Wednesday, December 31, 2003


        Interesting Globe article about friction between the petro plutocracts who travel to Pakistan to hunt the houbara bustard and the local tribesmen who are, prickly at their best. At their worst... well, remember this?

        Brings to mind Wilde's quip about fox hunting, "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable." Or considering how egregious both sides are, maybe Kissenger's quip on the Iran/Iraq war that it was a shame they could not both lose.

        Anyhow, the oil barons seem to continue the Arab tradition of abusing hospitality and trying to take over for themselves. In Afghanistan, the Arabs of Al-Qaida treated the Taliban as second class terrorists. In Europe (Most of the article requires a subscription, but, according to Peretz, "In Belgium, they already want Arabic as a national language." And let's not forget the Israel.

        The West is damned for its colonialism, imperialism and expansionism. But these days, they are not the most egregious practitioners of such sins.


        Death pool substitution on my roster. Bob Dole is out. Replacing his is Joseph Barbera the master of mediocre animation who bears a great deal of responsibility for much of my mis-spent youth.

From Milan, to Yucatan/ Every Woman and Every Man

        I'm back. The tan and magartia hangovers are fading. Just going to post a few quickies before my New Year's eve date.

Friday, December 26, 2003

Weather is here. Wish you were beautiful

        I am taking this opportunity to report live from the Riviera Maya south of Cancun. Rest, assured, gentle readers that your obedient servant is doing more than snorkeling, overeating, buying kitsch, visiting ancient ruins, tanning, sipping tropical cocktails and slamming tequila shooters.


        Future updates will include thoughts on cultural imperialism, the Mayan achievements, Lord of the Ring refs, the usefulness of high school Spanish and why the word poverty does not describe the pathologies of the underclass. Now for more Xtabentun!

        ¡Camarero, en me sopa es un mosco! ¿Mosca? ¿Es feminina? ¡QuĂ© buenos ojos!

Friday, December 19, 2003


  1. Yes, I saw Return of the King. For a movie 210 minutes long, moved quickly. A bench warrant has been issued for John Rhys-Davies
    for stealing every scene he was in.

  2. I will be on vacation in Mexico next week. When I return, I'll discuss the film and my speculation about the relationship between videogame sales and European decay.

Thursday, December 11, 2003


        The ghouls at Amish Tech Support continue their loathsome tradition of the death pool. Being the merrily morbid sort, I joined in. Here are my fifteen choices and the reasoning behind them.

  1. Yassir Arafat: The Chairman of the Board among those I hope and expect who will soon be stiff as a board. What can I say about the man? Well, plenty, but mom may be reading. At 74 his body is as rotten as his soul and no matter how many baby wipes the man has, being cornered like the rat he is, thanks to the Tzahal, is quite stressful

  2. King Fahd bin Abdul Aziz of Saudi Arabia: Vegetables spoil eventually. Robert Baer has a creepy description of how far gone that potentate is. Not that it matters much to the kleptocrats of the House of Sod. His brain can be tapioca, so long as his heart beats.

  3. Ronald Reagan: Much the same theory as Fahd of Sod. Apparently the end is nigh for the Great Communicator. The difference is that I will mourn Ronnie's passing.

  4. Glen Campbell: He's 67 years old and still living hard. His liver can't last much longer.

  5. Jay Zeamer: This is one of those, "I hate myself for choosing him. I hope that I am wrong!" types of picks. As Richard Burton said in The Longest Day, "The thing that's always worried me about being one of the few is the way we keep on getting fewer." The 85 year old Major Zeamer is the last surviving Army Air Corps Medal of Honor recipient.

  6. Slingin' Sammy Baugh: Arguably the
    greatest player
    in the history of the NFL. Like Zeamer, he is the last survivor of his elite class- NFL Hall of Fame charter enshrinees. Though still spry, he is 89 years old and all those tackles do add up after a while.

  7. Mike Wallace, : (The fossil journalist not the NASCAR driver).
    To give you an idea how old Wallace is, he pitched cancer sticks on the idiot box. He was already an established journalist when he went over to TV... in 1951!

