Archive for June 15th, 2010

Anti-War Americans: Let’s Show Some Class

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Yesterday, General David Patraeus, the top military commander in the Mideast,  appeared to faint for a few seconds while answering some tough questions before a Congressional Committee about the war in Afghanistan.  Already I’m beginning to hear some snide remarks and stupid comments by people against the war.  I’m sure the Daily Show and comedians will have a great time with this one.

Everyone who has ever read anything by me knows I have opposed these unwinnable Mideast wars for many years.  There is no one more anti-THESE wars than me.  However, this minor incident is not, in  my opinion, something to mock nor laugh at.

General Patraeus deserves our respect for serving this country.  His direction of these wars does not.  Let’s focus on what’s important and not act like junior-high nitwits.

San Diego: “Logan’s Run” with Sun

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Today it was in the mid-70’s and sunny here in upstate New York.  It reminded me of the last time I was in California – a state – and a state of mind.

Remember “Logan’s Run” – the 1976 movie with the premise that a 23rd Century society controlled its population by eliminating every person when he or she turned 30? Don’t tell anyone -but it just wasn’t a movie – they quietly do it now in San Diego, and import people over 75 to pay the taxes.

Sitting in front of the Hard Rock Hotel on a Sunday afternoon was so perfect, it was scary. I tried to remember how I died and why I got to Heaven. Sun? Mandatory. 76º? God permanently set the thermostat. A gentle ocean breeze? Always. Beautiful women? Oh my. . .

The new young, chic-chick style is long, long tanned legs, 5-inch ‘come-do-me’ heels, and ‘miniscule’ (shorter than micro-mini) skirts with or without panties – and yes – you can tell. Strippers wear more at the end of their shows! Incredible.

And thin? I have a model friend, an ex-heroin addict, who is so skinny – biology classes could use her instead of skeletons to identify human bones. If she lived in San Diego, she’d have to go to Jenny Craig. And she’s also 24 which is kind of old to the young of this city. When these women go to the beach, they must bring pails and shovels. Fortunately, they like middle-age men. Unfortunately, to them, middle age is about 26.

Well, I’m not the type to sit around and ogle young women – I’m not a voyeur. So I walked back into the hotel and took an elevator up to my suite. Apparently you can get bench sores after about 2 hours of sitting. Who knew?