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Saturday, July 30, 2005

Patriot picnic fun

Well, I made it. When no one stepped forward to offer a ride I followed through with Plan B. Hopping a #6E southbound bus out of the Uptown Transit Center, it took me just south of Southdale. I had my pinkmonkeybike with me.
Did you know there are about 150 wrong turns you can take on a bicycle on your way to Eden Prairie. True. And I think I may have taken about half of those. To make this even more fun, today is a real doozy of a scorcher and I had a nice head wind virtually the whole trip.
I met some nice folks on the way, too, who gave me bad direction.

I can only imagine that my 1999 Rand McNally street map has fallen out of date. For instance, they seem to have moved Hwy 169. While I had no intention of taking the hiway, the road I was on passed under it miles from where it was supposed to be!

Fortunately, I was prepared. I had my portable radio with me and listened to the NARN show on my bike. But the last straw was that fellow who gave me bad directions. His advice brought me the wrong way around the Flying Cloud Airport. At least, it was all downhill. And at the bottom of the hill, lo and behold, was the Lyon's Pub. Oh sweet blessings were beheld when I laid eyes upon this restaurant and tavern. I was down. I was fried. I was kicked and dusted. The pounding heat and fatigue stole all my resolve. I didn't care about the Patriot Picnic anymore. Mitch Berg had announced that most of the food was gone by now anyway.

Humbled and distraught, I locked my bike to a pole, stumbled inside and ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a cold, frosty glass of Leinenkugel's beer. Thank God in Heaven, it was air-conditioned in there.
That meal reconstituted me. I was newly fortified. Yes! I now realized I could still do it. After all, I'd taken just about every wrong turn possible. Through the process of elimination, I could hardly help but find the grounds.

"Mission accomplished" read the banner I'd hung on my bike as I cruised into the picnic. I felt like a conquering hero. Swiftee was on hand to offer me a cold Corona. Parking my sunburnt ass in the shade, I greedily slurped it after first pressing its icy cold container against my sweating brow..


I cracked you, Patriot Picnic! I defied the odds and got there from my home on nothing but sheer will power, Metro Transit and my own two legs on my bike. And nothing could stop me. Not the heat. Not the wind. Not the moron at the intersection of County Rd 1 and Hwy 212.

Lance Armstrong ain't got nothin' on this pinkmonkeybird.

Fortunately, Wog of Wog's Blog had room in his car for me and my bike and he gave me a ride all the way to my home. Thanks Wog for the ride. And thanks Swiftee for the cold beers.

Comment; I forgot to mention that just about everyone at the picnic who I spoke with also got lost and took some of those wrong turns. Lesson learned? Next time I take such a trip, I will print out Google Maps of my route. Google Maps makes my Rand-McNally map obsolete.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

The man with the screaming brain

Last night I went to the Oak Street Cinema to see this brand new Bruce Campbell movie. I became a fan of Campbell when I saw the Evil Dead trilogy movies. He is an hilarious and unique talent. Somehow, he is able to take a drab, throwaway line like, "So it's all come down to this.", and sound oddly heroic.
Frankly, the only reason I attended the screening, rather than wait for the dvd to come out, was because of Campbell's live appearance. I hadn't expected the movie to be much good. (Gasp!) Let's be realists. Most movies are not much good. Most of the time they fail on enough levels so as to make you wish you'd saved yourself the time and money. But at least I would see Campbell live and that could be cool.
But I was wrong. Shame on me. This movie is good entertainment. It starts off a little slow, yes. But once it takes off it has a nifty charm that made me love it. The key to the success of this movie is that the movie knows what the movie is. Credit Campbell, who directed, with that. It's a low-budget comedy horror and it knows it's a low-budget comedy horror.
It's got laughs, thrills. It's innovative. Let's take innovative. There is a shot that had to be invented on the spot. The movie is shot in Bulgaria, a place with many leftover Communist statues in the public streets. One of these statues was of a group of suffering people and one of the figures is holding his head in weariness. In the movie, the monster, who has many reasons to weary, himself, sits down next to this statue to hold his own head. That simple shot earned a well deserved laugh from the audience and gained quite bit of respect for the talents of the director.