  8. Fay Wray: That delicate satin draped frame.

  9. George Habash: So much for the "I'd rather you not die, but you're no spring chickens and I want someone the other ghouls probably haven't picked" choices. Habash, another doddering terrorist, is in my "DIE YOU FILTHY BASTARD, DIE! " catergory. At 78, he may be a bit young to be a great pick, but Palestinian terror leaders tend to have a short life span. And I doubt Yassir would appreciate any competition, especially from a Christian born wannabe, even if he is allegedly retired.

    I'm claiming Habash as my commie, BTW. Anyone names his murderous terror troupe 'Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine,' is redder than steak tartare.

  10. Bob Dole: Decorum forbids Viagra quips.

  11. Francis Crick: Yep. Trying to get the Nobel laureate. However it's Watson whose death seems to be awaited eagerly.

  12. Ray Bradbury: Please let me be wrong about this one. But he's another legend who has been around forever and the final curtain is very likely to end his long run sooner than I'd want.

  13. Alistair Cooke: Cooke is best known in the UK as their quasi-anthropologist among the colonials. The USAians remember him as the classy Brit who hosted Masterpiece Theater for two decades.

  14. Joey Bishop: The last of the last. The least flamboyant Rat Packer is the last one standing!

  15. Max Schmeling: The Black Uhlan of the Rhine not only outlived most of his opponents, he probably outlived his sport.


        Miss me?

        <cricket chirps>

        Dang. Guess not.

        </cricket chirps>

        Well, the big news... I`m officially a lawyer! Woo! Party down! I was sworn in at a ceremony at historic Faneuil Hall. So now I`m not just another blogging loudmouth. I`m a blogging loudmouth shyster!

        Of course that was... a while ago. Regrettably I fell out of the blogging habit. But now I`m back. Really.

Thursday, March 20, 2003


        Rick Leventhal, another embedded Foxnews reporter is claiming the First Marine Division is entering Iraq. Also rumors of certain commanders of the Republican Guard are interested in surrendering.

1st Marines


        Greg Kelly, an embedded Foxnews reports that the 3rd Infantry Division reports artillery fire. Also more targets of opportunity are being attacked in Baghdad.

3rd Infantry Division


        Antipodean blogger/journalist Tim Blair was listening to talk radio and was surprised by the number of pro-liberation callers ABC. The last call he describes is particularly pertinent.

        The [call] came from an older woman named Jill. Her family had migrated to Australia after WWII. "I wish we'd had politicians in the 1930s with the guts of Tony Blair and John Howard," she said, her voice catching slightly. "Why?" asked the host.

        She answered through a rush of tears. "Because then I'd have a lot more relatives."

Wednesday, March 19, 2003


May G-d bless our Armed Forces and defend them as they liberate Iraq and destroy its totalitarian regime and evil leaders.


(1 point ref)

        One of the nicest things about living in a major metropolitan area are the cultural opportunities that one can just not get in the hinterlands, or even smaller cities: museums, concerts, theater and movies. It is a real pleasure to be able to eschew the lowest common denominator, intelligence insulting, would-be blockbusters soulless mall multiplex to catch interesting flicks at the art house.

        So, Sunday night I went to the 'The Coolidge Corner Theater' to see a presentation of several of the Oscar nominated shorts subjects. I meant it to be a date. However, the lady did not make it and did not inform me until long after.

        I recovered. Don't worry. On to the program. The Academy has three categories for short subjects; animated, live action and documentaries. The program included all the animated shorts, and three of the five live action nominees. The last item was the sole documentary, 'Mighty Times: The Legacy of Rosa Parks'

        These features are given short shrift by the Academy and ABC. It seems as though they do everything to distract the viewers from seeing the millisecond of clips they show. I know the camera dollies are cool, but do we really need to zoom around as these artists' hard work is playing for a brief moment on the screen. I know the audience is not paying attention. Or maybe they're only interested in the odd choices of announcers for these segments. But, still, these guys deserve respect.

