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The Eyes Have It

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

It is one thing to say something behind a man’s back. It is another to look into a man’s eyes.

When members of Congress debate legislation, and it passes, we are told that “the ayes have it.” Yet unfortunately, too many people voting with the ayes do not look at the people that they portend to help. They do not look into their eyes.

So many people across politics, sports, music, and other facets of life communicate without even needing words. Just look into their eyes. The message is crystal clear. While I never wish to imply that being an actor or an athlete is as consequential as defending and protecting America, there is a certain fierceness and seriousness of purpose that allow some to reach true levels of greatness in whatever they do.

Starting with acting, I have always admired Dennis Farina.

In 1985 and 1986, he played Lieutenant Michael Torello on a brilliant crime drama known as “Crime Story.” On Tuesday nights, I begged my dad to let me stay up late to watch it. I am still amazed to this day that the show only lasted two seasons. Torello grappled with Crime Boss Ray Luca in 1963 Chicago, and followed him all the way to Las Vegas and Latin America in 1964.

Ray Luca had a temper. When one of his lawyers tried to bring up a jurisdictional issue, Luca shot back, “Do I look lost?!!” The attorney calmly replied, “No. You look angry.”

The reason for Luca’s worry was because he knew not to underestimate Torello. Perhaps Farina played the role so well because he was a real life Chicago cop before turning to acting. In one scene, Luca is calling out for his henchman, “Paulie, I thought I told you to buy cheaper meat.” Torello then walks in the room, dumps Paulie on the table in front of Luca, and says, “You can’t get any cheaper than this.”

One of the very best scenes was when Torello has Prosecutor David Abrams hand Luca an injunction banning him from his own casinos. An angry Luca tries to throw the injunction in Abrams’s face, saying, “The hell I am banned!”

Torello takes over. “The hell you’re not! One step Ray…one step, into your own casino, to count your own money, drink your own booze, or bop one of your own broads, and you’re going to the joint! You want to start something tough guy? Start something with me.”

Neither man backed down, but when a subordinate mentioned to Luca that “Torello is a punk. He’s nothing.” Luca knew better. He calmly told the subordinate, “Torello is no punk. Try looking into his eyes some time.”

While Robert Deniro has the famous faces and stares, I still think Dennis Farina, from Crime Story to his stint on Law and Order, was a master at letting his eyes do the talking. That stare was real.

In real life, our soldiers capture my attention. It is one thing to carp from the sidelines. Look them dead in the face. Tell them what you feel. Then listen to them. Their presence is compelling.

www.greatamericans.com

www.soldiersperspective.us

www.theyhavenames.com

The War on Terror is an ongoing struggle. It is the determination to win this war that turned me from a casual admirer to a defender forever of President George W. Bush.

This is not about politics for me, although many of his critics let their politics prevent them from even showing him the slightest amount of humanity and decency. When he picked up the bullhorn on September 14th, 2001, I saw his goodness. On September 20th, 2001, his speech to Congress was when I saw greatness.

The reason why I love this man is simple. I looked into his eyes when he spoke, and I believed him. His sincerity never left him. In his final speech, he looked into the camera and said, “Some people went back to normal after 9/11. I never did.”

It is not about uttering powerful words. It is about sincerity. His predecessor and his successor are both more eloquent. Yet eloquence is no substitute for being heartfelt. Some people said stuff. He actually meant it. That shines through.

That is why, long after the irrelevant ones disappear, Ronald Reagan remains revered. “Tear down this wall,” was not a slogan or a platitude. It changed the world. Look at a videotape, and look in Reagan’s eyes when he delivers that line.

On a lighter political note, one set of political eyes that I will never forget is that of a Florida judge whose name I do not even recall. During the 2000 recount, one judge was so exhausted that his eyes bulged out when looking at a ballot. That look was lampooned on a potato chip commercial. The recount ended, and that Florida judge had his eyes put back in the sockets, similar to when cartoon characters expand and contract. The moment was lighthearted, but the context was significant.

Toughness is not just as simple as acting. It is also not as vital as issues of war and peace. Yet somewhere in between comes the world of sports.

Various eyes have lit up photographs forever. In baseball, Carlton Fisk hit the winning home run and then gazed at it, not in ego, but in wonder. Although that was only game 6, and his team would lose game 7, it remains a classic photo.

In hockey, Mark Messier was the heart and soul of the New York Rangers. Trailing the New Jersey Devils 3 games to 2, and on the road, Messier guaranteed victory in game 6. He then went out and delivered, becoming a one man ice equivalent of a wrecking crew. Down 2-0, and later 2-1, Messier scored 3 goals himself in the final period for a 4-2 win. After the Rangers won game 7, and then won an epic 7 game finals against the Vancouver Canucks, it was Messier looking into the camera that solidified the moment. He vowed. He delivered.

Yet a bigger hockey moment would be the 1980 Miracle on Ice at the Olympics in New York. Yes, the USA beat the Russians. Al Michaels asked if we believed in miracles. We did. Yet the sight of every American player trying to get on the stage was a sight. The Russian players looked on in amazement. The eyes of every player on both sides showed the world that something far more significant than sports had just happened.

Many people forget that the game was only the semifinals. In the finals the USA defeated Finland. Before the game, American Coach Herb Brooks showed the most powerful eyes in hockey history. He told his players before the game that, “If you lose this game, you’ll take it to your graves…your f*cking graves.”

Basketball conjured up only one man…Michael Jordan. Some say it was the flu, but others said it was food poisoning from a bad slice of pizza. Either way, a wobbly Jordan could barely walk in game 5 of the 1997 NBA Finals against the Utah Jazz. During breaks, Scottie Pippen would towel off Jordan’s head. With the game tied 85-85, Jordan got the ball and launched a 3 point shot with seconds remaining. Nothing but net. The announcer said the phrase that was said so many times when talking about Michael Jordan.

“There’s the dagger!”

Jordan collapsed on the bench, and put his head on Pippen’s shoulders. The Bulls won the championship in 6 games, and even more amazingly, in 6 appearances in the finals, the Bulls never lost. “The dagger” may have been the clutch shots, but I maintain that Michael Jordan had a pair of daggers where most people have eyes. I have never seen another athlete with a will to win that intense. Tiger Woods in golf and Pete Sampras in tennis have come very close, but Michael Jordan truly stood alone. His stare penetrated before his shot.

Yet the toughest game has to be football. Mike Singletary is legendary on film. The famous photo of the Chicago Bears defensive standout breathing cold air, staring down an overmatched opponent, was epic. I still remember him screaming, “We’re gonna be here all day baby! I like this kind of party!” He eventually went on to Coach the San Francisco 49ers. Make no mistake about it. The players know the coach is in charge.

Dick Butkus was famous for his bloody hands and hard hits. Yet Singletary had the eyes. Only one other player comes close. That is middle linebacker Ray Lewis of the Baltimore Ravens.

He dances before the game, and he screams intently, at his own teammates as well as the opponents. Before every game, he asks his teammates, “Any dogs in the house?!!!” They all bark back in unison. He instills fear from the opening snap. I have only seen one player ever truly get in his face. I still remember the playoff game between the Tennessee Titans and Baltimore Ravens.

“Ray Lewis is in Eddie George’s face, and Eddie George isn’t backing down!”

The Titans won that game, but when told about how tough Eddie George was (the two players tangled many times and had a deep mutual respect for each other), Ray Lewis reminded the sports reporters and America watching that, “Yeah, that play was a three yard loss for him.”

Very little in music approaches the visual intensity of sports. While rock music can be intense, pop music is often fluff. Either way, music is more auditory than visual, even with videos playing a role.

Yet the power of the eyes can translate into powerful music. Kylie Minogue sings, “It’s in your eyes.”

Jeff Healey is a blind guitarist. He sings about “Angel Eyes.” Yet blindness does not diminish his swagger. His other song that got airplay was “Confidence man.” “I can talk old ladies out of all their money, talk young girls into calling me honey, you know my love, is just a flim flam…yet you can’t pull the wool over me, cause I’m a confidence man.”

Slyvester Stallone will forever be famous for being Rocky Balboa, but even his intense stare had considerable help from rock group Survivor. The story about never giving up or giving in gets off to a rocking start from the first notes. Victory then awaits the person that has the “Eye of the Tiger.” Later on in Stallone’s career, he was an arm wrestler that would not give in. His look was amplified by Sammy Hagar singing “Winner Takes it all” in the movie “Over the Top.”

Third Eye Blind brought us “Semi-Charmed Life.” “I want something else, to get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life.”

Peter Gabriel gave an understated performance of “In your eyes,” for the movie “Say Anything.”

Aerosmith also did a powerful song called “Angel Eyez,” for one of their many movie soundtracks. Steven Tyler and Joe Perry have long been known for their facial reactions, especially Tyler. The word “eye” is often his battle cry, although it comes in the form of “ayayayayayayayayayay.” It sounds like Chasidic Jews chanting, although either louder or not as loud depending on the holiday or celebration.

For pure rock music, Def Leppard offers the most intense staredown with the song “Mirror Mirror.”