After the movie I caught Campbell across the street at Stub & Herb's bar where he autographed my book.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

GWOT becomes gsave

Signaling further that the Global War On Terror has turned a corner, it's got a new name. The White House is now preferring to call it the Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism. That spells "GSAVE", as in "Global SAVE" or "Save the World" if you want to think of it that way.

In recent speeches and news conferences, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld and the country's top military officer have spoken of "a global struggle against violent extremism" rather than "the global war on terror," which had been the catchphrase of choice.

Will the Democrats charge that the Bush White House made a serious mistake in calling it GWOT since 2001? Of course they will. But naturally, I disagree. The benefit of calling it War in the wake of 9/11 was that Islamic Radicalism was at war with America for many years and it was high time we recognized it. There is no better way of declaring war than coming right out and saying so, like Groucho Marx in Duck Soup, "Of course you know this means war!" When al Qaeda's officers were running from cave to cave trying to escape daisycutters or MOAB's from above, it might have been useful for them to know that America was calling this war. Useful, I say, just to be sure they had no doubts over the matter.

There have been signs that the war is now changing its complexion. You can't use a bomb dropped from a B2 to stop the London suicide terrorists. But it would be a mistake for bin Laden to think he's now safe to take a walk in a field while a drone buzzes overhead.

A hellfire missile fired upon Osama would "struggle" his terrorist ass into little, tiny pieces.

I need a ride

This Saturday is the am1280 The Patriot picnic in Eden Prairie. I'm looking for a lift. Anybody reading this blog who has a ride for me can email me or just leave a Comment. I'd like to leave Uptown Minneapolis between 10:30 and 11 o'clock this Saturday morning. Since the NARN will broadcast live from the picnic, I think I'd like to leave for home between 4 o'clock and 4:30.

It should be fun. I hope to hear from you. I've got a couple of bucks for you in gas money. If you prefer, I would be glad to meet you at Southdale. The bus would take me there from my home.

How, you may ask, will I get to the picnic if I get no takers? I'm planning on taking my bike on the bus to Southdale and then will bicycle to the park from allowing.

Think of it! This is your opportunity to meet a world-famous blogger who is read the world over. My meter attests to approximately 30 hits per day! And while you're driving us to the picnic, you can ask me any questions of politics or music or mass transit and I will come up with spontaneous stuff to say.

Happy birdday to me

The world may be going to Hades in a handbasket, but one good thing can be said. Today is pinkmonkeybird's birdday...erm, birthday..or anniversary. 365 days ago this blog was born.

I see another blog is also celebrating it's anniversary.

Welcome Bogus Gold readers. Please check out my more recent post regarding my need of a ride to the Patriot Picnic. And also please forgive my desecration in failing to recall the word "blogiversary". The Samizdata Police will surely be gunning for me. I am sooooo busted.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Sympathy for egypt

In the building where I work downtown there is a convenience store owned and operated by a lovely Egyptian family. I go there often to buy snacks in the course of my day and I've come to know this family on just a surface level of smiles and "thank you"s.
When the resort city of Sharm el-Sheik was struck by terrorists last Friday, my thoughts went out to this family. Perhaps someone they knew was hurt or killed in the blasts. Perhaps they have friends or relatives who would be hindered by the loss of tourist trade in their homeland.

And there are other thoughts, as well. America is at war. Muslims are too often targeted with hatred and misunderstandings because of their faith. Surely, this family would have to be at least a bit guarded in the wake of the London bombings. What if another terrorist attack occurs in the United States? I wouldn't want these Egyptians to have to endure silence and uncertainty, imagining the worst, perhaps from their customers.

It is common courtesy to express condolences and sympathy with people when tragedy and harm befall them or befall their land and loved ones. So today being Monday, the first day in the convenience shop since the bombing, I took time to express these condolences to, Neshwa, the Egyptian wife as she stood behind the cash register. She didn't know what I was talking about, at first. She and the entire family do speak English. But I think it seemed the topic was too far removed from her thoughts in that store. Most, if not all, of the customers she faces are oblivious to any such consideration. I think it may be politically incorrect to acknowledge that the folks running the store are in the slightest way different from anyone else. But when I said the name Sharm el-Sheik, there was recognition in her expression.
It was difficult for me to extend sympathy sincerely to this woman, as she laughed my ovation off. She tut-tutted me (no pun intended) that it's alright...these things always happen and it's not important.