        Frankly, the pre-Oscar hour would be better dedicated to these flicks, rather than Babwa Wawwa's inane celebrity suck-ups.

        Anyhow, here are my reviews:

Animated Shorts.

        Some years I have been known to care more about this field than Best Picture. Past winners in this category have included giants like Tex Avery, Chuck Jones, Nick Park and Walt Disney. The past few years CGI has taken over the field. Three of the five entries are computer generated. Interestingly two of the entries are from major studios and are available on DVD.
  • Katedra
    (The Cathedral): Directed by Tomek Baginski. Poland. A wanderer in a wasteland on an alien planet enters a bizarre cathedral like structure, reminiscent of the Mines of Moria designed by H.R. Giger. Based on a story by Jacek Dukaj. The computer animation was gorgeous, but, the story was predictable. I am not sure what statement they were trying to make, but the flick did not, ultimately, have much of an impact.

  • The Chubbchubbs!: Directed by Eric Armstrong. USA. A hapless extraterrestrial janitor at the 'Ale E Inn' (groan) has to shelves his dreams of singing stardom because THE CHUBBCHUBBS ARE COMING! This cartoon is proves my dictum that even a dumb, corny, gag, when well delivered, is hilarious.. The Chubbchubbs! is chock full of goofy SF related sight gags. The computer animation is not as polished as Pixar products, but it's still pretty good
    Available on the Men in Black II DVD.

  • Das Rad (The Wheel): Directed by Chris Stenner, Avrid Uibel and Heidi Wittlinger. Germany. Two rocks watch mankind's progress from their extended perspective. The workmanship was stunning, especially because the animation was stop motion and not computer generated. It was fairly clever and nice change of pace from CGI. But the message was fairly predictable.

  • Mike's New Car: Directed by Peter Docter and Roger Gould. The gruesome twosome from Monsters, Inc. are back as Mike shows off his new car to his friend. Probably the odds on favorite to win the Oscar, but is is not as good either technically, or storywise, as 'For the Birds which earned the Oscar for Pixar last year. Both shorts are available on the Monsters, Inc. DVD.

  • Mt. Head. Directed by Koji Yamamura. Japan. The only traditional cell animated movie of the group, this bizarre flick is definitely not what we would associate with anime. It tells the story of a stingy man who, after eating cherry stones, finds a tree growing from his head. The story veers rapidly from the grubby to the utterly surrealistic. The movie obviously parodies traditional Japanese storytelling, making me regret not being able to get all the jokes. Because of its foreignness, Mt. Head is the darkest of dark horses in a contest adjudicated by the middlebrows of LA-LA land.

Live Action.

        Only three of the five were screened- all from Europe and two from the Axis of Weasel. Interestingly, both of the 'weasel land' films were less than 12 minutes, combined. Both were essentially single punchline tales that drew comedy from miscommunication.
  • J'attendrai le Suivant... (I'll Wait for the Next One): Directed by Philippe Orreindy. France. A young man stands up on a crowded Metro car and announces to a seemingly indifferent world that he is looking for love. A pleasant piece of fluff, this light comedy, while laugh inducing, is utterly forgettable.
  • Der er en Yndig Mand (This Charming Man): Directed by Martin Strange-Hansen. Denmark. Another romantic comedy, but with slightly deeper meditations on identity and ethnicity. Lars Hansen, an unemployed bookkeeper has discovered that Ida, a girl he used to tease back in school, is teaching Danish to immigrants. Unfortunately his ID number has been confused with a Pakistani immigrant named El Hassan. Thoughtful hilarity ensues. My money is on this one of the three I watched. The Academy voted for The Accountant last year, which indicates to me that they like the slightly longer , more complex stories. While the plot device of assumed identity is older than Shakespeare, it still felt fresh and witty in this flick.
  • Fait d`Hiver (Fact of Winter AKA Gridlock): Directed by Dirk Beliën. Belgium. A professional, trapped in traffic during a snowstorm tries his new cellphone to call home. This stripped down, darkly comic flick takes an old gag and runs with it effectively and brutally.

