Skip to content

the boy who decried Wolf

May 2, 2018

There’s virtually no shelf life left to this, but I did want to weigh in on comedian Michelle Wolf’s gig at the White House Correspondents Dinner Saturday.  I thoroughly enjoyed Wolf on The Daily Show.  However, I found her extended bit strained and  .  .  .  well, not very funny.  She did get some laughs, to be sure.  Her negativity and pettiness, though, reminded me too much of the I-had-better-things-to-do Trump.

He was quick to deride her, declaring the Dinner dead.  Fair enough, but the sound bite that got the most attention was misinterpreted.  Wolf said that Sarah Huckabee Sanders “burns facts and then she uses that ash to create a perfect smoky eye”.  It sounded very much like “burns fat”, and that sent the Rabid Right into full-tilt tizzy.

The Donald is getting increasingly desperate for distractions as the thundering herd of the Mueller investigation approacheth.  The hot air in this one, nevertheless, has cooled.

***********************************************************************************

In happier, unrelated news, please tune into cortesradio.ca this Saturday at 8 p.m. Pacific for the world premiere of my radio series “Nuevo Malibu”.  Join an unlikely trio of companions as they time-travel in a Port-a-Potty.  This episode they go back to 1959 to stop Donald Trump after he accidentally nukes Canada.

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

and it got even worse

April 28, 2018

When last we talked, it was nearing noon on Thursday and the culture was deconstructing more rapidly than usual of late.  I adjusted my attitude, then retired to the more predictable offerings of You Tube.  But there was one more newsflash I didn’t find out about until today.  Charles Neville died.

Charles, along with his brothers Art, Aaron and Cyril, formed the legendary band that held sway in New Orleans — and everywhere else — from 1976 until 2012.  He had moved to Massachusetts, where he succumbed to pancreatic cancer.  Here’s a taste of his skills.

Holy Shitstorm, Batman!

April 26, 2018

So far today, Doctor “Feelgood” Ronnie Jackson has withdrawn from consideration as VA chief, EPA Director Scott Pruitt is self-destructing in Congressional testimony, The Donald has made things even worse for himself and Michael Cohen (if that’s possible), Mike Pompeo has been confirmed as Secretary of State, there’s been an explosion at a Wisconsin refinery, scientists suspect a mountain collapse at a North Korea nuclear test site, and Bill “Doctor Feelgood” Cosby has been convicted.

And it’s not even noon here on the West Coast.

 

happy 75th, LSD!

April 19, 2018

So, 75 years ago today, Swiss chemist Albert Hofmann took the first intentional acid trip, now known as Bicycle Day as fleshed out here.  Hofmann had accidentally absorbed some of his synthesis a few days before, which piqued his scientific curiosity.  The rest is history and the potential of this drug is still unlimited, although ignorance and hysteria is doing its best to, well, limit it.

The traditional gift for a 75th anniversary is a diamond, so please enjoy this gift from Steely Dan.  It’s a paean to the excesses of the 60’s, based loosely on the exploits of counter-culture legend Owsley Stanley, with a nod to Ken Kesey.  And this:

“Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl. You turned it on the world.  That’s when you turned the world around.”

Enjoy your day.

“Roseanne” and Ronnie

April 12, 2018

I was not a regular viewer of “Roseanne” its first time around, although I appreciated that it expanded the blue collar presence in sitcoms that “The Honeymooners” and “All in the Family” established.  I watched the first episode of the reboot along with 18.5 million others, mildly curious.  The advance hype centered on a gender-fluid grandchild, a mixed-race grandchild and the promise of epic political clashes between Roseanne and her sister Jackie.

The ratings dropped by 3 million the second episode, then held for the third episode.  I’m wondering if that will hold, though, because the show has quickly settled into sitcom complacency.  After a few generic dust-ups regarding Trump, the sisters have apparently settled their ideological differences.  The mixed-race grandchild was on screen for a few minutes the first episode, but not seen since.  The gender-fluid grandchild had many scenes in the opener, but also is MIA since.

In non-Hollywood news, I am chagrined, as a veteran, by Trump’s choice to replace Veterans Affairs Secretary David Shulkin.  Trump fired Shulkin for excessive travel expenses on an official trip to Europe.  The day after his dismissal, Shulkin told NPR that he felt he had adequately addressed the issue, and that the White House had forbidden him to comment on it until he left office.

Shulkin is a career health care management specialist, a leader in patient centered care.  An Obama appointee, he says he was under pressure to have the VA privatized, a pet project of the Koch brothers.  I’m all for accountability in government, but Shulkin’s sins are nowhere near as egregious as Scott Pruitt’s outlandish choices.

Trump has nominated Admiral Ronny Jackson, a physician, to replace Shulkin.  I appreciate that Dr. Jackson treated wounded Marines in Iraq, but his recent gushing assessment of Trump’s health is an embarrassment.  Jackson lauded The Donald’s “incredible genes”, “excellent” cardiac health, and how he did “exceedingly well” on a cognitive test.

Mind you, this was the Montreal Cognitive Assessment, and we here in Canada take coherence quite seriously.  To ace the exam, Trump had to correctly draw a clock and identify a picture of a rhinoceros.

Jackson had to fudge to avoid labeling Trump obese.  Donny weighed in at 239 pounds, and — even though people are saying that someone probably had their thumb under the scale — the good doctor bumped up his height by an inch.  Jackson somehow concluded that 45 “will remain fit for duty for the remainder of this term and even the remainder of another term if he is elected.”  That sounds to me like Trump dictated it.