Hmmmmmm. Dozens of innocent people were slaughtered in her homeland and it's "not important"?! Of course, it's impossible for me to know what her rationale is. I don't know her so well as to press the point. It is possible that the family has made a conscious decision to downplay any acknowledgements as it could be bad for business. Perhaps it is better if everybody just pretends there is no war, that no one is dead, that there is no terror.

I don't know the answers to these questions. It's all very strange, this war. A war that is claiming lives, a war upon which so very much hinges yet is pretended not to exist.

Maybe this is one reason why I write a blog. Here, I can express my sympathies for the people of Sharm el-Sheik, for the people of Egypt and for a lovely, good-hearted Egyptian Muslim family running a convenience store in Minneapolis.

Because I think it is important.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Ramones live on

I was lucky enough to have this evening free to attend the screening tonight of a documentary film on the Ramones at the Suburban World theater. It's called Ramones: End Of The Century.
I'd had a chance to see this movie once before, but I was tired or wasn't in the mood. But it's copped some buzz and tonight I made a point of catching it. Imagine my surprise when I learned that admission was free due to a sponsorship from Toyota Motors, and they had a keg of cold ale on tap gratis, as well.
Lemme get this straight. It's 98 frickin' degrees outside. And this documentary on the greatest punk rock band of all time is free and free beer is provided and it's all in an air-conditioned theater just two blocks from my house? I'd have to be nuts to not be there!

I thoroughly enjoyed this movie. It brought me back to my youth and reminded me who I was then and who I still am today. I can't tell you how many times I laughed out loud at this screening. Looking around, I was one of the very, very few who actually lived through the Ramones in the 1970's. That was a bit of a surprise to me. I fully expected to run into some old faces from those days. Nope. Guess they didn't know there was free beer.

The movie is competently made. I learned a thing or two I didn't know before. Such as, DeeDee's girlfriend, Connie. I didn't know squat about her, and the movie told of what an awful person she was. But there was nada about Johnny's innovative amplifier setup which made his guitar sound so big. That was a key element of the Ramones and the film was clueless about it. During a Q&A session after the screening, I brought up the issue and the filmmaker did not know what I was talking about.

It's sadly ironic that only the drummers of this band survive to this day. Tommy left the band after the 3rd album, Rocket To Russia.
Even in their formation, the Ramones had difficulty finding someone to play the drums. That's how Tommy got enlisted. He was their "advisor" at the time and the drummer who was to audition that day didn't show up. So Tommy played. After Tommy left the sticks, the band took up Marky and Richie.

Now the drummers are the only survivors of the band. In case you don't know already, I love the Ramones. They were the Beatles to me. They showed me that simplicity is powerful, that heart goes further than technical ability and most of all, they showed me that individuality and confidence in one's self are things to embrace.

Update: Oh yes, and they taught me another thing. Brevity.

James doohan, r.i.p.

The actor who is known to just about everyone as Scotty has passed away.

A couple of thoughts. I didn't know Doohan was missing a finger. But when I'd read about it, I recalled a shot or two in Star Trek where he'd been holding his hand in an unnatural manner but I'd not known what to make of that. I'm not doing an investigative report for you on all the Treks and what Scotty's doing with his hands. But sooner or later I'll catch up with this matter and bring the facts to you, dear pinkmonkeybirdreader.

Another thing. And no one I know of has ever addressed this. In the earlier shows, Scotty combs his hair forward with bangs across his eyebrows.
In season three he combs his hair straight back.

Why? I always liked the bangs. They made Scotty look friendlier, imho. When he combed it straight back, he seemed a bit more distant and impersonal. I suspect there was some reason for this. I doubt that some exec at NBC decided that more women would watch Star Trek more if Scotty combed his hair back. But I doubt that Doohan just changed it on a whim.