        The last entry was the sole documentary of the evening, Mighty Times: The Legacy of Rosa Parks, which told the story of the seamstress and activist who helped spark the turning point of the civil rights movement. This retelling used re-enactments, archival footage and narrators (including grandchildren of the participants). Mighty Times has its moments, but the too-clever-by-half style unsubtle style overwhelms and bludgeons its strong subject matter. A sparse, unflashy documentary is more effective. The audience should be regarded as intelligent enough to draw its own conclusions.

        Reportedly, Mighty Times will be shown on HBO. For all its flaws, it is still worth checking out.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003


        The amazing Meryl Yourish declared Saturday 'Eat an Animal for Peta Day,' in reaction for the veggie flakes' stunningly tactless and obscenely offensive ad campaign trying to co-opt the Holocaust. She has been collecting menus from that day. So here's mine. Breakfast was egg whites and lox. Lunch, regrettably was vegetarian. (I was on the slopes of Killington and the only Atkins friendly food was a salad... Well, there was something else, but I did not want to spoil dinner.

        Supper was chicken soup, corned beef and home made turkey chili, made by yours truly, with a little prepackaged help.

Monday, March 17, 2003


        I live near an abortion clinic. No, I'm not going into Roe v. Wade. My former girlfriend claimed she wanted to slug me after why I said that decision was bad law. (I am pro choice, as a matter of public policy, but I'd rather the decision be made by appropriate entities- state legislators. I am also a damn hypocrite for getting into the abortion issue after saying I'd avoid it, but that's another matter.)

        Now, this clinic has spray-painted a half-circle eighteen feet around the door. Anti-abortion protesters, who occasionally show up with their gruesome photos and religious tracts, are not allowed inside Every time I see that spray painted fluorescent orange line, I think to myself 'now leaving America,' 'The First Amendment ends here,' or similar uncharitable thoughts. In contrast, the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court, in the case of Benefit v. Cambridge, has ruled that the First Amendment protects beggars pestering people trying to enter Harvard Square convenience stores.

        The reason I bring this up is as an introduction to another telling of Political Correctness AKA Pinko McCarthyism on Campus. The University of Maryland has magnanimously consented to allow free speech in two whole locations on campus. While that seems to make the Terrapins more enlightened than others in academe's bestiary,

        [University spokesman George L.] Cathcart noted that the university allowed students to hold a rally protesting war in Iraq that drew about 500 people to McKeldin Mall yesterday. McKeldin Mall is not one of the two areas reserved for public speech under the university policy being challenged by the ACLU, and Cathcart said he believes the area is regulated under another policy.
        ACLU officials seized on the discrepancy. "The university's willingness to close its eyes when it's a highly public demonstration leads to the inevitable problem of selective enforcement," said staff attorney David Rocah, noting that other student groups, including environmental activists and supporters of former presidential candidate Lyndon H. LaRouche Jr., have been prevented from marching or leafleting on the mall.

        Oopsie. Looks like the Free Speech for Me, And Not For Thee mentality remains the order of the day for the American Left and liberalism. For example, some 'peace lovers' in California destroyed a 9-11 memorial. (via LGF Meanwhile, listeners to NPR (AKA National Pinko Radio) are furious when the other side is presented. (Via Andrew Sullivan) How dare they present other views! Don't they know the way it's supposed to be? You present the Palestinians attacking the Jews, then the Israelis who attack their own government.

        Now that I have brought up NPR, I need to mention something I heard on 'Fresh Air' Saturday. No, I did not listen to NPR willingly. I was in the back seat of the car and my Rio Volt's batteries were running low. Anyhow, the commentator was talking about the word 'protest.' Being a NPR chatterer, he could not resist an utterly unnecessary dig at conservatives, who complained about Barry McGuire's song 'Eve of Destruction.' They used the Fairness Doctrine to protest. The commentator, Geoffrey Nunberg, remarked with typical NPR snideness, "This was before they realized they could live without it." Well, the liberals pine for the Fairness Doctrine, because, as usual they can't handle the marketplace. (Which is why NPR is subsidized. But that's a furious rant for another day.)

