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Sunday, January 20, 2008
 

What's Up Huckabee's Sleeve

Up Periscope.

As is happening more and more, the political discussion on The McLaughlin Report this Sunday morning got around to issues faith and the American presidency. The jumping off point: Mike Huckabee and his statement,

"… what we need to do is amend the Constitution so it’s in God’s standards rather than trying to change God’s standards so it lines up with some contemporary view of how we treat each other and how we treat the family."—Mike Huckabee

The host posed the question, ‘Should a presidential candidate wear his religion on his sleeve?’

Well, yes and no. On the yes side, I want to know what a candidate thinks about things beyond politics. So I like knowing that Mike Huckabee thinks gay people are damned to hell and he doesn’t believe in evolution.

On the no side, when questions of faith cross over into the political arena as a litmus test for qualification, my heart starts to race and the beads of sweat start forming on my brow. My fear is deep and visceral.

I fear being forced to wear MY religion on MY sleeve.

If our Commander-in-Chief proclaims that the U.S.A. is a ‘Christian nation,’ do we all fall into lock step behind him? And will the government ask me to identify my theological perspective as a way to determine my rights as a citizen…or, more likely, as a tool for the suspension of those rights?

Not in ‘my country,’ you think? I beg to differ. Ask a European immigrant to bear witness to what it mean to wear a ‘yellow star’ when Hitler was in power.

Food for thought.
Down Periscope.

Thursday, January 17, 2008
 

The Last Straw

Up Periscope.

I took an extended break during the ho-ho-holiday season, deciding that my sharp-fanged attacks on culture were better left to this new year.

And what have I got between my teeth to chew on? Straws.

I used to love straws as a kid. I liked the heavy gauge paper they were made of and the cheerful red and white stripe that they had. I especially liked the way they were just the right size to suck up a milkshake...keeping the flow snow enough to prevent brain freeze.

I even have an affection for more contemporary plastic straws, especially those with that clever little bending portion for easy sipping.

What's driving me to drink...drink WITHOUT a straw...is the poor pairing of straws and glasses. And that straws have passed from an beverage option to a beverage standard.

I've had full length-straws stuck into sour glasses, stemware, and most recently, what appeared to be a Dixie Cup on steroids. Why? Is there something wrong with drinking directly from a glass these days?

Does someone know something that I don't? I've got to think about this. Surely it must be a conspiracy of some kind.

I'm going to go below and ponder.

Down Periscope.

Thursday, December 6, 2007
 

Selling Out Versus Cashing In

Up Periscope.

The thing that's been on my mind lately is the term 'selling out.' You don't hear it used much any more.

As a child of the Sixties, I remember how proud I was of beloved anti-establishment pop culture icons (like the Beatles) who swore they would never sell out by licensing their music or image. Up the Establishment!

As they aged, many performers did ultimately sell out. Beatles songs became elevator music...James Earl Jones did commercials for Verizon. But that's okay. Youthful idealism is, after all, for young people.

Or is it?

As I said, you don't hear the term 'selling out' these days. Instead, youthful success in any arena (from rap to baseball) is a natural springboard to licensing deals...endorsement agreements...clothing lines...fragrances...

The name that people earn for themselves with their talent becomes nothing more than a 'brand' stamped on anything that will generate profits.

Sadly this is no longer seen as a negative. Rather than selling out to the powers that be, stars are seen as cashing in on their celebrity.

As trends go...I'd like to see this one reverse itself.

Down Periscope.

Thursday, November 15, 2007
 

It's Not What You Say That Counts...

Up Periscope.

I’ve been on radio silence for a few days, weighted down by work and world events. For distraction as I troll along with the other bottom feeders, I’ve been reminiscing about a TV game show from my youth hosted by Tom Kennedy. It’s slogan: “It’s not what you say that counts. It’s what You Don’t Say.”

It got me to thinking about the nature of words. Two in particular. They’re phrases really: ‘The F-word’ and ‘The N-word.’ I don’t have to explain them. You know what they mean.

But here’s the puzzlement: With all the words in the English language how did these two terms become ‘the words that dare not speak their name’?

Whenever the ban began, I have no doubt that threats of FCC fines keep it firmly in place.

Yet as inflammatory as these unspeakable words themselves are considered to be, they’re hardly absent from the Vox Populi. Media people gleefully bandy about the self-regulated, family-friend phrases “the F-word’ and ‘the N-word’ with surprising frequency. If these words are so awesome in their evil power that we dare not speak their names…

Dare we speak their NICKnames?

Could uttering nothing more than the first letter of these words be harming our weakest citizens? And what about the children?