Maybe Doohan had a weird growth growing out of his pate and the comb-over covered it up. Anyone who hides a missing finger is capable of anything. I don't know. But it will haunt me for the rest of my days until I learn why. Doohan may rest in peace, but I won't. Maybe I'll find my answer in the official Star Trek site forum. After all, isn't that what forums were created for?

Btw, Lileks has a thought or two about Scotty.

Update: Martin Andrade also weighs in on Scotty. Be sure to check out the Comments.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

GOP leadership seminar

I attended a GOP leadership seminar yesterday evening in St. Paul. There were about 30 other leaders in attendance. It was lead by Deputy Chair Eric Hoplin, and another sharp fellow named Bill, whose last name escapes me, I'm sorry to say. Leslie Wilcox also lent a hand.
I must say these three conducted a very effective seminar. I wasn't familiar with Hoplin's face and I'd thought he must have been a professional motivational speaker when I first arrived.
The meeting began with everyone being encouraged to introduce themselves and their BPOU and a word or two about what they like about being a Republican. Someone said they like the celebration parties. Someone said they like to argue politics. When the spotlight fell on me I decided to be a wise ass;
"Hi. I'm Scott Brooks, vice chair of SD60. I'm involved in the party because of the women." (laughter) "Republican chicks dig me." (wild, frenzied guffaws)
Eric commented that some folks present really liked my answer. I couldn't wipe my self-congratulatory smirk off my face for the rest of the evening. Meanwhile, I'm sure there is at least one woman from that room who now thinks I'm creepy. To her, I sincerely apologize. Also, what are you doing this Saturday evening? Email me, babe.

The seminar somehow recovered from my joke making and proceeded with business. They were doing a very thorough job of brass tacks leadership fundamentals, tactics, concepts of politiking when a familiar face appeared at the door and confidently walked into the room; Governor Tim Pawlenty. The governor explained that he was in the neighborhood (we were on Capital Hill) and learned we were there and wanted to take some of our time to talk with us.
I must say that the governor looked very youthful and fit. (Would you believe I conducted a Search in Fraters Libertas for "Pawlenty youthful fit" and came up empty? What is up with that?) I never noticed his hair until yesterday. Remember when the governor looked kind of like a high school kid with ears that stuck out and a crew cut? Well that's all a thing of the past. Now he looks like a popular governor who might be presidential material someday. Amazing what a good hair style will do for a politician. I don't know how anyone got elected in the 1970s.

Anyways, should I bore you with the details of the governor's points? No disrespect to the governor is intended by me whatsoever in my saying that. What I mean is to say is simply that the governor has done a very good job of getting his message before the people of the state and he'd pretty much just reiterated those points to us yesterday. For instance, he pointed out that the Democrats had targeted a hit with the state shutdown because they realized they had to do something to dent his high popularity ratings.
I tell ya, it's stuff like this that makes me ashamed I'm involved in politics at all. I think the governor is absolutely right about this, but it's embarrassing to all of us that politiking is brought to such a low level. No wonder I stayed away so long. It's just sleazy.

I'm reminded of what my former BPOU Chair (now Deputy Chair) once told me; Politics is not for idealists. This seminar was useful.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Mutually assured destruction

Hugh Hewitt's program today was very provocative material for thought on the Doomsday Machine. It was instigated by Congressman Tancredo's statement that perhaps the U.S. ought to come forth with a declaration that if the U.S. is attacked with WMD by Islamic terrorists, our response could be to "take out their holy sites."
Hugh decried this as stupid and insane. But is it? After all, it worked during the Cold War.

Hugh seems to be leaping one step ahead of Tancredo's statement:

PC: Now here's the other thing, too, with the possibility of an attack. I had Juval Aviv on the program last Friday. He's a former Israeli counter terrorism expert. He's claiming that an attack on U.S. soil is imminent, like the kind we saw in London, within the next 90 days. And he said it's not just going to be one city like New York or just major areas, but probably six, seven, eight cities, some of them right in the heartland. Worse case scenario, if they do have these nukes inside the borders, and they were to use something like that, what would our response be?