        It is no secret that the left in the institutions it controls attempts to create a monolithic ideological culture. Some people have made a good career out of exposing it. The reason is why does current liberalism is so intolerant towards those who disagree? I blame the 60s. Yeah. That's my default position on almost anything, but hear me out. First, as David Horowitz would say, the Left snatched the banner of liberalism. Instead of Scoop Jackson liberals, you had Eugene McCarthy times who were far more disposed to empathize with the Warsaw Pact than their own country. The current left retains the totalitarian instincts of its former Soviet mentors/role models.

        The other problem is that, as the terminology of the day went, they made the political personal. They internalize their ideology to such a degree they can not imagine anyone on the opposite side of the aisle being a decent human being. They can not agree to disagree rationally. If you do not hold their views, you are evil. They see their opponents as warmongers, racists, the avaricious and vile. Such monsters have no right to speak, or if they can not be silenced, must not be taken seriously.

        Of course when you make the political so personal, every defeat is all the more painful. Their desperation to MAKE A DIFFERENCE has been driving them over the edge, with promises to commit acts of sabotage and violence. Hysteria rises in proportion to impotence, and the ensuing ugliness ensures irrelevance. So by trying to get others to shut up, they make those who disagree more attractive. The vicious circle continues.

        Thank goodness.


        Bush said what needed to be said with no padding or fuss. Vast improvement over the last press conference. Bush does have a talent to cut through nonsense. Too bad he did not use it this winter while the Axis of Weasel played its delaying game on behalf of their client. Well, no matter. This is endgame for Saddam and the UN. Neither will be missed.

        The most important part of the speech, IMO, was the warnings to the Iraqi soldiers and commanders.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003


Everyone is making a big deal about French fries now being called liberty
fries or patriot fries. And one occasionally hears mentioned the WWI
frankfurter and sauerkraut changes to hot dog and liberty cabbage,
respectively; but what about the WWI change in Britain of German Shepherd to
Alsatian? Worth a comment on your page?

My late Alsatian, Caesar von Wolf.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003


Far above Cayuga's waters,

There lies an awful smell.

Some say it's Cayuga's waters.

We know it's Cornell.

Thursday, March 06, 2003


        I generally like Dick Morris, but in his March 5th column, he makes a lulu of an error.

        Remember the domino theory? It posited that if Vietnam fell, Thailand, Burma, Malaysia and Singapore would be next. Then the Philippines and Indonesia. Soon we'd be fighting in San Francisco.
        It was wrong. Vietnam fell . . . and nothing happened.

        Wrong, Dick. The theory was right. When Saigon fell in 1975, it was the beginning of a sad story, as much as the end of one. Cambodia fell into the bloody clutches of the Khmer Rouge. Laos fell into Communist tyranny as well. Hundreds of thousands of refugees fled the region as the totalitarian regimes were installed.
hellish states ever made.

        Liberals, then as now, could not see the catastrophe that would arise from their triumph. George McGovern, who also opposed granting asylum to refugees fleeing the Communists after the fall of Saigon, nodded approvingly as the dominoes fell. "Cambodians would be better off if we stopped all aid to them and let them work things out in their own way."

        Then Representative (now Senator) Chris Dodd declared, "The greatest gift our country can give to the Cambodian people is not guns but peace, and the best way to accomplish that goal is by ending military aid now."

        Dodd's gift resulted in four years that would see 31% of Cambodia's population murdered.

        And what caused the fall of South Vietnam, nearly two years after our troops left and the subsequent chaos? It was triggered by liberal Democrats in Congress felt that the way to peace was unilateral disarmament and surrender.

        We followed the path suggested by George McGovern, Ted Kennedy and Chris Dodd over a quarter of a century ago. The result of appeasing the bloodthirsty is more blood. They were wrong then. They are wrong now. The difference is that too many Americans have learned from their folly to repeat the same mistakes.


        Sorry for the unannounced hiatus. I had a major project that just ended last week. I spent the rest of the time recovering.