“Take a look into my eyes…tell me what you see…tell me is it true…when I look at you…tell me is it me…mirror mirror.” The song fades out with lead singer Joe Elliott crooning over and over again “take a look into my eyes.”

As for me, this Tygrrr once offered the song “Eyes of Rain.” A completely fictional (I wonder where these visions come from) story of a broken relationship descending into rage and violence (again, fictional thank God), it leads the story teller to lament, “Eyes of Rain…love is so insane.”

For those who care, he catches her with somebody else. At first he debates whether to kill her or kill himself in front of her. Instead he decides to destroy all their property so that they could both sit and see everything they ever worked for become rubble. I swear, in a past life, I had it bad.

I think about all of this because my first week in college brought conflict. A guy accused me of calling him a “d*ck” behind his back. I looked straight in his eyes and told him that I would never say something behind somebody’s back. I was a standup guy. I would say it to their face. Three times he made the allegation, and finally I told him for one last time that I would only say something like that to a guy’s face. He asked me how he could be sure I was telling the truth. I loudly replied, with everybody watching, “Simple, because you’re a d*ck!”

When all was said and done, his attempt to get me to back down was not happening. I knew everything was ok when I overheard him talking to his friends.

I doubt they watched Crime Story, but when one of them pointed out that I was no big deal, one of the other guys had another take on the matter. “Did you look in his eyes? He’s crazy. That guy doesn’t give a f*ck. I would stay out of his way.”

Like many people in this world, I doubt one word I said that night had any impact. The words were just icing on a cake made of ice itself.

He got my message. He looked into my eyes.

eric

President George W. Bush, Meet Dee Snider of Twisted Sister

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

It is one thing for Oliver Stone to make terrible movies that nobody of any human value cares about.

Imagine the possibilities if people with actual talent told the true story.

It is for this reason, that on the silver anniversary of Twisted Sister, I have decided to tell the real George W. Bush story.

For those that do not remember Twisted Sister, just be older. Back when MTV actually played music videos, Twisted Sister created a classic. It starts out with a son listening to loud rock music in his room. The father comes upstairs and asks his son loud, angry questions that forever changes their relationship.

Dad: “Well, Mister Sister…Who are you? Whwere do you come from? What do you want to do with your life?”

Son: “I WANNA ROCK!”

25 years later, as Oliver Stone continues to trash all that is decent and right in this world, I have obtained a copy of a conversation between a father and son that forever changed history. The story took place around 1999, extending through 2004, but in 2009 details have finally been released. That music video is below. The movie will be out in good time.

President George Herbert Walker Bush: “Well, Master Bush. Who are you? Where do you come from? What do you want to do with your life?”

Governor George W. Bush: “I wanna Be President.”

President George Herbert Walker Bush: “Why do you want to be President?”

Governor George W. Bush: “I wanna finish what you started but didn’t finish!

I want Saddam Hussein’s head on a platter!

I WANT IRAQ!”

(At this point the elderly realists will be blown out of the room by blaring guitar and flares that take the roof off of the house.)

1) “Tell me don’t invade, well all I can say, when you tell me don’t invade, I say no! No no, no no, no!

Scowcroft and James (Baker), you tell me what they say, well I’ll tell you where they can go! Go go, go go, go!

If you ask Cheney, he and Rummy and Wolfie are ready…

Tell Tommy Franks that it is time to go…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

2) Some say don’t invade, we can dialogue and all sing Kumbaya…ya ya, ya ya, ya!

Screw the Carter approach, look what happened when we let down the Shah…Shah Shah, Shah Shah, Shah!

Like Noriega, Saddam needs music shooting through him…

along with a couple bullets through the heart…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

3) Let the leftists cry, that is all, they do anyway…Way way, way way, way!

Saddam had chances, 17 of them since 1993…Three three, three three, three!

We can let the liberals serenade to sweet surrender…

Or we can win one for the U.S.A…

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ

4) War is what they wanted, now we can say that war is what they got…Got got, got got, got!

9/11 came, but it was America that fired the last shot…Shot shot, shot shot, shot!

The liberals carped on every little thing that I was doing…

I was saving their candy @sses, whether they liked it or not!

I WANT IRAQ…I WANT IRAQ!”

Once again, history will show that I was right where it counted.

The golden age of rock music occurred between 1986 and 1992, with the seeds of greatness occurring in the immediate preceding years.

No President rocked harder and got the job done than George W. Bush.

Saddam Hussein is dead. The world is better off.

It became better off as soon as President Bush picked up that bullhorn and let the world know that the people that knocked down the Towers would hear from all of us.

Saddam Hussein did not cause 9/11. He absolutely was a terrorist. Removing him was 100% right.

He called our President’s bluff, but he forgot that the Democrats had left the White House. The men with their steel boots and balls were in charge.

The leftists were terrified we would lose.

“The Dub” was having none of it.

Saddam Hussein was done the day Dubya banged his fist on the table. It was only a matter of time until Saddam would be found in a spider hole and checked for head lice.

It all started with that fist on the table.

“Who are you?”

“I am George W. Bush, the President of the United States.”

“Where do you come from?

“The right place.”

“What do you wanna do with your life?”

“I wanna save your @ss whether you like it or not.

I WANT IRAQ!”

You got it sir. Saddam is dead. As always, well done.

eric

Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno 2009

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…

2007 was the year that the unbreakable bond between Palestinian terrorists and disco music was announced by the Tygrrrr Express. They both became dreadful in the 1970s and got worse with time. They both truly derived from awful creations before them. When it comes to Palestinians, rock group Spinal Tap is right when they philosophically and melodically claim that “The more it stays the same…the less it changes.”

Yet 2009 is about going retro in terms of music and genocidal lunacy.

Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…Burn Gaza Burn…Disco Inferno…

I am not sure what is worse…the fact that I am delighted by the carnage in the Gaza Strip, or the fact that I just quoted disco. I profusely apologize for the latter. Thanks to this Middle East inferno, I actually remembered the lyrics to that Thelma Houston song that was sung in the movie Studio 54.

“Baby…My heart is burning like a ketushah rocket for you.”

It actually does tie in together. Mike Myers played the main villain in that movie, and also was Dr. Evil, who like the leaders of Hamas, are just misunderstood children that want to love and be loved.

Ummmm…no. Genocidal lunatics are killing each other, and frankly, the timing could not be better. With hockey and basketball still far from critical, and football only satiating the testosterone level one day a week, the only thing to do is enjoy a nice summer of love. Like Jan and Dean, those crazy Gaza kids “are out there having fun…in that scorched Earth Gaza sun.”

The main reason this trivial matter is treated as such is because unfortunately, it has taken comedians to offer hard nosed and hard edged common sense, while politicians were busy clowning around.

Dennis Miller, who I confess to only recently being a fan of (it is hard to almost singlehandedly destroy Monday Night Football), nailed it perfectly in discussing the differences between the political parties. “Democrats are worried about the Earth. Republicans are too busy worrying about the World.” Translation for the intellectually impaired…global warming is an abstract concept that may or may not happen one day in the future. Islamofacism has been happening for three decades, and must be dealt with right now.

Dennis Leary, refusing to be the second best comedic Dennis, has taken on the concept of Bush Derangement Syndrome. “President Bush is supposedly not smart enough to end the Iraq War, but he was smart enough to conspire to create 9/11.” As I have pointed out, liberals need every successful conservative to be either evil or imbecilic, and their inability to decide on President Bush has led them to declare he is both.

Before returning to the glorious age of disco (God help us all), I want to give you a pop culture reference…the current television show “Scrubs.” This show is fabulous not just because Zach Braff reminds me of my alter ego, “El Dorko,” but because a brilliantly and wickedly funny character named Dr. Perry Cox, when confronted with this young fellow (after one of his sweet but effeminate comments) said to him, “I am going to write you a prescription…for a brand new…pair of…testicles.”

Yes folks, that message was given in real life by Tony Blair, and hopefully it will be delivered to republicans everywhere. We could give it to the democrats as well, but the mommy party would probably prefer Vagina Monologues tickets. Dear republicans…grow a pair. Instead of being put on the defensive for making the wrong decision, how about pounding the table with clenched fists and reaffirming that the Iraq War was right then, and is right now. Those who hate you will be unchanged, but those who like you will be happy that you had a gonads transplant. You cannot win everybody over, but your lack of spine is demoralizing your supporters. Thank you to Mr. Tony Blair for reminding us what is at stake. So what if he is was forced out over the war? Winston Churchill was fired after World War II, and he is still one of the all time greats. Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan were ridiculed as well. History will vindicate those who never wavered about this war. Why should they? We are right.

There is a time for negotiation (the Russians in the 1980s), a time for overwhelming brute force (Afghanistan, Iraq, and hopefully Syria very soon), and there is a time to say “Screw it. Who cares? (Gaza…now and forever)”

Despite Gaza being Hotter than Hot Chocolate (I believe in Miracles…where ya from…you sexy thang), no amount of stripper poles and blacklights will be able to put a bow tie on this pig of an area. Heck, Gaza people (not citizens, just people) are trying to flee to Israel for safety. Are you kidding me? Aren’t Jews the enemy, and the cause of all these Gaza problems? I mean once the Jews get out, Gaza will be a land of peace.

