Thursday, February 2, 2012
requiem...
he was a storyteller who rarely painted himself as the hero.
he was my uncle, my boss, my friend and my purgatorial confidant.
he was gone this morning and the world is a little heavier for me today.
i'm sure the sun will be a little brighter with Dan working the lights....
Saturday, November 5, 2011
short form...
its all i have the strength for currently...
enjoy or don't...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
death or cake...
For my take on the matter I present this...
For those of you who don't have the time or inclination to give me the shameless hit I sum it up thusly...
"These particular allegations attack the ideology and morality of higher learning and should merit more than just a loss of bowl eligibility or scholarships but instead become a monument to the consequences of egregious behavior in the manner that SMU penalty was proposed to be and failed."
I'm speaking of course of the 1987 "death penalty " given to Southern Methodist university merely for playing players. I use the term "merely" because in the case of "the U" players weren't just alleged to be paid, they were given access to prostitution, paid in a bounty like fashion to injure opposing players and possibly in one case given access to an abortion...
College athletics is corrupt, it was before SMU and it is now, we all know it. The athletes know it, the parents know it, the coaches, the NCAA and so on. But in the 25 years since the institution of the SMU penalty the problem has metastasized like cancer. The "death penalty" was supposed to put a stop to these kinds of things, but instead has allowed the deferment of them to leaches dressed as boosters and the culture is morally bankrupt. I don't have to go too deep into the sociology of the issue for you to understand the breadth of consequences that comes from melding education with compensation. There are a million stories of pay-for-play and worse in the naked city of college athletics, but it seems the NCAA settles for the death or cake rational...
if you offer death and cake, the answer is cake every time...
put 'em to death...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
peripherals...
Outside of being almost Anthony Quinn—Francesco was his son, he played Rhah in the 1986 film "Platoon." Aside from that film being one of the greatest depictions of good and evil ever created, the characters, born from Oliver Stone, were as rich as you've ever seen in a military film. Rhah, along with Keith David's portrayal of King, are two of my favorites. A delayed RIP to Rhah...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011
facebook gold..
This gentleman here, who I know to be of sound mind, linked this to facebook which moved me to comment about our Commander-in-Chief...
(edited for poor grammar, induced by rage)
He has been governing for a second term, which always leads to sell-outs and back-downs. At least W shoved shit in our faces and then asked us to vote for him. I might have a little more respect for W then Obama right now, because if Obama had shoved tax code up their asses back in December along with a debt ceiling rise, I would have gotten an Obama tramp stamp tattoo. Now, after caving then, he allows a body of government with worse job security than a Washington Wizards coach partake in political extortion against his and his party's principles, not to mention principles of economic logic.
Honestly, I'm on the fence about the deal that was made simply because a deal was made and the immediate repercussions, (that is my already poor credit becoming full on go-to-the-mattresses economics), were avoided. But man-alive is there a sensible motherfucker in the Senate or the White House that doesn't get the fact the house of Representatives is akin to a political joke. They have two years before they have to get re-elected that makes for a year of policy rattling. I guarantee you in 2012 there will be another congressional bloodletting because at the end of the day, that's the only place where a normal, everyday kind of voter can hope to effect real change at Federal level. The fucker that has an office in your neighborhood. That office is never furnished well and the lights ever on—no one gets too comfortable in a congressional representative's office, it might as well be a P.O. Box. The Tea Party succeeded, they rushed in a ton of yahoo's and made a mockery of the process and in turn made the professionals look like amateurs...
Oh well, I think the idea of a man getting an Obama tramp-stamp tattoo is pretty clever, considering it would be my first ink, and the Wizards comment is interchangeable with the Oakland Raiders or the old Pop Steinbrenner Yankees. I do stick to my old haunts when it comes to references...
Maybe its not facebook gold, but it got me back on this horse for a day...
Clint Eastwood getting hammered slugging Pabst. It's like this...It's like that...
Now, that's facebook gold...
Friday, July 29, 2011
deadlines...
To be clear, I was sitting on the couch in my parent's living room, ottoman between legs, like the night Mookie Wilson became immortal and Queens was the center of the world 20 Autumns before, when it happened. Lord Charles, the hammer, the hook—whatever you call it. The first time I laid eyes on one while standing in a batters box was the last time, some kid from Bayside High made me look silly. So as the St. Louis Cardinals celebrated in front of me and Carlos Beltran walked off, defeated and despondent, my first thought was of wonderment...
"Who throws a fucking 3-2 curve ball in the ninth inning of the seventh game of a National League Championship Series?!"
The answer, of course, was Adam Wainwright, that's who...
In the days that passed the natural inclination of most Met fans was to curse Beltran for keeping the bat on his shoulder and taking the backwards K. None of those fans have every seen a curve ball up close and personal, and therefore didn't know any better. But while the Beltran K and the failure of the team to advance to the World Series in 2006 was fated by Wainwright's 12-to-6er, it would not compare to what would befall the franchise over the next four years...
I don't have the time or inclination to rehash days gone by, suffice to say that the Mets, historically are a likeness of the Mariner in Samuel Coleridge's epic "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" and Beltran, fair or not represents the albatross in this current playing out of Met struggles. The trading of Seaver, the one inning too long for Gooden and the surrender of the Scioscia home run, Benitez, and Heilman and Yadier. The Beltran strikeout laid on the neck of the franchise like the albatross...