TT: What would be the know, there are things that you could threaten to do before something like that happens, and then you may have to do afterwards, that are quite draconian.

PC: Such as?

TT: Well, what if you said something like if this happens in the United States, and we determine it is the result of extremist, fundamentalist Muslims, you know, you could take out their Holy sites.

PC: You're talking about bombing Mecca.

TT: Yeah. I mean, what if you said, what if you said that this is the...we recognize that this is the ultimate threat to the United States. Therefore, this is the ultimate threat...this is the ultimate response. I mean, I don't know. I'm just throwing out there some ideas, because it seems to me at this point in time, or at that point in time, you would be talking about taking the most draconian measures you could possibly imagine. And...because other than that, all you could do is, once again, tighten up internally.
(text courtesy of Radio Blogger. Emphasis mine.)

If the terrorists believe that there is a good chance that a wmd attack on America would mean the vaporization of Mecca, who thinks for a moment an Islamic fundamentalist would provoke such a thing? Tancredo's point is not that Mecca would be destroyed, but rather that America and Mecca would be preserved through the draconian threat.

Further, such a threat should inspire the rest of Islam to be more proactive in stopping the terrorists from carrying out such an attack upon America.

Having said all this, I still do not think it's a good idea. For if it failed, America would then be obliged to carry through with it's horrible retaliation and this would most likely bring about Armageddon, as Hugh projected.

One of the best opinions voiced on the program was from Yonni. He pointed out that an urge to bomb Mecca under such circumstances as a wmd attack upon America is "normal". There would be an instant gratification in seeing Mecca vaporized in retaliation for the most deadly and destructive weapons unleashed upon one or more American cities. But it would lead to a worse situation than what we now have or would then have in the realization of a gigantic crater created in the place where New York City used to stand.

All of these scenarios are very, very frightening and dreadfully depressing. But I think Hugh is right, despite the fact that he did not make a thorough explanation of the differences between the effect that Tancredo's threat might have in preventing such a deadly attack, and the dire consequences of America's following through on its threat.
I am reminded of the best movie ever made about this subject, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb. As the nuclear attack proceeds upon the USSR, it is revealed by the Russian ambassador, Alexi de Sadesky, that his country has a weapon known as the Doomsday Machine. Once a nuclear attack is launched upon the Soviet Union, this terrible weapon would automatically destroy the entire world. Thus, no one would dare attack them.
"But," it is pointed out by President Merkin Muffley, "such a threat will not be effective unless you tell people about it first. Why didn't you tell anyone?!"
The Russian ambassador glumly notes that it was to be revealed soon during the Soviet Premier's birthday celebration.
I think that's what Tancredo's musing was about. He never said we should implement such a threat. He only posed the idea that it might be considered. And I think he'd posed it in the spirit that it would be such an awful threat to the terrorists, it would stay their hand and we would never, never have to carry it out. For the vaporization of Mecca would be doomsday for the Islamofascists.

Lie of our times

John "Rocketman" Hinderaker sums up the true facts of the Wilson/Plame lies spread by the msm.

The misinformation on this matter is nothing short of appalling. I am confident that if I took a random poll of people I encounter on a daily basis, probably something of the order of 9 out of 10 people would be under the false assumption that Bush lied and that Joe Wilson outed him.

I am very sad to say that journalism is no longer an honorable profession. It is actually fashionable to invent one's own truth.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Wretchard outs himself

My name is Richard Fernandez, of Filipino birth and Australian citizenship. My interest in history probably began at Harvard, from which I graduated with a Masters in Public Policy. Wretchard is the name of an imaginary cat, the symbol of that entire race of stoic, yet somewhat foolish creatures. Belmont is the name of a suburb I roomed in while at Cambridge, Mass.

Is this the end and the beginning of a new chapter in the right wing of the blogosphere?

I didn't see this coming. Are we next to see Richard Fernandez regularly as a panelist on Fox News Sunday?

Somehow I doubt that.

Are we breathing down Osama's neck?