“Palestinians of Hamas…and Fatah…join hands…start a love train…love train.” When The O’Jays sang that song, Palestinians were killing everyone around them, and as Hall and Oates did the remake, nothing had changed (and no, Earth Girls are not Easy).

“It’s just an old fashioned death song…whether it’s Hamas or it’s Fatah…It’s just an old fashioned death song…nothing’s changed since Oslo ‘93 (or the 7th century for that matter).”

To bring everything full circle, the song Disco Inferno was in the bowling movie Kingpin, with a brilliant cameo by Bill Murray. Camper Van Beethoven once sang a bizarre song called “Take the Skinheads Bowling.” As bizarre as it was, the point was that if people just took up hobbies, war and fighting would stop. So if we turn Iran and Syria into 50,000 hole golf courses, with miniature golf as well, Gaza can be one giant bowling alley, with Palestinian leaders Fatah and Hamas representing both gutters. How appropriate. We can even drill holes in the Palestinian leaders’ heads so that they can be used as bowling balls.

Why bowling? For anyone who has ever gone “cosmic bowling,” it is a lot of fun. That is where there are swirling disco lights and loud music, often disco music, playing in the background. It is like trying to bowl blind. Given that Palestinian leaders in Hamas and Fatah are blind (as well as deaf and dumb come to think of it) to their constituents’ concerns, I think cosmic bowling should be the official sport of Palestinian lunatics everywhere.

To torture them (yes, another reason to support torture), we should pipe Israeli music over the loudspeakers. Perhaps those old Yeshivah kids from the 1980s, the Beasty Boys, should be played. Given how ill Palestinians make me (and the rest of the civilized world), the album “Licensed to Ill,” should be the official Palestinian Cosmic Bowling Album.

Then again, one cannot go wrong with Disco. So as I watch Gaza, all I can think is…

“Upside down…boy Gaza you burn me…inside out…and into the ground…”

“Gaza you can do it, take the time, burn it right, you can kill all day, and burn all night.”

Ok, off to watch Palestinian Porn videos…Nothing like “Debbie does the Gaza Strip.”

eric

I have finally snapped

Friday, November 7th, 2008

I have finally snapped.

People asked me if I was ok following Barack Obama defeating John McCain. I told them that like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive.

Then last night, that phrase gave me an idea. Because nobody sane was around to let me know it was a terrible idea, I went with it.

So in the spirit of 1970s disco, I can now express my feelings regarding the 2008 election.

1) “At first I was afraid…I was petrified

November 4th, 2008, the music died…

I stayed at home eating ice cream feeling sorry for myself

We lost the election…I wanted to lay down and die…

But we’ll be back…take it from me…

In Twenty Ten the crowds will all be screaming G-O-P…

The people want their taxes cut, and they want their trade free…

They do not want big government, they just want liberty…

So not so fast…slow down Barack…

You get the office key but you still cannot change the lock…

We are a loyal opposition…

We will be manning our positions…

We are alive…and we will thrive…we will survive…”

2) “Remember 1992…we were so blue…

An Arkansas fast talker and his lying crew…

His wife was going to take away all that we fought for…

And when she tried…there was Newt in ’94…

Yes we came back…the Senate, House, and more…

We told the liberals turn around now, you’re not welcome any more…

We know that they can’t rule…

They are like kids destroying schools…

Right now they are living large…

But the adults will be back in charge…

So just stay calm…the left got lucky…

We’ve got Coleman in Minnesota and McConnell in Kentucky…

We’ve got Rudy…and we’ve got Fred…

Dems have platitudes, and maybe a bit more hair on their head

You want handsome…well we have Mitt…

He is full of hair and ideas, the left is full of (redacted)…

So let’s stand up…answer the call…

We stand for freedom and liberty, they stand for nothing at all

They have no agenda…they have no plan…

Obama has the flash, but that flash is in the pan…

The left will crumble…and they will bumble…

We are alive…we will thrive…we will survive…”

3) “This is only one short painful chapter…

In the reign of terror of the Pelosiraptor…

Let them drink their Frisco wine, let them eat their Brie Cheese…

In 2 years they will surrender on their sissy liberal knees…

We won Iraq…We’ll win Iran…

We defeated Germany and Japan…

To those who think the best days of America are gone…

You are liberal, you are boring, and as usual you’re wrong…

We are conservatives…and we are right…

If we can defeat the terrorists, with all of our might…

We can surely defeat liberals, they will mess it up themselves…

So get some rest and be ready for GOP in 2012

We will survive…we will thrive…

Republicans snap out if it, look alive…

We will survive!”

In the spirit of California and Proposition 8 legalizing gay marriage, I am prancing around my house singing this song like Kevin Kline in the movie “In and out.”

No, not really. Yet when nobody is looking, republicans are allowed to frolic. Frolicking is healthy.

I will not ever imply that anything about this column was remotely healthy.

The loose screws in me cranium, they are about to hit the floor.

Dang carpet. I wonder where they landed.

eric

Hal Levine 2008–Terrorists and liberals still frightening me

Friday, October 31st, 2008

Happy Hal Levine everybody. I do love the Jewish holiday season.

The Chicago Cannonball got into town last night. We will be attending the freak show in West Hollywood, followed by an awesome after party. I will be dressed as a criminal, and she will be dressed as a hot lady police officer. Yes, I am one lucky man.

Before getting to what frightens me in this life, below is my 2007 Hal Levine column.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2007/10/hal-levine-wizards-and-scary-liberals/

Now I offer you some music dedications.

The Monster Mash–It was a graveyard smash, and it is dedicated to anti-Semite and former Barack Obama adviser Samantha Power. Her hostility towards Israel did not get her kicked off the campaign trail, but calling Hillary Clinton a monster did. At least regarding her anti-Semitism and her anti-Hillarydom, she was honest.

Dead Man’s Party–Who could ask for more, Oingo Boingo fans? This has to be dedicated to the republicans. I am a proud republican, but we had better get revived ina  hurry or it will be a frighteng socialistic nation. John McCain, you are showing signs of life. Step it up.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy–For all of you Great White Fans out there, I dedicate that song to the American people who decided that one Clinton was more than enough. The were not going to try another one that was twice as scary as the first one.

Eat the Rich–Aerosmith lives on, and rocker guitarist Joe Perry has announced that he has always been a  republican. So not only is there a republican in Boston, but it is one of the coolest guys on Earth. I dedicated “Eat the Rich,” to billionaire leftists like Barbra Streisand, Jane Fonda, and Susan Sarandon, who love to bash rich people for some hypocritical reason, most likely self loathing.

As for the top 5 things that frighten me (oh you try to come up with 10 things when your girlfriend is looking lovely and ready for stuff I will not say in a family blog!):

5) People stealing my money, or as liberals call it, “fairness.” My friend Jonathan Hoenig wrote a brilliant column about this subject. He is the head sled at Capitalist Pig Asset Management. He is a proud Capitalist Pig and so am I.

http://www.smartmoney.com/investing/stocks/Creating-Jobs-Is-Job-of-Private-Sector/

http://www.capitalistpig.com/

4) Angry feminists, as if that is not redundant. I refuse to link to the Hillary Clinton website, but trust me…she is one scary woman. No wonder Bubba sleeps with one eye open.

3) The Axis of Anti-Semitism, aka the Daily Kos, Huffington Post, and Moveon.org. I am sure there are more frighteningly dreadful human beings elsewhere, but this is where the undead gather together to drink the blood of republicans, Jews, and other enemies they need to cleanse their tainted souls with. Unfortunately, unlike most Ghouls, come November 1st these monsters will still exist.

2) Terrorists. Yes, despite what liberals tell you, they still exist. Now liberals may get confused, and think that I am referring to George W. Bush. No, that would only be valid if you belong to the evil ghastly groups listed above. Terrorists want to kill us, and Barack Obama has a plan. He will ask them nicely to stop. Besides, while he himself is not a terrorist, or even a hateful scary creature, he sure does have many of them as former official advisers.

Rashid Khalidi is a terrorist. Some argue this point by saying that Khalidi is a respected professor at Columbia. “Respected Professor at Columbia” is like “Tough Diplomacy” or “Jews for Jesus.” It is contradictory. If you despise Israel and the United States, and are willing to have Armageddonijad at your school but not ROTC, than you are qualified to work at Columbia and little else.

http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=57231

http://michellemalkin.com/2008/10/31/happy-obamaween/

The only job less prestigious is to be an editor for some rag magazine like the Los Angeles Times. Every day is Halloween for the Western version of Al Jazeera. The smell of the night is not old pumpkins or corpses come to life…it is the Los Angeles Time laying in its own rancid filth.

I wish we could relocate the Los Angeles Times building to Seattle, which would be happy to accept their smugness.

