Archive for June, 2008

Sunday Sauce at the White House?

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

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First off, let’s stop all this silliness about Hillary being Obama’s running mate. Paris Hilton has a better chance of being on the ticket. Her main qualification? She’s not Hillary Clinton. Obama didn’t win the nomination by being stupid and I’ll bet he’s had just about enough of the Clintons. So have I. So have a lot of people. So Obama’s people are floating around at least a half dozen names to see if any catch. A few of these are women which should satisfy at least some Clintonestas.

One name is Janet Napolitano, Governor of Arizona. Governor Napolitano is smart and she’s tough. She was named one of America’s top five governors by Time magazine and she’s also the first governor to deploy National Guard troops to help stop illegal immigration.

Napolitano’s heritage is half Italian on her Father’s side. She would be the first REAL Italian-American to run for Vice President. Geraldine Ferraro was one of those artsy, white sauce, classy Italians found in Northern Italy. The rumor is these people are really French and just added a vowel to the end of their names.

At any rate, is the country ready for an Italian-American Woman Vice President and a Black President? I don’t know but I would like to think we’re ready to choose leaders based on vision and qualifications rather than ethnicity.

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Hillary Clinton, Junkie

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

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Watching a junkie who has run out of dope is painful. It’s so horribly pathetic, it almost physically hurts those who watch. The desperation – the scheming – the pleading – the insanity – the total focus on getting the stuff regardless of what it costs or who is hurt. NOTHING matters except getting that sweet poison into the veins one more time. We are seeing it now.

Hillary Clinton is a junkie. A power junkie.

Her plans for the country aren’t really that much different than Obama’s. Her ‘experience’ versus his ‘change’ message didn’t fly and her ‘sure thing’ arrogance in the beginning of this race was insulting. But despite the fact she cannot now win the nomination numerically, she’s not giving up on her mad quest. Why? Because she can’t. Junkies rarely can.

We should be very wary of anyone who NEEDS power this much. Do you really believe she wants to be president for the good of the country when Obama can pretty much do that same job with the same anticipated outcomes? The biggest difference is they won’t have her name on them. Hillary shouldn’t go to the White House – she should go to rehab.

How should she leave the race? She should take off her pants suit so we can see how fat she is – and then she should sing. Or am I being too wishy-washy here?

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Fruit of the Loons

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

 

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Rochester’s TV spokespeople are a strange, scurvy crew. They’re no better nor worse than other small city hawkers – they’re just here – and most times, that makes them annoying.

Ad agencies and massive egos push business owners in front of cameras and we get all types of mad trips. Screaming car dealers practically go broke giving the damn things away at $1- over invoice (Right). We see furniture hucksters (“No payments until the junk wears out!”) and funeral shills (“Don’t need to DIE now to BUY now!”). Lawyers who’ll sue for stuff you think you had once (maybe) but was never diagnosed. And my favorite – auto injury victim chasers (“I even changed my name to rhyme with CAR!”).

It’s all pretty strange – but there’s strange – and then there’s ‘good’ strange. Lori’s Natural Foods is good strange – I love their commercials! I can even sing the jingle! For those of you without television: Lori’s commercials feature about a dozen, early 20’s stoners dressed up like fruits and vegetables, dancing and singing in a grocery store (presumably Lori’s). They pop up onto your screen, wave their arms and legs, and run all around crashing into each other laughing. Obviously they’re having fun and not taking themselves too seriously.

If this is how you feel eating healthy foods, I might even scrape the grease and salt from my cheeseburger.

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Happy Birthday, Dad

Monday, June 2nd, 2008

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Had my Father lived, he would have been 89 today. He died about 2 years ago and I had the privilege of living with him here for his last 4-years. He lived in what was pretty much a “studio” apartment – a large room & bathroom- off our main apartment. The door was almost always closed because we are both virtual recluses and friends were always shocked when they learned one of our main means of communication was the telephone.

Dad was the kindest and gentlest person anyone had met. He would shyly smile and tip his baseball cap to every one of the old women who lived in the building as he slowly trudged to the diner next door in the Strong Museum. They opened the door for him every day at 10:30 even though they really didn’t open until 11:00. They would bring him coffee and his “allowed” lunch of soup and a salad which I insisted they serve him because of his diabetes – even though he ordered french fries day after day. Of course he never complained about that – and the eyes of Moshe the manager filled with tears when I had to tell her he wouldn’t be coming back. The portrait above hangs in the diner’s kitchen to this day.

My Dad was the best man I ever met.

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