The Times Online reports some of the details of the downed Chinook helicopter in Afghanistan and the loss of Navy Seals in a stealth operation.
Wretchard of Belmont Club is mentioned in this piece. Regular readers of Belmont Club will find nothing new in this newspaper column. But it's interesting that an influential military analysis blog is impacting the printed media in such a way.

"Its insertion represented an extraordinary risk," said the author of an influential military blog known as Wretchard. "They would be operating in an area known to be a stronghold of the Taliban, where any contact with the enemy automatically meant they would be grossly overmatched."

The SEALS and America mourn the loss of these fine men (and the search for at least one more) who were lost in pursuit of a "high value" target in the mountains of Afghanistan. Will it turn out to be Osama bin Laden? Time will tell. Due to the nature of this war, it may be years before we know.
There are many facets to this story. But one thing is certain. The notion that the war in Iraq has distracted from the Global War On Terror and pursuit of OBL is an egregious lie in some cases and an absurd
naivete in others. American soldiers are laying their lives on the line every day in pursuit of OBL while fools sip their green tea.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Belmont club on resources

Many people are focusing on the question over the war in Iraq and it's connection to the attacks in London yesterday. The left asserts that the invasion of Iraq has created new Jihadists and inspired that bombing.
Wretchard of Belmont Club brings a fresh analysis to the matter.

The inevitable question then is 'why could Bin Laden not find the means to attack 30 trains?' The answer it seems to me, must be Afghanistan, Iraq, the Horn of Africa and hundred other places where he is engaged without quarter by US forces. Resources, whether Jihadi or no are not infinite. They do not have some magical machine that allows them to be everywhere at once, to sustain losses yet grow. There's no free lunch, not even, and especially not for Bin Laden. If it were true that Islamism would shrivel faster were it pursued more passively, then pre-911 policy should have finished it by now. But what we empirically observe is that ignoring them allowed them to mount 911-scale attack. Hit them continuously and in four years they could scrape together enough to blow up a London bus and some subway trains.

Belmont Club is almost always a provocative and interesting read.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Soldiers angels benefit missed

I've been trying to take good care of myself lately. The NARN and Keegan's Pub have teamed up tonight to benefit Soldiers Angels. Maybe if it were held on a weekend night I would allow myself to attend such a worthy event.

Recent events in Afghanistan and Iraq have prompted me to see if I can bump up my own support of soldiers and vets a notch. I try to give as much as I can with my checkbook. But I am examining the possibility of doing more.

Wish I could have made it down to the Pub last night. It would indeed be great to see my new friends and support our troops. But I'm going to bed instead.

Goodnight. Let's pray tomorrow is better than today was with the horrible news out of London.

London under attack

I've had a busy day and have only been able to catch a little of the bad news out of London.
One of the most chilling reports I ran across, only moments ago, says that the British officials have every reason to believe that the terrorists are more likely to strike again and again until they are caught.
Our prayers are with you, Londoners. Our prayers are with all of the U.K.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Two bowie alerts in a row

Well now this is weird. Yesterday Mark Steyn mentioned David Bowie. And now today, Michelle Malkin posts this picture and Bowie's name is in the corner. Unfortunately, David's image was chopped off.
I forgive you Michelle.

Incidentally, I like Michelle Malkin's blog. She is in my blogroll, after all. But I do not quite see what Michelle is trying to say with this picture and caption. It does not indicate that Vanity Fair outed Plame. I'm sure Michelle just thought it was funny.

Oh well. Sure. Haha.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Bowie alert

One of my favorite columnists, Mark Steyn, has this insightful piece of old rockers and Live 8.

Don't get me wrong. I love old rockers - not for the songs, which are awful, but for their business affairs, which so totally rock. In 1997, David Bowie became the first pop star to hold a bond offering himself. How about that? Fifty-five million dollars' worth of Bowie "class A royalty-backed notes" were snapped up in minutes after Moody's in New York gave them their coveted triple-A rating.

Once upon a time, rock stars weren't rated by Moody, they were moody - they self-destructed, they choked to death in their own vomit, they hoped to die before they got old. Instead, judging from Sir Pete Townshend on Saturday, they got older than anyone's ever been. Today, Paul McCartney is a businessman: he owns the publishing rights to Annie and Guys & Dolls. These faux revolutionaries are capitalists red in tooth and claw.