Thursday, January 23, 2003


        Al Sharpton's HQ was damaged by an electrical fire. The good news is that nobody was killed or seriously hurt, although one man had to be treated for
smoke inhalation. The bad news is, 'nobody hurt' includes Sharpton.

        While I normally refrain from wishing a horrible fiery death to my fellow man, Sharpton would be high on my shortlist of people who
have earned a Willy Pete makeover. The fire this time had no casualties. The same can not be said of
the previous Sharpton associated blaze, which the not-so-good Reverend ignited with his incendiary rhetoric.

        Well, according to what the alleged Reverend supposedly preaches, he'll get flames enough in the end.


        Another display of European contempt for Jews and Jewish suffering.

        COPENHAGEN, Denmark - Parents of more than 100 Danish scouts were outraged over a game of tag at a scout camp in which children acted as Jews wearing yellow Stars of David and tried to escape from adults pretending to be Nazis.

        Next is the 'suicide bomber game,' where they get to stick nails and shrapnel into the other kids. Looks like the Danes are flushing their moral superiority away.


        Bill Maudlin cartoonist laureate of the greatest generation died at
age 81. He twice won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial cartooning and was awarded the Legion of Merit by the Army for his work.

        In his memory, I offer a 21 gun salute.

        RIP Willie and Joe.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003


        I think you're looking for this guy! I know our names are similar, but Major General James Wolfe, conqueror of Quebec is probably the one you want, judging from the disappointed Google hits I've been getting from the .ca domain!

Friday, January 17, 2003


        I don't want to sound like a racist. I want to have every word from my lips or my keyboard to be full of love. But when I read articles like this...

        Islamic extremist groups reportedly have threatened to bomb the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens if security is assigned to a consortium that includes Israeli companies.

        In addition, Arab nations are threatening to boycott the Olympics if the SAIC Team gets the security contract for the Games, according to the Greek newspaper Avriani.

        The reason why Israel has so much knowledge about counter-terror is all the terror from the damn Arabs and Islamofascists. And why do the Olympics, the games
of peace need that expertise?


        These Olympic athletes were murdered by ARAB TERRORISTS!

The 11 Israeli

athletes mur-

dered by Fatah

terrorists at the

1972 Munich

        Here is where I will sound racist and I do not care anymore. The Arabs want complete freedom of consequences for all their actions. They support terror organizations, then whine when their citizens/subjects receive added scrutiny at border checkpoints. The violate cease fires and shriek shrilly at the return fire. They send out homicide bombers and are shocked when their targets send attack choppers and tanks seek to avenge the murdered. They whip their rabble up into bloodthirsty frenzies for wars of extermination against a neighbor and then drop the refugees who are the consequences of their defeat into the laps of others.

        Let them boycott. Let them throw dung at another symbol of shared humanity. The UN, the noble goddess of freedom. has become tyranny's syphilitic strumpet. The terror loving Arabs have desecrated the Olympics before in order to attack the Jews. I doubt their absence from pique will impoverish the games too much.


        Excellent essay today by VDH on the equivocation that masks spinelessness.

Thursday, January 16, 2003


A.D. 980-1016

IT IS always a temptation to an armed and agile nation,

    To call upon a neighbour and to say:—

“We invaded you last night—we are quite prepared to fight,

    Unless you pay us cash to go away.”

And that is called asking for Dane-geld,

    And the people who ask it explain

That you’ve only to pay ’em the Dane-geld

    And then you’ll get rid of the Dane!

It is always a temptation to a rich and lazy nation,

    To puff and look important and to say:—

“Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.

    We will therefore pay you cash to go away.”

And that is called paying the Dane-geld;

    But we’ve proved it again and again,

That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld

    You never get rid of the Dane.

It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,

    For fear they should succumb and go astray,

So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,

    You will find it better policy to says:—

“We never pay any one Dane-geld,

    No matter how trifling the cost,

For the end of that game is oppression and shame,

    And the nation that plays it is lost!”

