Thursday, February 27, 2003

It's the Spring Break season and I'm in South Florida. So why is there a complete dearth of ass? Is Ft. Lauderdale no longer a happenin' locale for the booze-fuelled excesses of the nation's youth? Did the City Council ban thongs and keg-stands?

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

This just in: a NY Daily News column reports that Kid Rock supports the imminent war on Iraq.

..."Why is everybody trying to stop the war? George Bush ain't been saying, 'You all, make s***y records.' Politicians and music don't mix. It's like whisky and wine. [Musicians] ought to stay out of it."

"We got to kill that mother-[bleeper] Saddam. Slit his throat. Kill him and the guy in North Korea."

"[Celebrities] got money, you sit around talking about peace. People who don't have money need some help."...

Speaking of celebrity Iraq commentary, I caught a bit of Janeane Garofalo getting bitch-slapped by "Fox & Friends" flunky, Brian Kilmeade. Comrade Garofalo has been hitting the cable TV circuit frequently, pushing her special brand of conspiracy lunacy. Until yesterday, most every talk show host let her rants go largely unchallenged. It took a morning show lightweight like Kilmeade, someone who usually gabs away in fawning puff pieces with athletes and airy celebs, to straight-arm her back into Planet Earth. It was a welcome sight after watching Garofalo make outlandish "vast right-wing conspiracy" charges on Fox News Sunday, then chastise host Tony Snow for not fessing up. As she put it, "Oh, don't pretend that this is like some crazy conspiracy theory!"

Of course, Kilmeade's rebuke will likely be used by Comrade Garofalo as further evidence of the media's attempt to discredit her. Frankly, I think she's doing a good job of it all by herself.

I'm in Ft. Lauderdale this week on business. Flew in yesterday on Continental, and was lucky to get a first-class upgrade out of Houston. I love first-class. Then again, why am I stating the patently obvious? I should have added "I love to breathe," or "I love not being stung by bees."

The trip was uneventful (read: no pompous blowhard insisted on speaking to me throughout the flight, imparting his unique, glorious insight into the Iraqi crisis. Or something far more banal, like why Evan chose Zora), which was a good thing because I finally read Anne Coulter's Slander. It really urkes me that Ms. Coulter's ideological opposite, Michael Moore (read: pompous blowhard who insists on imparting his "unique, glorious" insight into everything and anything), writes a poorly constructed, factually inaccurate diatribe against the Bush Administration, and is profiled lovingly in the major print and television media. Yet, Ms. Coulter pens an intelligent, intricately researched book on liberal fallacies and she barely shows up on the radar screen, despite numerous weeks on bestseller lists all over the country. If people want to debate the myth that "liberals are smart, conservatives are dumb", I think Mr. Moore's and Ms. Coulter's respective books speak for themselves.

Friday, February 21, 2003

Right minds think alike. The guys at (a great site, by the way) weigh in on Donna Brazile's comments I wrote about a couple of days ago:

I think Brazile's concerns are well-founded, but the problem Democrats face is twofold. First, for years Democrats have been well beyond the point of diminishing returns with respect to African-American voters. In other words, Democrats have consistently received 90%+ of the black vote and it makes no sense for them to spend valuable resources to try attract another one or two percent of the African-American vote. It simply won't make a difference.

Of course Democrats take African-Americans for granted, why wouldn't they? African-Americans have allowed themselves to be taken for granted by blindly voting as a bloc for Democrat candidates. For Democrats to be competitive in future elections they will absolutely need to expand their base among whites, particularly men, without losing a significant portion of the black vote. It's going to be a tough balance to strike as the years go by.

Second, Democrat attempts to demonize Republicans as racist are sounding more and more outdated, especially as significant numbers of African-Americans continue to make their way into the middle class. Issues like tax cuts, school choice, and less intrusive government resonate with middle-class voters, regardless of their race. Unless Democrats come up with new ideas to address this socioeconomic shift, their strong bond with the African-American community, which is based in large part upon emotion, will most likely continue to dissipate.

On the way to work this morning I spotted a man waving a huge "Bush Dangerously Incompetant" sign on the freeway overpass. One would think that if someone were to accuse another of incompetence, they would make sure they at least spelled the word correctly. You know, to avoid the obvious irony.

For something truly "dangerously incompetent", check out the latest from the UK. It seems that the British government is prescribing oral sex as an effective means of curbing teen pregnancy. When did Clinton make it onto the UK Dept. of Health's payroll?

Last night's ER was hyped as the Carter/Abby engagement episode. I tuned in, as I normally do out of Thursday night custom, expecting to see what was advertised, but I was instead treated to a preachy, sophomoric episode about the evils of racial profiling. Geez, if I wanted to be force-feed liberal propaganda I would have tuned into NBC's Nightly News broadcast, not their prime-time entertainment programming. Looks like I'll have to find something else to watch on the 9pm Thursday slot.