Yet as much as I am terrified of an Obama Presidency since it would destroy virtually everything that is good and decent in this world, one thing still frightens me more on this Halloween. For the 20th year in a row…

1) Bea Arthur naked. Yes folks, the movie “Airheads,” remains one of the greatest movies ever made, behind “Deuce Bigalow” and a couple of other movies cheated out of Oscars.

Is it that wrong for a guy to believe in family values, while watching the video “Golden Showers With the Golden Girls” on a Friday night?

Ok, perhaps it is.

I wish you all many treats, and no more tricks. That means Barack Obama needs to stop lying about everything from his tax plan to…well virtually everything else actually.

I may wake up to a liberal nightmare on November 5th. So I guess by comparison, October 31st will be tame, safe, and moderately sane.

Happy Hal Levine everybody!

eric

Prayers for Steven Tyler

Sunday, May 25th, 2008

Steven Tyler, the lead singer of Aerosmith, has checked himself into rehab.

http://www.aerosmith.com/

I pray that he beats whatever addiction he is facing.

My view towards drugs has not changed. I remain a hardliner, and many good people want me to be more sympathetic on the issue. I still maintain that high level drug dealers should be shot in the town square, and then hung from the nearest tree. Drug dealers destroy families. They are evil.

Drugs take lives. There is simply no good that comes out of them. Yet at the risk of minimizing the many ordinary people that succumb to various drugs, the real tragedy comes when those that have contributed sheer brilliance to this world are lost.

The word is overused, but Steven Tyler is a genius. In terms of singing range, and in writing lyrics, Steven Tyler has brought more beauty to rock music than any singer in history. With Joe Perry on guitar, the Bad Boys from Boston lit up amphitheaters. They were also known as the Toxic Twins due to all the substance abuse.

I want to make it crystal clear that I do not know what substance Steven Tyler is grappling with.

The New York Mets had two potential Hall of Famers see their lives destroyed, Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry. For Doc Gooden it was cocaine. The Straw did illegal drugs, but alcohol was his main personal hell. Green Bay Packers Quarterback Brett Favre faced an addiction to prescription painkillers, in addition to drinking alcohol in abundance. He publicly faced his addiction, beat it, and had the career that Strawberry and Gooden could have had.

Steven Tyler has had the successful career. Aerosmith has left a legacy of musical greatness that time will never undo. I hope Steven Tyler lives to continue to enjoy his legacy.

Apparently his hard partying in the 1970s left him broke. He straightened himself out, cleaned his life up, settled down to married life, and continued to put out great music. It is only now that I see how many of Aerosmith’s songs deal with his struggles, and the rare feelings of safety in an unsafe world.

DREAM ON:

“Sing women, sing for the years…sing for the laughter sing for the tears…

Sing women, just for today…maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away.”

ANGEL:

“I’m alone…and I don’t know if I can face the night…

Enough’s enough…I’ve suffered and I’ve seen the light…

You’re my angel…come and save me tonight…

You’re my angel…come and make it alright.”

AMAZING:

“I kept the right ones out…and let the wrong ones in…

had an Angel of mercy to see me through all my sins…

I was out on the street…just trying to survive…

Scratching to stay alive…

One last shot…at permanent vacation…

How high can you fly with broken wings…

Life’s a journey, not a destination…

We just don’t know, just what tomorrow brings…

It’s amazing…in the blink of an eye, you finally see the light…

It’s amazing…and I’m saying a prayer for those desperate hearts tonight.”

BLIND MAN:

“I took a course in hallelujah…

I went to night school for the blues…

I took some stuff they said would cool ya…

but nothing seemed to light my fuse…

Now it’s all, in the past…like the check that’s in the mail…

She was a tall, whiskey glass…I was an old hound dog, who just loved to chase his tail…

Until I met a blind man…who taught me how to see…

A blind man…who could change night into day…

And if I can…I’ll make you come with me…

Here comes the sun, and we’ll be chasing all the clouds away.”

WALK ON WATER:

“The cook’s in the kitchen and hiding the spoons…

I’m winking at witches and howling at moons…

Afraid of the candle, but live for the flame…

You know who I am but you don’t know my name…

Hey little darling…your love is legendary

Love’s four letters…not in my dictionary…

Excuse my position…but it aint missionary…

Oh but I want to…walk on the water with you.”

Steven Tyler is not only philosophical. He is also the king of brilliant sexual innuendo. The above songs have some clever double entendres, as do the ones below.

FULL CIRCLE:

“If I could change the world, like a fairy tale…

I would drink the love, from your holy grail…

Time, don’t let it slip away…

Raise your drinking glass, here’s to yesterday…

Time, we’re all going to trip away…

Don’t p*ss heaven off, we’ve got hell to pay…

Come full circle.”

Life can be fleeting, and although there is a tinge of hypocrisy in rich superstars bashing the rich, Aerosmith does it in a creative manner.

EAT THE RICH:

“Belive in all the good things, that money just can’t buy…

You won’t get a bellyache, from eating humble pie…

I believe in rags to riches, your inheritance won’t last…

So take your Grey Poupon my friend, and shove it up your @ss…

Eat the rich, only one thing that they’re good for…

Eat the rich, take one bite now, come back for more…

Eat the rich, I’ve got to get this off my chest…

Eat the rich, take one bite now, spit out the rest.”

Sometimes Aeorsmith told chilling stories. The most brilliant one was written by Steven Tyler himself. It was a sordid tale of a father raping his own daughter. The wife finds out about it. I am still not clear who Janie was. I maintain Janie is the wife, but others have said that Janie is the daughter.

JANIE’S GOT A GUN:

“She had to take him down easy, and put a bullet in his brain…

The spell that he was under…the lightning and the thunder knew that someone had to stop her pain…”

“Janie was arrested…the man has got to be insane…

She said cause nobody believes me, the man was just a sleaze he ain’t never gonna be the same…

Janie’s got a gun.”

Steven Tyler often mixed his sexual innuendo with his other troubles.

FALLING IN LOVE IS SO HARD (ON THE KNEES):

“Ain’t gonna be no more begging you please…

You know what I want, and it aint one of these…

Your bed to the floor, your girlfriend agrees…

Falling in love is so hard on the knees…

Don’t say enough, yeah I got the disease…

You say you will yeah but there aint no guarantees…

I’m major in love, but in all minor keys…

Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees.”

BIG 10 INCH RECORD:

“Last night I tried to tease her…

Gave her just a little pinch…

She said stop that jiving…

Whip out your big 10 inch…

record of the band that plays the blues…

Band just plays the blues…

She just loves my big 10 inch…

record of her favorite blues.”

SUNSHINE:

“I sold my soul for a one night stand…I followed Alice into Wonderland.”

The album “Just Push Play” was a giant homage to such struggles. In addition to “Sunshine,” there was “Trip Hopping,” “Fly Away From Here,” “Under My Skin,” “Outta Your Head,” and “Light Inside.”

“Living on the edge” was actually inspired by the LA riots of 1992, but it dealt with the same theme of a fragile existence.

“Take me to the other side” is about a sexual relationship, but nevertheless reaches to the great beyond.

MAMA KIN:

“It aint easy, living like a gypsy, tell you honey how I feel..

I’ve been dreaming, floating down the stream and, losing touch with all that’s real…

Whole lotta lovers, keep it undercover, never know just where you’ve been…

You’ve been fading, always operating, keep in touch with Mama Kin.”

The song “Where do fallen angels go?” is answered with the next line “I just don’t know.”

AINT THAT A B*TCH:

“Freaked out…on a long line…I feel just like I’m losing my mind…

Love is like the right dress…on the wrong girl…you never know what you’re gonna find…

Think your life is fine as wine, then you wind up like a dog in the ditch…

Life is like a warm girl…on a cold night…aint that a b*tch.”

“Kiss your past goodbye” offers more waxing philosophic.

The move “Armageddon” brought one of the best ballads ever made.

I DON’T WANNA MISS A THING:

“I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing…

Watch you smile while you are sleeping, far away and dreaming…

I could spend my life, in this sweet surrender…

Cause every moment with you is a moment I treasure…

Don’t wanna close my eyes, don’t wanna fall asleep…

Cause I’d miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing…

Cause even when i dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do…

I’d miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing.”

“What kind of love are you on?” mixes his sex and drugs metaphor.

“Monkey on my back” is strictly about his battle against drugs.

Even some of his tales of lvoe and sex border away on obsession.

MAGIC TOUCH:

“You never know what you’ve got, till they take it away…

I’m coming ready or not, going to get you some day…

I need your magic touch, don’t you know…

I gotta have it and I can’t let go…

Feel the fire, burning slow…

I gotta have it and I’m back for more.”

CHIP AWAY THE STONE:

“Chip away, chip away at the stone…

I won’t stop till your love is my very own…

Chip away, that’s what I’m gonna do…

Sweet little mama, I wanna get next to you.”

“Walk this way” contains astonishingly expressed innuendos.

“You aint seen nothing till you’re down on the muffin, and you’re sure to be changing ways.

My next door neighbor had a daughter who had a favor so I gave her just a little kiss, like this.”

