Friday, October 9, 2009

Whatta Ya Gotta Do to Get a Nobel Peace Prize Around Here? Nothing, Apparently

Hey! Guess who won the Nobel Peace Prize? Yes, our president, who took office only two weeks before the nominating deadline. Very interesting. Let's be honest: Barack Obama won the Prize for not being George W. Bush. With less than half a month of presidential and peace-making experience, Obama got a prize for what it is hoped that he would do, rather than what he has actually done. Kind of the way he won the presidential election, on the basis of ethereal hope rather than cold, hard fact.

Mickey Kaus, writing in Slate magazine, thinks it would be a good idea for President Obama to decline the honor, for a number of very sound reasons.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Oh, Quicksdraw!



This tickles my funny bone. I don't know why, maybe there's something wrong with me, but Quickdraw McGraw done as a German expressionist film with Peter Lorre is right up my alley. But seriously, who wouldn't want Peter Lorre to do a voice over on their cartoon? It's too bad he's not around to do a guest shot on "The Simpsons."

Anyhoo, found this animation on Merrill Markoe's blog. She dated David Letterman back in the 1980s and makes her "big comment" on Dave's current "situation."

By the by, I don't want to ever again hear Dave talk about having sex. It's just icky. George Clooney wants to talk about getting physical with the women in his life, fine. Salma Hayek wants to talk sex, giddy-up. David Letterman? Please! No more. It's like having an amusing but creepy relative tell tales about what he does behind closed doors. I just don't want to hear it.

Monday, October 5, 2009

That Toddlin' Town

Found this video on another blog, one by the name of B News, and it is a travelogue from 1948 about the city of my birth, Chicago. It's interesting to note how much has changed, how many more skyscrapers there are now downtown and along the lakeshore, and how many things have passed, like the Stockyards.

The Compound: A Dream, with Illustrations

I have always wanted a compound. Like the "Kennedy compound." If the Kennedy's can have a compound, why can't I have one too?

It would be nice to have a house somewhere in the woods, but it would have to be near a body of water. I like the woods. I like water. Especially when the water comes in bodies.

But I like the beach as well. A compound on the beach would be nice. With a view of the water. A body of water. A large body of water.

My compound would need a name. I can't call it the Kennedy Compound. That's already taken. And my name is not Kennedy. So it wouldn't make any sense to call it the Kennedy Compound. Maybe I'll just call it Area 13. Area 51 has been done. That's so 20th century. Area 13 sounds cool. People think 13 is an unlucky number. But you're not unlucky if you have your own compound. Although, I guess, the Kennedy's can be unlucky at times.

A compound needs buildings. We need buildings to live in, and sleep in, drink and eat and do nothing in.

But I'm not handy. I don't know how to build a building.

Maybe I could find something already built.

This looks nice. It's already built. It's got a modern look. Modern, if it were 1960. It's retro chic, let's say. And it's got a tower.

The tower has stairs for me to climb. And it's got an antenna. It will get signals from, well, you know from where. From there. They are out there. And they are communicating with me.

I will grant you, the place is a bit of a fixer-upper. I said I'm not handy. But I could learn.

When I live on the compound with my fellow compounders, with my Family (come to me my babies), I will need to let the paparazzi know they are not welcome. No paparazzi, nor Feds (G-Men if you will), nor gawkers or stalkers. But I will welcome the Census takers. I want to be counted. Everyone else will be have to stay away.

A compound, to truly be a compound, must have more than one building.

As I walk the grounds of my compound (I will often use the word "compound" because I like it so much) I will need on occasion to take shelter. From the sun. Or the rain. Or maybe I will just need a place to have a picnic. A picnic shelter on the beach.

I would like my compound to have a lot of bathrooms. Any compound worth it's salt should have a lot of bathrooms. They will be dispersed to various points on the compound grounds.

In the evenings, when the day is done, we will dine on sushi while sitting on the Upside Down Aquatic Gallows Poles. Then we will swim, but only after we wait an hour.

This Dream Ends Here.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Caring Republicans? They're a Long Time Passing

Soooo...just what is the Republican plan for health care reform?

There isn't one. Nor will there be one. The Republicans prefer simply to be negative rather than to engage the Democrats in a positive way.

Once upon a time, Republicans actually cared about America and Americans. Barry Goldwater cared about the environment. Dwight Eisenhower cared enough about America that he warned us all about the danger of a overly powerful military-industrial complex. Theodore Roosevelt feared the effect monopolies had on everyday, working Americans. Even Richard Nixon cared enough about the future of our country to create the Environmental Protection Agency.

Where are these Republicans now? They aren't to be found. The caring GOP of yesteryear has been replaced by a corporatist party concerned with nothing more than power. (The Democrats aren't much better, but that's a discussion for another day.)

So what do we do now? Maybe Public Enemy was right. We've got to Fight the Power. We can all start by writing our Congressional representative and our Senators and demanding a government option. With e-mail and faxes, the ability to quickly communicate with our elected officials has never been easier. So get busy. Our lives may actually depend on it.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Michael Buble "I've Got the World on a String"

He's Sinatra without the menace. Sinatra if Sinatra had a French Canadian accent. Sinatra if Sinatra had the ability to be a goofy ham bone. He's not Sinatra, he's his own man. He's Michael Buble.

Things I Need to Get Off My Chest: What Sucks and What Does Not

-Why Republicans suck: The minority party (the one without any actual minorities in it) is criticizing President Obama for going to Copenhagen to promote Chicago's bid for the 2016 Olympics. The House Minority Leader says there's too many important things here at home to work on, like health care. Last time I checked, the Republicans haven't done a damn thing about health care other than lying to the American public about how health care reform is actually the beginning of the Fascist dictatorship Obama wants to be the head of.

-Why President Obama sucks: I don't know why the Republicans are complaining about Obama leaving the country for a day. Obama has been in-country all summer and he doesn't seem to have lifted a finger to get the health care deal done, other than to give a nice little speech, which fell on deaf Republican ears. If he had actually turned the screws, the bill would be a done deal by now.

-Why Democrats suck: You guys are in the majority now. You control the White House and both houses of Congress. Time to stand up and do what's right and shove through a health care bill with a public option. (Single payer would be better, but I hesitate to ask for too much from you.) You don't need Republican support and no matter how many concessions you make you will never get it. So do what's right.

-Why this situation sucks for Democrats and for all of us really: If a decent health care bill is not passed Barack Obama will be a one term president and we'll be stuck with some knucklehead like Mitt Romney in the White House. Progressives, liberal Democrats and independent voters put Obama in the presidency and without genuine health care reform most of those voters are lost. Keith Olbermann, of MSNBCBSABCDEFG, has already floated the idea that without the reforms Obama promised a progressive may rise up to run against the president in the 2012 Democratic primaries.

-Why Chicago doesn't suck: It's a great city. Like any metropolis, it has it's problems, but it is overall a pretty darn good town. It deserves the Olympics. We will do it right and the city, and all of America, will look good.