Wednesday, January 15, 2003


        Must have been a crummy last couple of days for U-Mass
President William Bulger. The Commonwealth's former Speaker of the House had been
by victims of his brother, James 'Whitey' Bulger.
Howie Carr rubbed more salt into the wound with his radio show. His guest, Indiana congressman Dan Burton announced that THREE Congressional committees will be coming to town to ask more uncomfortable questions of the former
Senate President about his brother's relationship with the FBI and State House.
The last time Burton was in Beantown asking about Whitey, Billy, who many believed used his brother's street muscle to compliment his political power, took the fifth. The firestorm may have been better than the
questions that would have been asked.

        Small wonder he collapsed during a service for the late Globe sportswriter Will McDonough.


        Do not trief-l with these consumers!

Thursday, January 09, 2003


          My first review is up at Blogcritics.

Monday, January 06, 2003


        Kudos to Senator Bill Frist. The newly installed Senate Majority Leader was doing his normal non-senatorial activity, saving lives. He came upon a scene of a traffic accident and along, with a number of medical professionals, cared for the injured. Frist performed triage. According to Capt. Ken Kronheim of the Broward County Fire and Rescue Department, "He was instrumental in helping us sort out the critical patients."

        The survivors were loaded into ambulances, which Senator John Edwards promptly chased.

        Yeah. It was a cheap shot. But I'm much nicer than Doug Denver who declared...

        GOP Senators stop at car accidents and render aid.

        DNC Senators swim from car accidents and let young women drown.

        Hat tip to Insignificant Thoughts.

        Even less charitable was Opinionjournal. "In fairness to the Democrats, we should point out that they too have a physician-lawmaker, Rep. Jim McDermott of Washington state, a psychiatrist. McDermott has been known to administer not only aid but comfort."

        So, John Edwards is throwing his hat into the ring. Listening to the daytime talk radio in town I noticed the hosts and listeners focuses on his wealth, not how he earned his $14 million dollars.

        There are material reasons, as well, for Republicans to go after trial lawyers: the large corporations that generally support Republicans are frequently subject to lawsuits that exact damage awards in the millions of dollars. Small businesses fear trial lawyers even more. A sizable judgment against a Fortune 500 company at most knocks down its stock price; but it can drive a small business into bankruptcy. The National Federation of Independent Business, the main small-business group instrumental in crafting the president's tax cut, is equally involved in guiding tort-reform initiatives.

        The writer falls into the fallacious liberal meme that Republican means rich. Big corporations (Like Enron and Global Crossing) have been giving more to the Democrats. Dick Polman of the Philadelphia Inquirer notes that "In the 2000 election cycle, for example, big business gave 42 percent of its largess to the party and its candidates."

        The small business donors are finding the GOP more attuned to their needs, especially on the issue of not feeding the plaintiff's bar, a major client of the Democrats.

        Now is the time to push for tort reform, when communities are losing their doctors. (Doctors, unable to by the legislative Theodens from their shyster Grimas are resorting to the desperate tactic of saying, "If you want the gall bladder out, ask James Freaking Sokolov to do it!" And it's not just in the Mountaineer state. Even in the echo chamber of the New York Times opinion pages, concern is being voiced. An agressive push on the issue is what is needed.

        Getting back to Frist, John Hawkins must have a cast iron stomach to be able to wade through the DU sewer. Here's some of the fantasies being spewed in the fewer swamp...

        "I nominate him for "Emergenc y Surgeon General"....jesus, a couple years ago he supposedly rescued a Capitol cop who had been shot...??? WTF? This guy is really Superman. He miraculously appears whenever someone is injured....gimme a f*ckin' break.."

        If they can get away with killing Wellstone Two nobodies should be no sweat for KKKarl Rove and co."

        "IF it's true ( I doubt it) BFD the man is a freaking doctor. that's what doctors are supposed to do. Of course , being a republican it would be amaing if he did the right ."

        Keep up the hate and paranoia, folks. It'll make your political immolation all the more delicious.

Friday, January 03, 2003


        Hall of fame coach Sid Gillman is dead, according to the NFL. He was a pioneering coach in both the AFL and the NFL. His San Diego Chargers won the AFL with a (pun intended) electrifying passing game.