened already. CBS was going to air a movie about Ronald Reagan that conservatives thought portrayed their iconic leader unfairly. These activists raised such hell that CBS capitulated and didn't run the movie.

I'm sure these same activists, many of whom are now sprouting blogs are still fighting for what is fair, and surely are protesting ABC's depiction of the pre-9/11 years of the Clinton administration, complete with scenes fabricated and distorted. I'm sure these folks want to be consistent right? Surely they wouldn't critisize folks who are asking ABC to do the right thing?

hmmmmmmm...guess not.

I would like to know why ABC released preview editions of this movie to prominent conservatives and neglected to give middle of the road and progressive types a shot at the movie, and more importantly why they didn't send previews to the people who actually were PART of the event the film portrays.

I'm smelling hyprocrisy here. Yeah, ABC is admitting here in the states that the film is Disney-like in it's accuracy. But, as S-townMike points out, the film is being advertised world-wide as WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

I didn't care for Oliver Stone's version of the Kennedy assassination because I never knew watching the film what was historical and what had sprung from the fertile mind of Stone. I hope the folks around the world and here in the US who bother to watch this realize that this concoction has similiar import and in the word of Stephen Colbert, it only contains 'truthiness' - the truth that the neo-con sycophants want you to see.

"I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone it, People Like Me!"

Let's try this again, I don't know how good I am, and I really hope that SOME people like me, but I do know that I was smart enough to win Ceelcee's internet scavenger hunt which resulted in a free (free-to-me) meal at The Mothership. I knew that Chris was going to be fun to meet based on his blog and all those 'doggone' people who sing his praises.

Not only did I get to dine with the 'C', 'Dr' Woo was there with his camera taking some rather cheesy shots, along with the Cobles* and Malia. In the middle of the whole deal, Captain Video, Blake Wylie showed up and ate with us. All in all, it was a great lunch - the best bbq in Nashville - and some of the best company a blogger could have.

I'm not sure that I would have met any of these folks if I wasn't a blogger. I can't say if my blog has edified anyone, but the off-shoot of having a blog - meeting other bloggers - has sure edified me, doggone it.

P.S. If for no other reason (and actually there are plenty of reasons) than Kat recommending watching 'The Corner' on HBO's on-demand, I am grateful to know Kat who continues to create one of the best-written blogs in the Tennessee world o' blogs.

In case you missed it, or, Why is it that we went to war again....

A Senate study on pre-war intelligence has come up with a few interesting facts..the neo-cons and Iraqi-war backers will call it trivia...I'd say it pretty much blows up EVERY excuse the Bushies used to promulgate the Iraqi war.

There wa’s no evidence Saddam Hussein had ties with al-Qaida, according to a Senate report issued Friday on prewar intelligence .....

Bush administration officials have insisted on a link between the Iraqi regime and terror leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. Intelligence agencies, however, concluded there was none.............

The declassified document released Friday by the intelligence committee also explores the role that inaccurate information supplied by the anti-Saddam exile group the Iraqi National Congress had in the march to war.

It concludes that postwar findings do not support a 2002 intelligence community report that Iraq was reconstituting its nuclear program, possessed biological weapons or ever developed mobile facilities for producing biological warfare agents.

It discloses for the first time an October 2005 CIA assessment that prior to the war Saddam’'s government “did not have a relationship, harbor, or turn a blind eye toward Zarqawi and his associates.”

Bush and other administration officials have said that the presence of Zarqawi in Iraq before the war was evidence of a connection between Saddam'’s government and al-Qaida. Zarqawi was killed by a U.S. airstrike in June this year.

Saddam was an horrid human being who was loathed by the militant-religious-jihadists because he was a secularist. He did not support their efforts because it would have ruined his fiefdom and ultimately would have stripped his power and back-dated his country into the Mullah-morass. Does ANYBODY see any irony here?

What we have left is the tatters of a 'Wilsonian-lite' neo-con wet dream of democracy in Iraq. Someone better ask quickly how that is going, because there 121 (on average) less civilians a day in Iraq who WILL BE ABLE TO ANSWER.

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