“Taste of India,” and “Pink” also have lusty messages.

THE FARM:

“I get caught up in my freakness…but I aint no Peter Pan…take me to the farm.”

In one of the best rock syntheses of all time, Aerosmith performed “Dream On” with the Los Angeles Philharmonic.”

This man has simply brought too much beauty to this world for him to slip back into dependency. I hope his rehab stint is successful, and that he is remembered not for a tragic and ignominious end, but for all the beautiful moments through today.

Rather than say any more, I will quote the Aerosmith song originally done by the Joe Perry Project when Joe Perry himself was at rock bottom.

“Let the music…do the talking.”

My prayers are with you Mr. Tyler.

Best of luck.

eric

From the Iron Man to the Dragon Lady

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

Today is blasphemy Wednesday.

Before getting to the disaster that was Taco Tuesday, it is inspiring to think about perfection.

Like many, I constantly strive and fail to reach perfection. As a kid, even though I hated school, I was always afraid that the one day I missed, good things would happen. I never got the perfect attendance award. Several years I missed one day. My parents knew I was not one to play hooky, and they insisted on keeping me home when I was ill. I just couldn’t get through without missing that one day.

I have been with my current firm for over three years. For three years I did not miss a day of work. I took my vacations, but did not call in sick. I remember James Caan in “The Program” asking one of his football players, “Are you injured or are you hurt?” When the player wanted to know the difference, the coach replied, “If you’re injured, you can’t play. If you’re hurt, you can play.”

I have been hurt, but not injured. So I went to work. I would get bored out of my mind at home, given how much I hate daytime television. So I go to the office and tough it out. Yet a few weeks ago I was down for the count. It was a Thursday, and I knew that if I could hit the showers by 8:30am, like I always do, being in at 9am was easy. At 8:22am I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, unable to stand up. The shower was right there. 11 minutes later, at 8:33am, I gave it one final push. I could not get up. At 8:35am I called the boss. He was surprised, but I told him, “I’m injured.”

By the early afternoon I felt well enough to come into work. I could work a half day, and make up the hours, and keep my streak intact. Yet logic took over, and I decided to stay home. The next day I started a new streak.

Three hours seems impressive, but 17 years without missing work is more impressive. This is why the flags are flying half staff today at Green Bay, Wisconsin. Quarterback legend Brett Favre announced his retirement after 17 NFL seasons. The iron man of professional football did not miss a single game. From the third week of the 1992 season to the crushing overtime loss in this year’s NFC Title Game, Brett Favre had 100% perfect attendance. He was the Cal Ripken of football.

Many are questioning why he would retire when his team was so close to the Superbowl last year. Some are speculating that the inability to land Randy Moss played a role. Yet his reasons are his own.

Steve at www.norunnyeggs.com is most likely in mourning today. Pray for him.

Perfect attendance is impressive, but the one thing to keep in mind is that showing up is not enough. Had I gone to work the day I was sick I would have slept at my desk, contributing not an ounce of productivity. I would have been cheating myself. Perfection should not have an asterisk next to it.

Brett Favre battled a painkiller addiction early in his career, but he never cheated the game of football. He went all out, all the time. He won a Superbowl, and was one drive away from possible back to back titles. His fourth quarter comebacks are numerous. He has shattered the record books, leaving as the all time passing leader in several categories. His record of accomplishments is as lengthy as his 17 years, and he is a lock to be a first ballot Hall of Famer.

I think about this because it seems that in politics, unlike sports, merit does not seem to matter. People make claims, and those claims are just accepted. People do not have to prove themselves. They do not have to take responsibility for their own actions. Congress works Tuesday through Thursday, and praises itself for hard work. Resume padding is the norm.

This is how Hillary Clinton, a woman with no notable accomplishments, can brag about her 35 years of experience. She is now 60 years old. That means that when she graduated law school at age 25, her experience began. Does anybody think that those years contributed anything to her readiness today?

She cites several examples of her experience. One is how she fought for universal health care. So what? She lost. She failed. This does not make her a bad person, but we do not reward people in life for trying. We reward people for results. Hillary Clinton attempted to do something, and she failed. This is not an accomplishment.

She also discusses her role in bringing peace to Northern Ireland. She had nothing to do with the Irish peace process. It was George Mitchell, a seasoned Senatorial veteran with years of experience involving negotiations, who got the job done.

Hillary speaks of her standing up to the Chinese with regards to the rights of women. Again, so what? This did not lead to a policy change of any kind. She made  aspeech. She has continually attacked Barack Obama for being more about speeches than solutions, but all she did was make a speech. It was ignored. To put it blountly, she is not a good speaker. She does not inspire.

Her visiting 80 countries with Chelsea means absolutely nothing. I have visited foreign nations and managed not to get into any fistfights. This does not mean I am a diplomat. I am a tourist. Hillary Clinton was a famous tourist. She was a celebrity who was married to somebody that was a President.

One of the reasons she was sent to all of these places was to get her out of the United States, especially during election years. The more people hear her, the less they like her.

Hillary Clinton is simply a bland person who married a gifted person. She confuses his gifts with hers. She claims experience that she does not possess. She takes credit for accomplishes that have nothing to do with her. She takes blame for nothing. Worse still, she is here to stay. She will not voluntarily go away…ever.

I have often said that it is better to have people ask “why are you leaving,” than “when are you leaving?” Very few people get to walk away on their own terms. They hang around until they are shells of their former selves. Former Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway won back to back Superbowls, and then retired. He wanted to play, but admitted that his body, “just couldn’t do it any more.” Other athletes like boxer Evander Holyfield retire several times.

I still think that Brett Favre will change his mind and come back. After everything he has done, he is entitled to do so.

Hillary Clinton will leave when she is dragged kicking and screaming from the building. Worse still, despite much of the American electorate wanting her to leave, she will not put the good of anybody else above what is best for her. People need her because she says so.

Yes, she won Ohio. She also won Texas, at least the primary aspect of it. Yes, these are legitimate victories, but should that erase the fact that she lost 11 contest in a row? Barack Obama was racking up wins, while she was offering excuses. She is ready to tear the democratic party apart to get the nomination. This is not what team players do. Ask any backup quarterback how to behave, and they tell you that they practice hard, and patiently wait their turn, and accept the decision of the coaches. They put the team above themselves.

Hillary Clinton is a fire breathing dragon, Lady MacBeth minus the warmth. Like most dragons, breathing fire to destroy the Earth is another day at the office for her.

The Iron Man has taught us what life is about, and how to live. The Fire Lady has taught us how not to live. He walked away, possibly before his time, on his own terms. She will stay until the very last vestige of power has been ripped from her body and soul.

Short of repealing the 19th amendment, I have no answers.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2008/01/repeal-the-19th-amendment/

Charlotte Allen explains in the Washington Post that perhaps women are just not very bright.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/02/29/AR2008022903397.html

I am too disgusted to add anything else regarding Texmex Tuesday. For the Milli Vanillionth time, Hillary and Bill Clinton have morphed into Bill Murray from “What about Bob.” “Gone? They’re never gone!”

Before we roll out the barrel and get to the Pennsylvania Polka, the Wyoming caucus and Mississippi primary will hopefully finally help remove this cancerous lesion from the Presidential race.

Yet this woman, married to Lazarus, will not be counted out. I remain frightful. She can still win.

Yet no matter what, the republic will survive. So will I.

Besides, Las Vegas was fun, the Chicago hotel tower suite is gorgeous, and so is the “Chicago Cannonball.”

I am not allowed to elaborate at this time. Well I am, but I might get throttled.

Off to listen to rock group “The Cult” sing “Fire Woman.”

“Fire…smoke she is a rising…smoke on the horizon baby…Fire Woman.”

Perhaps the only thing that should be retired is today’s column.

There. Done.

eric         

Hillary Clinton, Meet Joey Tempest

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

I love Europe.

No, not the continent. That I could care less about. I am referring to the 1980s hard rock band led by Joey Tempest. Before getting to the democratic debate, I want to offer why Europe the band is relevant.

Sure, like most debates, they had songs that offered fluff, such as “Rock the night.”

“Rock now, rock the night…till early in the morning light.”

Europe, in an age that was often seen as more style than substance, offered both. The song “Cherokee” is meaningful.

“The white man’s creed…in search of gold…made the nation bleed…the promises were lies…Cherokee…marching on the trail of tears…Cherokee.”

Yet the song that will forever define Europe could very well be the swan song for Hillary Clinton. That song is “The Final Countdown.” The song is so intense is because it is about the possible very end of what is held dear.

Hillary Clinton badly and desperately wanted to be President. She may still be, but her dream is slipping away.

“Will things ever be the same again? It’s the final countdown!”

Hillary Clinton does not go down gracefully. Like a nuclear bomb destroying all of civilization, she is embarking on a scorched Earth strategy that could destroy everyone, including her. If she cannot have the job, nobody can.

Like aging rockers that have to be forced into retirement, living off their past, Hillary continued to talk about her 35 years of experience, basking in the glow of things she claims to have done when her husband held the job.