The system that enriched them could enrich Africa. But capitalism's the one cause the poseurs never speak up for. The rockers demand we give our fokkin' money to African dictators to manage, while they give their fokkin' money to Winthrop Stimson Putnam & Roberts to manage. Which of those models makes more sense?


Sunday, July 03, 2005

Fly the flag

Current events and current political battles have brought out the real stuff of our most deeply held beliefs concerning our country.
I will never forget a former close friend of mine asking me in the wake of 9/11, "Why do they fly the flag?"
I explained that they fly the flag because, despite our differences of political party or differences of policy, we are Americans and we love our country and choose to show our support.

I'd bought a beautiful American flag from the Bush Store last year. It's so gorgeous, I hate to display it on mere hooks or a cheap pole. I'd like to purchase and install a real, true flagpole in my front yard. But alas, I don't have such a pole yet. So the hooks will have to do.

The main thing is, the Stars & Stripes will be flying this Independence Day.

God, I love this country. America is the greatest country in the history of the world.

God Bless America and those who serve in her armed forces to bring freedom to the world and protect democracy! We citizens salute you. Thank you, soldiers and sailors and pilots and military personnel, all. We honor your sacrifice and pray for your safety and success. God love you.

Despite the dangers in this very dangerous world, I am optimistic. God willing, we shall prevail.

Hillary's rant

Hillary Clinton is stepping up to the plate for the far left on the eve of W's selecting a new judge to replace Sandra Day O'Connor. The task is to throw up some high-profile discredit at the president just before his choice is announced;

"I don't know where it came from, but the fact is that this President Bush has not only been radical and extreme in terms of Democratic presidents but in terms of Republican presidents, including his own father," she says.

The Democrat Party is daily embarrassing itself with it's absurd and ridiculous "leadership". Consider this statement from the leading Democrat presidential hopeful;

"This administration is in danger of being the first in American history to leave our nation worse off than when they found it."

Might not that administration be the Hoover administration? After all, when Hoover was inducted into the White House, the nation was on the cusp of the greatest economic boom ever seen. By the time Hoover left 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the Great Depression had a firm grip on the country.

So Hill's statement is yet just another re-write of history.

All in a day's work for the Democrats.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Very sad

Luther Vandross, the talented soul singer, has died. This is a copy of my post at BowieNet;

Very sad.
Luther Vandross was special. David Bowie was an admirer and invited him to join him to write songs for Young Americans.

The San Diego Union-Tribune has this story;

"But he happily toiled in the musical background for years before he would have his first hit. He wrote songs for projects as varied as a David Bowie album ("Fascination") and the Broadway musical "The Wiz" ("Everybody Rejoice (Brand New Day)"), sang backup for acts such as Donna Summer and Barbra Streisand, and even became a leading commercial jingle singer."

I recall once seeing Luther interviewed on television about his music. It was memorable. He spoke of where his music comes from. He said that he was captivated by sweet music that gave you that "mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm". And then he wanted his music to go past that and give you not just "mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm", but keep on going and give you "mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm".

LOL. He was an oh so soulful man.

Luther had an eating disorder. His heart gave out because he had gained so much weight and then lost so much weight so many times. That's very hard on your number one muscle.

According to E! Online:

"If his career held steady, Vandross' health did not. By his own admission, he was a carb addict who lost, and gained, more than 100 pounds 14 times--often in the very public eye. As recently as 1998, the six-foot-three singer weighed in at 340 pounds.

"[When you're that heavy it] feels like you're wearing an 80-pound hat and a coat that weighs 300 pounds," Vandross told ABC News in 2001, during one of his slender, 220-pound periods. "You wear it externally, so the minute you walk through the door, everybody knows, Luther's not winning his battle with his demon."

"An alcoholic can't have half a martini," he said, "and you know, I can't have bread." "

We Bowie fans have lost a true friend. Luther Vandross was a special music genius.

Thanks for contributing to David's music, Luther. We'll always remember.