As for other shows I won't be watching, this Sunday's Grammy Awards show will not be gracing my TV screen. Matt Drudge is reporting that CBS executives are having a cow over the likely prospect that the whole production will turn into one big Anti-War/Anti-Bush love-in. I still hold out hope that most able-minded Americans won't be so ridiculous as to judge the merits of the impending war on Sheryl Crow's latest T-shirt slogan.

Thursday, February 20, 2003

I forgot my lunch, so I a braved the elements (the forecast called for 30% chance of attempted drug solicitation) and walked, through the quasi-industrial ghetto my employer calls home, to the nearest sandwich shop. Luckily, I was not asked to purchase any "smack" or "blow", but a grizzled man stuck out his hand and mumbled something in Spanish as I walked by. I assume he said something like, "Feel this! Doesn't aloe vera work wonders?"

To which I would have replied, "Yes, yes it does." Then again, he could have just been begging for money. Alas, I'll never know. I don't speak Spanish.

On the walk back to the office I was spared any personal space invasions by the local "street vendors". I did, however, witness a neat little drag race between a nifty black Dodge Neon and a snazzy Ford Escort with a gigantic chrome spoiler. Somebody's been watching the Daytona 500, I see.

On a strictly political note, can someone please explain to me why Zell Miller is still a Democrat.

Skipped the bus and rode into work this morning with my boss. Yet again, I had to endure listening to his radio station of choice: NPR. I'm amazed that there are so many people who don't see NPR's obvious leftist slant. Oh well, at least I wasn't treated to my boss's latest crazy conspiracy theory, like how the Bush Administration sabotaged Paul Wellstone's airplane to insure Norm Coleman's Senate victory in Minnesota. Ugh!

Speaking of elections, I saw a blurb the Fox News ticker last night about a possible Presidential bid by Ohio Congressman Dennis Kucinich. Is it just me, or does this guy look like Gilligan with a bad hair piece?

Wednesday, February 19, 2003

Nice piece in the London Telegraph on France's destructive position on Iraq. This pretty much sums it up:

It used to be said that declaring war was a convenient way for failing governments to distract attention from their domestic problems. But declaring non-war, as it turns out, is almost as good. What better way for Gerhard Schröder and M Chirac to divert attention from their failure to get to grips with the reform of their economies, than to snub the United States and lecture the world on the value of peace? Militant pacificism, it seems, can be as effective a strategy for propping up weak national leaders as invasion of an enemy.

I'll admit it. I'm addicted to the Tuesday night thriller, 24. Of course, I should really be ashamed of myself. How can I enjoy a show so blatantly cheesy and implausible, yet so riveting? Imagine my glee when I thought there was a faint glimmer of hope that Kim Bauer, the show's buxom daughter / distressed damsel / murder fugitive, would be mauled by a bobcat. I was glued to the TV set.

And the President character is just so bad, it's funny. Did the writers actually believe that America would accept a candidate that left his wife in mid-campaign? As if. It's like the casting of Morgan Freeman as Commander-In-Chief in the film "Deep Impact". The guy's got a mustache for Christ's Sake! Who was the last moustached President? Taft? Get real, people.

I see Donna Brazile is whining about the mainstream Democratic Presidential candidates' treatment of Al Sharpton. I guess she feels that heartily embracing a flagrant race-baiter would be a good thing for America.

Thankfully, her fears that Republicans are making significant inroads with the traditionally Democratic black electorate are well founded. Why are more black voters listening to the Republican message, or at the very least, a non-Democratic message? I think it directly relates to the substantial rise in the number of black people in the middle class, as confirmed by the last US census. Lessen dependence on government handouts, foster greater self-reliance, and you see a shift away from the Democrats. How does this not make sense to even the most politically challenged liberal meathead?

No drive-bys or naked hobos on this morning's bus ride. However, I was privy to an intriguing conversation between two 16-years-olds about their latest drug convictions. Apparently, 17 counts of possession doesn't necessarily result in jail time. Go figure.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

Yes, I'm late to the blogging game.

It's Tuesday. I'm at work. I leave for home in about 90 minutes. I don't drive, so I take the bus. My company, a software firm, is headquartered on the fringes of the Phoenix Ghetto, i.e. West Phoenix. So, when I take the bus, I often wonder if today is the day I get to witness a good ol' Latino gang-war drive-by, or watch a bum attempt to partronize public transit without pants. I've yet to see anything this interesting, though I'm told it happens all the time. Where's my luck, I ask? Where's my luck, God Damn it!