Perhaps she should take note that Europe did wane in popularity for awhile, but put out a final hit song that asks the question, “Will we survive? In the future to come?”

The future is what matters, not the past. We can romanticize deeds past and songs past, but we cannot rebuild the future exactly as the past was. We can wax nostalgic, but we all grow older, and doing so gracefully allows people to be remembered more favorably. Refusing to accept that time marches on often leads people to be crushed by the changes of life, which always come no matter how hard we try to stand in the way.

Texas may have been the Alamo, but the Cleveland, Ohio debate may have been Hillary’s last stand.

Europe’s hard rock love ballad “Carrie,” says it perfectly.

“Can’t you see it in my eyes…that this may be our last goodbye…oohhhhhh…Carrie…things they change my friend…ohhhh…Carrie…maybe we’ll meet again.”

It fades out with the words that began the song…”when lights go down.”

The lights have not been turned out, but the people are exiting Hillary’s stage, and she is screaming at them to stay, even when they are clearly stating that they want to go to the new rock concert across the street.

With that, below is the Ohio debate recap.

Much of the debate contained significant rehashing of the points covered in the Texas debate only several days earlier.

https://tygrrrrexpress.com/2008/02/texas-smackdown/

Hillary was asked about her warm fuzzy statements from the close of the last debate in contrast with her scorched Earth comments in days after the debate.

Hillary answered the inconsequential question with an inconsequential answer. She did so in a calm manner before meandering into health care. She said Obama’s information was false, misleading and inaccurate.

She was then asked about the photo showing Obama looking like a member of the Taliban.

She stated that it did not come from her campaign.

Obama stated that he took Clinton at her word. He stated that Hillary’s campaign has sent mailers smearing his plan in places from Iowa to Nevada, before reiterating the health care mandate issue. He stated that his campaign “does not whine about it.”

Hillary repeated her arguments from the Texas debate. She cited her experts, and Obama then cited his. He again proffered the same issue from Texas regarding how Hillary would enforce her mandate.

Every time moderators try to shift gears, Hillary interrupts them and insists on talking more by saying this issue is “too important.” She then repeats the same rehashed points from previous debates.

Obama claimed he “was being filibustered on this topic.”He again explained the difference between mandates on children and mandates on adults. Obama pointed out that Medicare Part B is voluntary, and not a mandate, and yet people still utilize it.

Hillary kept interjecting and rambling. Obama calmly reiterated his plan.

The debate finally shifted to NAFTA. The Houston Chronicle loves it, an Ohio Congressman detests it. Hillary was asked who was right.

Hillary then had a meltdown. She stated that it was curious that she always gets the first question on issues. She alluded to the Saturday Night Live skit making fun of the media’s love affair with Obama. She looked like a spoiled brat complaining.

She then straddled, saying that NAFTA did some good things, but had hurt others. We need to “fox” NAFTA, and have a “trade timeout.” She had cited that the Cleveland Plain Dealer criticized Obama’s “attacks on her.”

Obama pointed out that Hillary campaigned in 2000 for Senate supporting NAFTA, and that it is false for her to claim to always be against it. He was always against it. He stated that Hillary has “shifted positions.”

Tim Russert repeated Hillary’s many comments supporting NAFTA, and asked if she would invoke the 6 month opt out clause of NAFTA.

Hillary again straddled, saying that she would opt out “if NAFTA was not renegotiated.” When she tried to shift into an attack on Obama, Russert refused to let her do so. She grew flush with anger, and kept trying to have both sides of the issue.

When again pressed about opting out, she again stated that she was “confident it would be renegotiated.”

Obama wanted to avoid being a deer in the headlights like Hillary was, so he just stated that he “agreed with Hillary.” He filibustered and offered some class warfare, but nothing of substance.

Obama was asked if NAFTA was good for Ohio given that they are fourth in the nation in exports.

He replied that Russert’s question was a “valid point,” before blaming “the wealthy.” He then stole a line from Hillary about “green jobs.”

Hillary’s arms were folded and she looked angry.

Hillary was asked about her pledge for 5 million new jobs new jobs, when the same pledge made in 2000 for 250,000 new jobs for her Senate race fell flat into a jobs deficit. She was given the chance to revoke her pledge.

She instead blamed republicans, stating that her pledge was based on Al Gore being President. She then cited her husband’s job creation record.

Obama was asked about comments attacking his foreign policy experience. It was compared to President Bush.

Obama coolly got off a great line by stating that Hillary “equates experience with longevity in Washington.” He then reiterated their differences on Iraq, and again laid out his views on Pakistan.

Brian Williams pointed out that Hillary “took a pass” on answering the question in the last debate regarding Obama’s experience.

Hillary again passed, but took credit for things that had nothing to do with her. She claimed credit for peace in Northern Ireland, which was the work of former Senate Majority Leader George Mitchell. She also cited standing up for women’s rights in Beijing. This is ironic because she criticizes Obama for being all talk and no action. Her words in China moved nobody.

She also stated it was unfair that he gets credit for claiming he took positions before he was in the Senate, and that once he got to the Senate they voted the same way. She then again unleashed her resume. She claims she would be much better equipped to take on John McCain.

Obama disputed Hillary’s antiwar claim, mentioning that he was in the middle of trying to get elected when he passionately came out against the war. He stated that those who voted for the war “drove the car into the ditch.”

As Obama stated that Hillary “enabled” George W. Bush, Hillary actually looked like she would explode in anger. His views are not based on a “speech.” They reflect his “judgment.” He stated that her position was the same as that of President Bush until she started running for President.

Before Hillary could reply, Russert shifted to the issue of troop withdrawal. He asked if the troops would be immediately withdrawn if the Iraqis wanted that.

Obama mentioned a “phased” withdrawal.

Hillary stated that there is “no military solution.” She would “absolutely” listen to the Iraqi government.

Russert asked a tough question. If things in Iraq went to hell after we left, would we reinvade?

Hillary argued it was hypothetical, Russert insisted it was a “real” scenario,” and Hillary argued with him. Hillary criticized President Bush and Obama, but would not answer the question about reentering Iraq. She mentioned that Obama has not held one hearing on Afghanistan or Pakistan.

Obama pointed out that he only became chairman of this particular committee since 2007. He ducked the question about reinvading. He then stated we should “always cooperate with our allies.” That reminded me of John Kerry’s 2004 “global test” remark in one debate that hurt him.

Hillary tried to respond, and Brian Williams needed to cut to commercial. She tried to cut him off, but the commercial break won out.

Obama was asked about Hillary’s sarcastic remarks towards him in speeches. Obama heard his own words and said, “sounds good,” to laughter. Hillary cackled. He stated that Hillary was amusing. He stated that he has a 20 year record, and that if Hillary thinks he is all talk, she should talk to the “veterans of Walter Reed.” This was in regards to a law he helped shepherd to help such veterans. He offered his rational for running, which was to help people.

Hillary stated that she was “just having a little fun,” with her jabs at Obama, before moving on to attacks against special interests, oil companies, and President Bush, none of whom had anything to do with the question. She then tried to mention every city in Ohio for the sake of mentioning them. She pointed out a couple differences on votes, such as Obama supporting Vice President Cheney’s energy bill that she voted against, in addition to a credit card bill they disagreed on.

In a hint of irony, she attacked those that would “never give up.” She said this as she flailed away, with the moderator again trying to get her to stop talking.

Obama was showed the video of him criticizing Hillary for using her First Lady experience when it suits her, while running away from that record when it does not suit her.

Obama reinforced his statements, using NAFTA as an example of her claiming she was behind the scenes disagreeing with it. Obama stated he voted against the credit card bill, and brought up the issue that Hillary in a previous debate said that she “voted for it but hoped it would not pass.” Obama, to laughter, pointed out that the way to keep bills from passing is to simply vote against them.

Obama then calmly offered a dagger. He pointed out that Hillary keeps claiming to be a fighter, which she herself again mentioned in her previous answer dealing with health care. The problem is she fights with everybody, and that her health care approach in 1993 excluded people like the late Senator Patrick Moynihan, and that in the end nothing got done. He can work with people. It was a cooly delivered but very persuasive argument. He also pointed out that there was nothing silly about inspiring people. He also mentioned Hillary taking millions of dollars from special interests.

Russert asked Obama about his pledge to opt by public financing, which he is now “waffling” on.

Obama stated that if he became the nominee, he would sit down with John McCain and try to work out a fair deal. He [pointed out that 90% of his donations were from smallinvestors, with the average donation being $109.

Russert persisted about opting out, and Obama reiterated his position. Russert then pointed out to Hillary that she she and her husband would not release their tax returns. Russert stated that Americans have a right to know who is bankrolling her campaign.

Hillary replied that “the American people who support me are bankrolling my campaign.” She stated that she “will release my tax returns, I have consistently said that.”

Russert asked, “Why not now?”

Hillary replied that normally campaigns do it when they become the nominee, or earlier, and that she “has been as open as I can be.” She said she “will get it together, but not right now, she is a little busy (with the campaign), hardly have time to sleep.” She will “work towards releasing” them.