Beltran has been a great Met, when he has been healthy he has been everything we ever asked of him. He was no Mike Piazza, but who could be, Beltran came in and was a 5-tool player for this team. He played hurt until he couldn't play no more and hurt he was still better than the majority of center fielders in the game, so I'm sorry to see him go in that sense. But it occurred to me this morning as the Mets approached 6 1/2 games behind the wild card leading Atlanta Braves that there is a distinct difference in this team than the one that was playing the game just one week ago. They are free, the rain has fallen, there is water and there is wind. Regardless of how this season plays out, and whether the Mets keep it interesting through September or succeed in the improbable by cinching a wild card playoff birth, the albatross is gone. Never again will anyone have to answer for not swinging at a curve ball...
Never again will a Met's player have to answer for what happened in the past, because the all of a sudden, the Mets have a future...
Monday, July 11, 2011
the 8th district...
Republican lawmakers have drawn a line in the sand that shows they have no understanding of mathematics. We've spent the last 10 years with tax law in place that was initially enacted for general relief and then to stimulate job growth. We were all too busy chanting USA!, USA! and collecting a sparse check for $600-1,100 to notice anything fishy....
The cuts were trumpeted as a way to jump start job growth by providing incentives for businesses to hire, particularly in the small business sector. The cuts were supposed to help small businesses of this great nations survive under the crushing weight of the previous tax code. I worked for a small business in 2003-2006, and now that small business is one man in and out of a hospital bed without health insurance. So much for his piece of the pie. But that's not on Mr. Boehner, no, he was just s spoke in the wheel then voting yay to whatever President George W. Bush and his administration cooked up. Rising costs for two wars, weapons development programs and homeland security measures be damned, they cut revenue anyway. Fund medicare as a legacy?, 'sure, why not, let's get sushi and not pay!' Even President Ronald Reagan knew better than to get involved in a 'real' wars when he made his deep cuts in government revenue. But for all of his candy-coated sentiment and his wife's 'Just Say No' bravado we all got high enough that when we came out of our stupor the country had evolved into an oligarchy. President George H.W. Bush sealed his fate by campaigning on the call of 'Read My Lips...' and we all decided to take the power back. It was 1992...
Well, here we go again...
Ten years of tax cuts and spendthrift ways. Its 1992 all over again and Mr. Boehner is going to speak for a party so fractured they have forgotten what to call themselves. Mr. Boehner is today's H.W. Bush. Given the deal of a lifetime with all the trimmings, cuts in entitlements, smaller government, and without stripping defense contracts, Boehner draws the line and says no new taxes. He speaks not for his 8th Congressional District of Ohio that makes an average of $43, 753, but for his place of residence in West Chester, Ohio, who's motto reads; "Where families grow and businesses prosper." A place where Proctor and Gamble, BAE Systems, GE Aviation and CEVA Logistics all hang a hat. Indeed a growing township that I'm sure is making more than $43, 753 per household...
I wonder, when the President provides a deal that includes $3 Trillion in spending cuts over 10 years, which is 3/4 of the cuts that Congressman Paul Ryan has projected using conservative think tank estimates, what's the issue? Is it the fact that on top of that the President would like to roll back elements of the tax code, not on personal income tax mind you, but on corporate profits made overseas, and breaks on the use of private jets? Breaks on those high-level corporate administrators that took the Bush tax cuts, put them in their pockets, pushed economically toxic waste investment strategies and then ask for some help from their own default? American people be damned, for these folks first class isn't good enough they need to fly private!...
Goldman Sachs recently laid off 1,000 people and took those same jobs to Singapore and hired 1,000 residents of the Malaysian country. This wasn't 1,000 secretarial and mail room jobs, these were college educated trading positions, and in some cases, MBA holding individuals that lost out on their cherry gigs because they make too much money. If I were Goldman Sachs my next move would be to apply for work visas for every new hire in Singapore, put them on the books as American workers and celebrate with 1,000 additional heads for the tax cut tally. But I'm not Goldman Sachs, I have a conscience. I also believe in the free market, the same market that would have crushed them like grapes if they didn't receive their piece of corporate welfare, courtesy of my job and the jobs of millions of Americans. Thanks for that...
Exxon Mobil is only required to declare 5% of its overseas profits for the benefit of its corporate income tax. That's like saying for every dollar you make the government is taking a nickel. A NICKEL. Five Cents! Sure Exxon Mobil employs hundreds of thousands but they also lobby against energy reform and rattle sabers with OPEC millionaires in countries that breed teenage America-haters. They have played both sides to the middle like an Upton Sinclair novel and come off looking Dickensian...
I'm not looking for Mr. Boehner's ear or Mr. Ryan's or anyone else screaming 'hell no we won't tax.' I'm not looking for the ear of Senator Harry Reid or any other democrat who think that saving entitlements for this generation is worth losing the next three generations. Your children's and their children and so on. I'm looking for the ear of the 8th Congressional District of Ohio. Hamilton, Middleton, Huber Heights, Eaton, Greenville, Piqua, Troy and those parts of Dayton, those residents that hold Mr. Boehners fate in their hands every two years. Mr. Boehner has made his decision for Christ. He has once again put you under the bus. Don't let him lie to you again. Tax code changes are not job killers, corporations are. These conglomerates can choose to do the right thing and be good for their communities in a way that satisfies all, they just choose not to. Mr. Boehner is up for reelection like every member of this 112th session of Congress. Send him out on a rail because he doesn't remember what it was like to make a salary $43, 753 and he surely doesn't care to know either—no matter how many tears he sheds. Vote for the Republican challenger to current President Obama as well, I don't mind, but be sure to know that when you do he was not the only one who failed you, Mr. Boehner is getting a little surf and turf action going on tonight regardless of whether a deal goes down...
The American people want action from their President and he has answered their call. Why won't Mr. Boehner and his cronies pick up the line?...
I implore those residents of Ohio, to pass this along to those they know from the 8th district of Ohio. Pass along just a little logic from the constellation...