Speaking of which, do you remember Dr. Harold Bornstein?  Allegedly Trump’s personal physician since 1980, he released a letter in late 2015 with an even more absurd assessment of POTUS’s health.  According to Bornstein, Trump had “extraordinary” physical strength and stamina, plus “astonishingly excellent” blood pressure and lab results.

Bornstein, who looks like an extra in a Cheech and Chong movie, had a big finale that again sounds like Trump dictated it: “If elected, Mr. Trump, I can state unequivocally, will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency.”

A website listed in Bornstein’s letterhead linked to an offer to update a Flash program.  The letter opening read “To Whom My Concern:”.  The doctor later admitted that he wrote it in 5 minutes as a limo sent by Trump waited outside his office.

But I digress yet again.  The VA is the largest department of the federal government, based on the number of employees.  It is so overburdened that it didn’t catch up on its Agent Orange claims until mid-2012.  It took me 4+ years to get disability payments for my Vietnam-related PTSD, and it turned me down once.

Shulkin had extensive managerial experience, Jackson doesn’t.  Privatization will further gum up the works.  One bright spot: at least Trump didn’t nominate Bornstein.

 

 

 

finally, now is the time to talk

March 4, 2018

My most recent post elicited many more comments than usual, usually being zero.  But I’m happy to be any part of a vital discussion that is shaping up to be a top mid-term election issue.  I’m really eager to see how many folks show up to the March 23rd rallies for gun control.

The Parkland survivors continue to impress.  Some of them are journalism students.  Using their tech savvy, they started a GoFundMe campaign the day of the shooting.  Well on the way to their goal of $50,000, they will use the money to print an ad-free commemorative  issue of their quarterly newspaper, plus opening, closing and memorial pages for their yearbook.  Please consider helping them.

Judith, summergale, Brown Brother, Gordon and ALBERT, thank you for participating; especially Gordon as he heroically struggles with Spell Check.  ALBERT, my brother, you’re correct that the idea of arming teachers was suggested to Trump, but he jumped on it immediately and was soon denying that he said it even as he continued to advocate for it.  Classic Donny.

Some of Trump’s most memorable positions were, indeed, just mentioned in passing to him.  Remember the famous “red line” comment?  He said that in a July 2017 interview with Michael S. Schmidt and Maggie Haberman of the New York Times.  Hope Hicks could tell you.  She was in the room.  It went like this:

SCHMIDT: Last thing.  If Mueller was looking at your finances and your family finances, unrelated to Russia — is that a red line?

HABERMAN: Would that be a breach of what his actual charge is?

TRUMP: I would say yeah.  I would say yes.  By the way, I would say, I don’t — I don’t — I mean, it’s possible there’s a condo or something, so, you know, I sell a lot of condo units, and somebody from Russia buys a condo, who knows?

Clearly he didn’t give it much thought.  Again, classic Donny.

Expect Trump to backtrack on his statements about gun control that enthralled Dianne Feinstein, like he’s already reversed course on arming teachers or someone like them.  Right after he chided members of Congress for being afraid of the NRA, he had dinner with the NRA’s CEO and assured him that he opposed gun control.

I’ve been trying to find an accurate number of NRA membership.  It careens from the NRA’s claim of five million to a third of that.  I have found that one of its lobbyists said the organization has at times counted deceased members.  I guess Charlton Heston was really sincere when he said we could have his gun when we pry it from his cold dead hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“not my crusade”

February 25, 2018

I called a longtime friend/spiritual brother in the Midwest today to get his take on the gun control debate raging in the U.S.  He joined the NRA ten years ago, attracted by its training and safety programs.  Now, he says, he won’t renew his membership because of the recent political histrionics of CEO Wayne LaPierre.  After every mass shooting, LaPierre reflexively spouts the party line about the Second Amendment being in imminent danger of being repealed.  But he has no choice.  Generous contributions from the gun industry and its corporate allies help bankroll the NRA.

Anyway, my friend/brother said LaPierre lost him with his obsession over the alleged gutting of the Constitution.  “Not my crusade”, my f/b said.

The Parkland shooting is starting to really be different this time, mostly because of the survivors.  Since the slaughter, these kids have shown more courage, articulation and rational thought than LaPierre and LaTrump combined.  I hope that — as the vanguard of Generation Z — they spawn massive political interest among their peers.

I witnessed significant trauma in Vietnam as a casualty reporter, but I stuffed it and didn’t own it for 25 years.  I applaud the students for confronting their trauma before the wounds turn to scars.  That’s crucial.

I don’t know if any of the kids will go into politics, but, please, Emma Gonzales.  Run for President ASAP.  At the very least, hopefully they will register to vote in huge numbers.

So as teenagers are being the voice of reason, LaPierre has blathered about the Second Amendment and The Donnie has simply blathered.  In his classic style, Trump pulled –not necessarily the first — but the worst thing out of his ass.  His proposal to arm teachers is not only loony, it would be a boon for the gun industry, which needs more government subsidy.  Remington just filed for bankruptcy.

As the gun-crazy crowd continues to wrap itself in Old Glory, please note that Super Patriot Wayne LaPierre had a Selective Service number in 1970 that placed him in the “most likely” to be drafted pool.  But he didn’t go.  Snopes pooh-poohed an internet rumour that he was spared due to a nervous disorder, then speculated that he got a student deferment.  I’d like to offer an alternative theory: he caught bone spurs from Trump.