She was also asked about her archives as First Lady be released. Hillary stated that she absolutely would, and blamed a slow process. She somehow blamed the Bush White House for slowing the process. I give her credit for officially being the most brazen human being in existence. She stated she will take care of this, “as soon as we can, she urged it to be taken care of.”

Russert asked Obama of his being endorsed by Louis Farrakhan.

Obama nailed it. He condemned Frrakhan’s antisemitic remarks, and stated that the endorsement was not solicited. Russert asked if the endorsement should be rejected. Obama stammered, but then stated that he will not object to somebody else “thinking I am a good guy.” There was mild laughter, and Obama again denounced Farrakhan’s antisemitism.

Russert asked about Obama’s Pastor Jeremiah Wright, who has supported Farrakhan. Specifically, Obama was asked about whether his Jewish support would dry up as this becomes more well known.

Obama stated that some of his strongest support is form the Jewish community, and that he is a staunch supporter of Israel. He would “not tolerate antisemitism in any form.” He also wants to “rebuild a historical relationship between the Jewish and African-American communities.” He took his remarks further by saying, “I would not be sitting here were it not for a whole host of Jewish Americans who supported the civil rights movement, and helped to ensure that justice was served in the South.” Obama pointed out that on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, he spoke out against antisemitism at a Baptist Church.

Every black American that harbors antisemitic attitudes should be forced to watch that clip of Obama. It was a spectacular…and true…answer.

Hillary took the opportunity to point out that in New York in 2000, the Independence Party was controlled by antisemites. She rejected their support and refused to be associated with them. She claimed it was a bold stand on principle, but the truth is the Independence Party at the time was a fringe element, and any sane person would reject them. It was the right thing to do, but not bold at all.

Hillary contrasted by saying she rejects the support while Obama merely denounces it. Obama laughed uncomfortably. Obama said he did not see the difference, but that if Hillary felt rejection was a stronger word than denunciation, he would “concede the point and reject and denounce.” Hillary said, “good, good,” as if she had won a significant argument. The crowd clapped for Obama. Brian Williams made light of the difference as well, allowing the semantics to segue to a commercial.

Williams then pointed out to Obama that his record was more liberal than Ted Kennedy according to the National Journal.

Obama responded that the National Criteria Journal had only two votes where he and Hillary differentiated. One was an arcane immigration point, in addition to a procedural aspect of an ethics bill. He successfully showed it to be inside baseball, and that the “categories don’t make sense.” Obama stated that “people don’t want to go back to old labels of liberal vs conservative. They want common sense.”

This was smooth, but another example of a liberal being too gutless to simply admit proudly that they are a liberal.

Russert then asked a very relevant question about the Russian election on March 2nd, and what they knew about the man that would be the successor to Vladimir Putin.

Hillary stated that the man is a “handpicked successor.” Hillary attacked the guy, but did not mention his name. Perhaps she did not know it. She did correctly point out that Putin is trying to hold on to power, and attacked President Bush’s Russia position. We need a “more realistic and effective strategy.” When asked if she knew his name, she stuttered. She then had trouble pronouncing it, and then after saying the name, added the word, “whatever.”

Yes, this is the lady that detests President Bush so much. Thank the heavens for You Tube for moments like this.

Obama said that Hillary spoke accurately about Putin. Obama then criticized Bush’s friendly relationship with Putin.

Russert showed why he is one of the best in the business. He is a bulldog. He asked Obama what he would do if the new Russian President Medvedev helped Serbia retake Kosovo.

Obama stated he would “work with the international community…state that this is unacceptable.” He mentioned NATO. He then praised the Clinton administration with regards to Kosovo.

What Obama did not mention was the willingness to use military action.

Russert then asked a question that has been asked before, but is still relevant. He wanted to know if either of them had a vote they would like to take back. Hillary is unable to ever admit she is wrong. Even on Iraq, she claims to have been duped by President Bush. This was another opportunity for her to admit she is not perfect.

Hillary again brought up her 2002 Iraq vote, and again blamed the President. Again, Hillary failed to ever admit that she herself was ever wrong about anything. It makes the charge of Obama’s stick, that she takes credit for the good, but never takes blame for the bad. She can’t do it. Humans make mistakes. It is what makes the human. This lack of ability to do this is what makes Hillary come across as an android.

She then shifted to pablum about the future. She mentioned the failure to end the genocide in Darfur. It was her husband that failed to end the genocide in Rwanda, yet she continued to say that “we could have an entire program on what we inherited from George W. Bush.”

Obama mentioned the Terry Schaivo situation. He mentioned that Congress intervened in the matter. Obama was against intervening, but he did not stand on the Senate floor and try and stop it. He stayed silent, and that was a mistake. He even added, “as a constitutional law professor, I knew better.” He also said that “inaction can be as costly as action.”

This is the difference between the two candidates on this issue. A sincere question was asked about what they did that was wrong. Obama answered it, and Hillary did not. It is another reason why he is likable and she is not.

Americans like those that take responsibility for their failures. JFK took the blame for the Bay of Pigs Fiasco. Harry Truman is famous for his sign that said, “the buck stops here.” With Hillary, the buck stops with every other human being who is not her.

Obama then praised Hillary, and stated that he was proud to be campaigning with her, echoing her comments about him from the previous debate. It was an attempt to end positively, but both candidates may or may not have been aware that one question remained.

The last question by Brian Williams was to both candidates. Each candidate was to state what the other candidate needs to still answer to be worthy of being the nominee.

Obama stated that Hillary would be worthy, but that he would be better. Otherwise he would not be running. He stated that Hillary is better than Senator John McCain, who is tied to President Bush. Obama stated that the reason he thinks he is better is that he “can bring people together in a unique way.” This will be necessary, and he has the track record to do it. He has a “unique bias in favor of opening up government.”

Hillary mentioned being the first woman President, and the audience clapped. Her issue was who can actually change the country. Shockingly enough, she mentioned her 35 years of experience. She then again spoke about health care.

Not a single question about the War on Terror was asked.

This was a reversal of Texas. Obama was cool, calm and collected. Hillary was angry, shrill, combative…she was basically herself at her worst. She blamed the moderators, Obama, President Bush, and everybody but the one person that is responsible for her failure to be more likable…herself.

Barack Obama won this debate by a landslide.

“Prisoners in Paradise…so far from Heaven’s door…we had it all, but still we wanted more…I asked myself, was it right or wrong, for me to turn away…we’re just children of tomorrow, hanging on to yesterday…I realize, that I can’t turn back…the future’s here to stay…we’re just children of tomorrow…hanging on to yesterday.”

This is not a Joey Tempest in a Teapot. It is about choosing the next leader of the free world. Europe left a legacy of beauty. Hillary will be remembered. The only question is if she wants to be remembered as somebody who truly tried to raise a village, or if she was more obsessed with burning the village for not making her the leader.

“I’m not superstitious…I have no doubt…that there’s a reason…that things turn out…I want you to know…you’re on my mind…every day…all of the time… So keep on walking that road, and I’ll follow…keep on calling my name, I’ll be there…if a mirror should break…it’s easy to take…deep down I know that you care…I’m not superstitious.”

Hillary is not yet history, but she is collapsing under her attempt to try and shape all of the near history herself. Existence is bigger than her, and she is crumbling under the weight of trying to accept that before she existed and long after she is gone, the world will do just fine.

It’s the Final Countdown.

eric

Copacabana–From Hawaii to Havana

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

With apologies to Barry Manilow, who should himself apologize for so many reasons, I bring you the 2008 political version of the Copacabana, from Hawaii to Wisconsin to Havana.

Supporters of Hillary…

They yelled “You go, girl!”

Oh she of ever changing hair,

and not an ounce of flair…

She would meander…

and cackle “ha-ha!”

and while she tried to be a star

Obama came in from afar

He commanded a crowded floor

And Oprah added more

They were young, hip, and attractive

Who could ask for more?

It was pure Oprah…

and Obamamania…

From Hawaii to Wisconsin to Havana…

Obama reached out…

Hill hates republicans…

Barack inspired passion,

Hill was out of fashion…

Obamamania…

Hill lost the love…

His name was Fidel…

He ruled an Island…

Decrepit in his chair

He saw Hillary standing there

When she finished…

He called her over…

2 socialists in love…

Until hubby Bill took off the gloves…

And then the punches flew…

Chairs were smashed in two…

One man collapsed from boredom upon the floor…

But who bored who?

Not Oprah…

Or Obama…

They were hot from Honolulu to Havana…

Obamamania…

had swept Wisconsin

Barack brought more passion

Hill fell further out of fashion

Obamamania…

She lost more love

Her name was Hillary…

They once screamed “You go, girl!”

But that was many years ago

When she and Bill ran the show

There is still dancing…

but not for Hillary

Fading like Fidel…

Her dreams have gone to hell…

She’s now even more unkind

She beats Bill till he’s blind

She lost her youth,

She lost the election,

Now she’s lost her mind

Because Oprah…

and Obama…

Are off to Texas and Ohio with momentum

They worry about John McCain…

and the General Election Campaign…

Heroism vs passion…

Both gave Hill a smashing…

Yet she learned nothing…

2012 with love…

Ok folks, I admit it. I have some serious screws loose.