For a while, the B-word (the one that rhymes with rich) looked as though it might achieve banned status. But it’s back. And it’s resurfaced in that most likely of places: the political arena. I’m sure you heard it. It was put out for all the world to hear…and John McCain to laugh at.

AND it was uttered – spat out, really -- by a woman: B-I-T-C-H.

Now what would have happened if the questioner had used another hot-button word to describe Hilary Clinton. The one that rhymes with stunt. And what if Smiling John had laughed then? Would I have awakened on Sunday morning to hear Pat Buchanan and the other pundits discussing ‘the C-word’ with Tim Russert?

God only knows what the Bill O’Reilly would add as a visual to his discussion!

My head hurts just thinking about this stuff.

Down Periscope.

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
 

There's Madness Afoot

Periscope Up.

I’m feeling a little rattled.

I spent some time this morning in a madhouse on wheels filled with chattering schizophrenics. Or perhaps it wasn't the Bellevue mobile mental health unit. Perhaps it was a New York City busy with a full load of cell phone users.

Is there a measurable difference?

Perhaps you’re not familiar with the ‘trappings’ of schizophrenia. It’s a serious brain disorder that can distort the way a person acts, expresses emotion, perceives his/her surroundings, and relates to others.

You only need to spend a few seconds next to an over-animated, cluelessly loud-talking cell phone user to realize that they are the embodiment of the disease. Apparently convinced they are wrapped in Agent Smart's Cone of Silence and unaware of the obvious discomfort and anger of those around them, cell phone schizos natter on about the most private of topics or worse…the most boring, mundane, energy-sucking minutiae imaginable.

Stop the insanity!

What really puts the pickle on my sandwich is this: people with true schizophrenia (for whom I have the utmost compassion) are frightened and withdrawn as a result of their problem. With cell phone users, on the other hand, I am the one who is made frightened and withdrawn…and churlish and frustrated…and misanthropic and psychopathic.

(Perhaps you’re not familiar with the trappings of being a psychopath. Those are the folks that act out their feelings by spraying bullets in public places.)

Curing cell phone-induced schizophrenia is a battle that cannot be won, but might be controlled with proper treatment…perhaps legislation.

Write your flip-flopping local, state, and Federal representative today!


Periscope Down.

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Saturday, October 27, 2007
 

Natural Born Presidential Killers

Up Periscope!

This week on This Week with Bill Maher the conversation turned to the Governator, Born in the U.S.A., and the Article of the Constitution that covers the birthplace requirements of a potential POTUS. To wit:

Article II, Section 1, Clause 5: No Person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President; neither shall any Person be eligible to that Office who shall not have attained to the Age of thirty five Years, and been fourteen Years a Resident within the United States.

I come from a family of immigrants…and I agree.

No biggie here. It all goes back to childhood.

I believe that we are the sum and total of our experiences. What we see as children shapes who we are as adults. In youth, we are shown the bright promise of democracy which the clean-slates of our mind accept.

Then, we go through the American educational system…see the media through a child’s eyes…experience the slings and arrows of being ‘different’ as teenager (and we’re ALL different in one way or another)…come to understand the meaning of being wealthy or poor in America…

All these things create an EXPERIENCIAL relationship to this country with different and growingly complex layers of understanding about the good, the bad, and the ugly of our ideology.

When seeking truth, we talk about ‘Out of the mouths of babes.’ I’d like our POTUS to be able to listen to his inner child. Perhaps he or she would say, “Make pudding, not war.”

Down Periscope.

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Monday, October 22, 2007
 

Strictly Ballroom- Just for Fun

Up Periscope!

Work preventing me from dancing with the stars myself tonight. World Latin Dance Champions Melanie LaPatin and Tony Meredith and the crew from Dance Times Square had a show at NYC's Danny Kaye Theatre, but I'm here at home creating ebooks on divorce, membership websites, and 'sleeping yourself thin.'

I was a ballroom dancer myself BEFORE it was cool. (Ballroom dancing cool? That sounds like an oxymoron to me) In fact, I'm so old that I studied with Buddy Schwimmer...the FATHER of last year's So You Think You Can Dance winner Benjy. Among my more memorable partners and teachers:

Muhammad Ali Kahn - A very wealthy competitor known for his fancy footwork. His motto: "Fly like a butterfly, swing like a bee."

Bessie Mae Mucho - A passionate Latina from Tennessee, Bessie's always a hit when she throws kisses to the audience and the judges at the end of her performance

Poota Nesca - An dark-complected Italian 10-dancer with a passion for olives.

L.E. Vader - His career has had its share of ups and downs, but he’s well-known by the judges and well-liked by fellow competitors.

Leslie Carom - She’s studied with France’s greatest coaches, but she still hasn’t perfected her floorcraft and tends to bump into competitors, judges and poles

Now back to work.

Down Periscope.

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