Uncle Carl Paladino had a bit of a confrontation with NY Post editor Fred Dicker last night. Something to do with Carl’s unsubstantiated allegations of an affair by Andy Cuomo (which is somewhat ironic in light of the fact that Carl himself has a daughter born out of wedlock). I think this guy is not only trailer trash, but he’s nuts, too. Could be an insteresting 4 years if Carl gets elected (as if NY State government wasn’t already enough like the Jerry Springer Show). As I’ve said before, Carl puts the “goober” in gubernatorial.
Speaking of Republican candidates for Guv, California’s Meg Whitman seems to have a bit of an illegal immigrant problem, in terms of her former maid. The maid is not only claiming that Whitman knew of her immigration status well before Meggy shitcanned her in advance of her run for Governor, but that Whitman also subjected her maid to “financial and emotional abuse for the nine years she was employed.”
Sad news yesterday: Greg Giraldo passed away at the age of 44. A shame. Fourty-four was such a promising number not all that long ago. Now? Well, 44 has really turned to crap.
Tony Curtis (aka, Bernard Schwartz) has also passed away at the age of 85. Tony was in a lot of stuff over the years, but I’ll remember him best for two things: playing Harry Houdini, and his portrayal of “Stony Curtis” in the Flintstones. Oh, and I really loved the way he said, “Thpartacuth.”
Fish Guy has sent me a message, wondering if there’ll be a Seditionist meetup in DC during the ‘Rally To Restore Sanity’/’March To Keep Fear Alive’ at the end of next month. So, how about it? Any takers? Can DC handle all 6 of us in one place? Is anyone willing to risk an FBI home invasion by the Obama Justice Department by assembling peacefully?
Y’all think on it, and let us know. In the meantime, I’m running a but late, ‘cuz I slept in ’til 5:30 this morning. Now half the day is shot. If you’re on the East Coast, try and stay dry out there today.
To SueP
“Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose
Yes, contrary to Conventional Wisdom, I can attest to this.
I wish I could come to the ‘March’ but it ain’t gonna happen.
I’m glad I was busy, tired, and lazy last night because pj would have had nuttin’. I even had the Paladino all cued up and thought it really deserved to be above the fold.
Arthur Penn dies at 88; director of landmark film ‘Bonnie and Clyde’
This was my favorite.
:missing gun smiley for ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ 🙁 :gate:
I’d have just have regaled everyone with tales of casket makers and lost Central New York glory.
I, too, will be unable to attend the shindig, because the Obama Administration had so far failed to extend my undercover demonstrator job contract, which ends at midnight tonight.
A bummer, because, not only could I use the extra cash, but I was hoping to turn my neighbor in as a subversive, and watch the FBI come and tear her house apart, looking for terrorist-related peace propaganda.
Besides the obvious enjoyment, and feelings of superiority & empowerment, every subversive I turn in nets me a $25 Amazon gift card.
That reminds me, I need to turn in that list of e-mail addresses I’ve been collecting by the end of the day.
And thus pj recoups his MS Blog expenses. Your contributions have already been made, some more than others.
I don’t think 44 has been as much of a disappointment as PJ and other MS folks do. That may be because I am an old dope and have lived through many really upsetting presidents.
My parents were radicals (that’s their designation of themselves). McCarthy got them pretty good and they feared the consequences of my actions as I got old enough to do my own protesting etc. I never believe that things will be great. There are always too many forces that thrive on keeping things they way they are and too many people who help them. Unions could not have been destroyed without the help of workers, many of whom believe that unions hurt them. The redistribution of wealth from the have nots to the haves could not happen without the chorus of poorer folks who are convinced that its good for them. The earth could not be warming without the help of people who know so little but shout so loud.
So, now we have a president who has not done a lot of stuff I’d love to see.
I’ve learned to count my blessing though they may be small and to do whatever I can to make better things happen… a pursuit that is often in vain.
Would be be better off with Romney? Hillary? McCain?
I think Obama is a decent man and I think he represents the possibility that some better things can be made to happen. I don’t see a choice and I’m too old and stupid to give up.
At some point, I think you just have to ask yourself whether or not ‘Better then Bush’ (or McCain, or Palin, or…) is good enough. I don’t think it is.
That doesn’t mean I won’t vote for the least nauseating choice I get, but it also doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.
No matter how low (or perhaps “realistic” would be a more accurate term) my expectations of Obama might have been, I still think it’s possible to be disappointed in the fact that he didn’t exceed them. And he’s actually lowered the bar on some issues.
I mean, if I buy a lottery ticket, I don’t really expect to win. But that doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed when I don’t.
Sometimes, it downright pisses me off.
I am not as upset as many are but I have to say, for a 44, he is a he is a disappointment.
I’m much more pissed off at others – like “The Democrats” in general, and more specifically at a-holes like Max Baucus (don’t really feel like getting myself all worked up right now, so I won’t go through the DINO list; the Senate alone makes me want to scream).
But I find myself less engaged all the time. Must be a defense mechanism. I really just want to keep my job, get out to my new house in the country, be a happy idiot M-F and play with my tractor on weekends, and run out the clock on the 25 or so years I have left without too much aggravation.
That’s all.
Oh, and if my goddamn foot would stop hurting, that would be nice, too.
“I really just want to keep my job,”
Just don’t beat yourself up over that. In the end, no matter what our politics, it will always come down to our own lives.
We hurt, we care, we try but money has always equaled power and we will all have to chase it so we don’t drown. But we will find some love (if we’re awake enough) along the way.
A friend of mine had a terrible accident last week and is having coming to grips with being a quadreplegic. Fortunately (and I could not be trying to be anymore ironic) he has really good health care.
I will return to that perspective many times in the future if I feel things closing in.
I had a lab class today where someone in a group of three dropped a piece of equipment that didn’t break or seem damaged in any way. But the instructor kicked the whole group, not just the person who dropped it, out. I’d be pretty fucking pissed if I was in that group. I’d probably swear a bunch, too. Just thinking about it makes me wanna swear.
Modern/postmodern art and architecture history isn’t too bad. Except the instructor thinks he’s funny or something, but really he’s just annoying, teetering on rude and obnoxious. Other than that he seems nice. We have to remember a shit load of images too with the artists’ names, title, dates, style and one significant fact. Plus there’s a bunch of writing that’s mostly bs.
Tony Curtis sounded like Bronx Greek in that movie.
Something about the oil lotion scene struck oddly as well.
SOME LIKE IT HOT!
pj, did you have this before?
It was my other foot before.