I guess I am just giddy. First the New England Patriots lose.

Then Fidel Castro leaves not with a bang, but with a whimper, in the form of a note, most likely one spelled badly.

Anything truly is possible. I truly still believe Hillary will somehow find a way at the 11th hour to steal…

You know what? Never mind. I will declare today an optimism only zone.

Thank you Hawaii, Wisconsin and Havana. The world is three small steps closer to being a better place today than it was yesterday.

Despots do not go gently into that good night. They hang on by their fingernails, dragged from the world stage kicking and screaming.

Yet lord willing, get dragged away they will. Fidel Castro and Hillary Clinton are not gone.

Yet slowly, ever so slowly, they might just might be on the verge of leaving.

Hillary is right that Obama is an empty suit, but it is a likable suit that looks nice. Unfortunately for her, she is an empty suit that is unlikable. She will hopefully soon be confined to wherever people keep leisure suits. Perhaps she can wear one while playing shuffleboard at some political retirement home, far away from Washington, DC.

The 2008 race for the democratic nomination and the right to get trounced by republican John McCain continues. He is one tough hombre. It would be fitting if the old war hero outlasts the Cuban cancer that bedeviled 10 previous U.S. Presidents.

(quick election update…with 8% in Hawaii, Obama led 77 to 23%. More importantly, Hillary had exactly 666 votes. I could not make that up if I tried)

The old warhorse will prosper, while Fidel Castro and Hillary Clinton will get lost once and for all.

At the risk of plagiarizing Barack Obama, or perhaps Deval Patrick, on this issue…

I have hope.

eric

Thrill and Danger in the Desert

Monday, February 4th, 2008

Wow! What a thriller of a Superbowl.

For those expecting a Superbowl recap, you will have to wait until Saturday. You shouldn’t have missed the game anyway. Life is about adventure, and sometimes my adventures are more harrowing than what takes place on the field.

At 4:30pm on Saturday, I made a decision to go to the Superbowl. I have watched them on tv with millions of people, but never been to one. 50 years from now, when I have grandchildren, and they are watching clips of Eli Manning and “the scramble,” I will tell them that the day the Giants shocked the world…I was there.

Yet life after the Superbowl was not good. First of all, I could not even get a plane ticket home from Phoenix to Los Angeles. I was going to have to fly into Long Beach, which meant my cab ride would be exorbitant. Compared to the price of Superbowl tickets, I could live with this. What I did not factor into my flight home was the fact that parts of Arizona never change their clocks. Half of the year, LA and Phoenix are exactly the same time. This time of year, Phoenix is one hour ahead.

This meant that kickoff was after 4pm, not 3pm. That meant that there was no way to make my outbound flight, and there were no other flights. So I decided to drive all the way back to LA, a 5 hour drive according to what people told me. Yet this was an inconvenience. Trying to get to my car was a nightmare.

I was one of the last people to leave the stadium, since I wanted to soak up every ounce of Superbowl memory. Had I walked with others to my car, it would have been fine. I walked alone, and I could not find my car. I did not park at the stadium. I parked at the local high school, which was near the stadium. Yet the people who told me where the high school was located were wrong. I walked back and forth for what must have been 3 or 4 miles. In an awful development, I learned that there were two high schools. They were both near each other, but on opposite sides of the stadium.

I called Hertz, and they told me that even though the car had a GPS tracker, they could not locate the car using that device. I was always under the impression that if a car is lost or stolen, they can find it. Perhaps Hertz just did not care. I even knocked on the doors of complete strangers at night, begging and pleading for directions.

My situation was desperate, and realizing that I was on the street in a city I knew nothing about late at night caused me to do the one thing that I did not want to do. I called 911.

Some may say calling 911 in this type of situation is extreme, but I literally felt like I was going to die on the streets of Phoenix. The police officer from the Glendale Police Department said I did the right thing by calling him, and that he would help me. He was very reassuring. Some people may dislike cops (which I don’t), but boy was I glad when he showed up. I explained to him that I clearly remembered the location of the car with regards to being across the street from a sign that had the name of the high school. I could not remember which high school, so he asked me which exit I came off of from the freeway to begin with.

He put my stuff in the back of his car, and after patting me down and making sure I had no weapons on me, he let me ride in the front of the squad car so I would only feel like an imbecile, and not a criminal. He said, “If you have to ride in a squad car as a civilian, this is the way to do it.” We went back on the freeway, looped around, and then I clearly saw the sign. I was at the wrong high school earlier, and 3 miles from where my car was. When I saw my own car I felt relieved, and after putting my stuff in the car, I asked the officer if I could give him a hug. He said yes.

It turns out the guy was a Charger fan, but his duty to help allowed him to save the life of a member of the Raider Nation. I told him that I would root for the Chargers to go 14-2 next year, provided they lose to the Raiders. He laughed. He waited for me to make sure my car would start. It did, and the GPS tracker told me I had 368 miles to go to reach Los Angeles. It was now 12:20am.

For legal reasons I cannot confirm or deny how fast I was driving on the way home, but if I had been pulled over, I would have just thanked the officer for saving my life. I will be sending a thank you note to the officer from Glendale, Arizona.

The only people on the road were truckers and me. I have always liked truckers, and have always loved the movie Smokey and the Bandit. Before getting into that trilogy, it seems that every song on the radio deal with driving.

“Life is a highway…I’m gonna ride it all night long.”

“Been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel.”

“Here I go again on my own…going down the only road I’ve ever known.”

At least I didn’t have to hear a depressing song, “Who’s gonna drive you home tonight.”

Yet when the radio station went fuzzy, not a good thing on long drives, it was the Smokey and the Bandit trilogy that sustained me. I was “Westboun and Down.” Yet instead of hauling illegal liquor from Atlanta to Texas, I was hauling my own tired self from Phoenix to Los Angeles. The Bandit Express was now the Tygrrrr Express.

“You heard about the Legend of Jesse James…John Henry just to mention some names…well there’s a driving legend in the west today…A man called Tygrrrr from L.A. CA. Every gear jammer knows his name…they say he’s got ice water running through his veins…foot like lead…and nerves of steel…gonna go to glory riding 18 wheels”

Nerves of steel not counting my near death and frayed nerves on the streets of Phoenix. Once in the car, I was calm.

“I hit California in a driving rain…so hard I couldn’t even see the passing lane…started to shift when I lost a gear…hit the breaks, found they had no air…the road ahead was steep and long, and everybody who saw it, thought the Tygrrrr was gone.

My wheels jacknifed turned completely round, I was going down backwards bout the speed of sound. Alot of folks seen it, but they all say, you better head out, better clear the way…well I got to the bottom…safe and sound…everybody asked ‘Tygrrrr, how’d you make it down,’ I said ‘folks when the wheels picked up too much speed, I just run along beside it and drug my feet.’

You heard the legend of Jesse James…John Henry just to mention some names…There’s a driving legend in the west today…a man called Tygrrrr from L.A. CA…Every gearjammer knows his name…they say he’s got icewater running through his veins…foot like lead, nerves of steel…gonna go to glory riding 18 wheels.”

Hey, at least it was better than driving songs such as Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “The smell of death,” and Golden Earring’s “Twilight Zone (although Radar Love was cited earlier).”

“Westbound and Down, loaded up and trucking…we’re gonna do what they say can’t be done…we gotta long way to go, and a short time to get there…westbound, for another Tygrrrr run. Put your foot hard on the pedal…son never mind them breaks…let it all hang out cause we got a run to make…”

Snowman: Hey Bandit, why are we doing this?

Bandit: Why not?

Snowman: They said it couldn’t be done.

Bandit: That’s the reason son.

Snowman: That’s good with Fred. we’re clear.

“If I keep it on the ground, when I put that hammer down…I’ll be Cali bound and flying…I’ve got my tin in the wind, let it all hang out again…how you gonna win if you aint trying.”

The Tygrrrr Express made its way through the desert, and eventually I did figure out how to work the windshield wipers. Arizona was easy, but I even managed to miss an exit in Los Angeles, where I have lived since 1990. I ended up downtown, adding 30 minutes.

“Hear that roar of thunder…hear those wild screams…every boy’s hero…every lady’s dream…flying down the highway headed west…in a streak of black lightning, called the Tygrrrr Express…

Look out the Tygrrrr’s prowling…look out the Tygrrrr’s growling…look out the Tygrrrr’s on the move…Look out the Tygrrrr’s growling, get your money and warn the women…tell the others they can all take a rest…cause they’ll never catch the Tygrrrr Express.”

I made it back to my bed at 5:30am, but thanks to that time zone thing that had vexed me earlier, it was only 4:30am. I made it to work, at least physically.

Yes, the young antihero of this blog who occasionally puts the Super in Superbowl is back at home, safe and sound.

So tell the others all to take a rest…cause they’ll never catch the Tygrrrr Express.

eric