Yes, Brian J. Noggle has beaten me to it, but that isn’t going to stop me from posting a link to the Anti-Obamassiah Refuge. It’s always good to know that there are others out there who are not blinded the Audacity of Hoping for Change for Change’s Sake. It’s even better knowing that someone is writing really, really long posts on the topic so I don’t have to!
(H/T: CB, a friend of mine even tho he’s Irish. Kidding!)
Here’s a clip of Isaac Hayes performing Burt Bacharach’s “The Look of Love” live in 1973. Check out how many gold chains he’s wearing, amazing!
I had no idea that Hayes had been such a prolific performer and songwriter in the 1960s and 70s - writing and cowriting many songs for Sam & Dave and other artists for Memphis’ Stax label. Also, I was unaware of how many big names (Booker T. and the MGs, Otis Redding, the Bar-Kays, etc.) and big hits came out of Stax during that time period. Sounds like I need a few dozen more CDs to add to my collection…
Providing another good reason why he should be President, in a Wall Street Journal opinion piece. Maybe Bush should send him over to the Caucases, that would raise a few eyebrows over in the Kremlin.
Apparently, I have some strange form of a communication disorder, whereby I can only talk about politics through clips of South Park. But, as they say, go with what you know.
One thing that I find absolutely incoherent and maddening is the insistence that each and every problem in society and between individuals springs from a communication breakdown. The amount of historical and commonsensical evidence that must be ignored to arrive (and remain) at this conclusion is simply staggering.
One of my favorite scenes from South Park, from the episode,”Do the Handicapped Go to Hell?,” is a hilarious send up of this type of thinking. Satan is torn between two lovers, Saddam Hussein, and Chris, sensitive 90s guy. After Saddam kills Chris, Chris reappears (this being Hell…), and asks Saddam to take a walk through the park with him so they can talk about their differences, with predictable results.
Saddam: “You know what I don’t like about you? You’re the kind of guy, if someone didn’t like him, he’d take him on a walk in the park and ask him why.”
Oh, and RIP Isaac Hayes, who voiced Chef and gave us the soundtrack to “Shaft.” Too bad he was still with the Super Adventure Club, but we will miss him anyway.
As you may or may not have heard during the lovefest that the media and corporate sponsors are having for that other authoritarian power, Russia has returned to its old, imperial ways and invaded Georgia. There’s nothing in Georgia except mountains and huge oil and natural gas pipelines, which I’ve read carry 1% of the world’s oil and keep Europe from being totally at Russia’s mercy. And somehow, I don’t think Vlad sent the boys down south to play their balalaikas and sing songs about the beautiful Caucasian skyline.
The Bush administration, as usual, has been completely clueless and inept. I can almost hear the President telling his Secretary of State, “heckuva job, Condie,” while Russian jets and tanks dismantle Georgia, piece by piece.
Russia should immediately and unconditionally cease its military operations and withdraw all forces from sovereign Georgian territory
But then, McCain is a grownup, and we seem to be overrun with politicians who live in a childish dreamworld. Meanwhile, we dawdle while people in a struggling democracy halfway around the world are getting crushed under the wheels of tanks.
Don’t think that any of this is lost on our enemies around the world. Our enemies (ie, anyone who thinks killing others and taking their lands is a groovy thing, baby) will be emboldened and our friends will know that they can’t depend on us, nor will they stick their necks out for us. If we keep going in the direction we’re headed, we’ll not only have crazies in Iran and Pakistan running around with The Bomb, but Israel and perhaps India will be more willing to use theirs, and Japan will consider having its own nuclear umbrella. Let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that.
I found this little guy completely ignoring the (nonlethal) trap that I set out earlier this evening, peanut butter and all:
Interestingly, he let me walk right up to him, and I almost was able to scoop him up into my gloves. But he scurried off underneath an old refrigerator for safety, and squeaked at me until I walked away. So hopefully he’ll be enticed by the peanut butter sometime tonight. If not, I’ll have to pull out the big guns and go straight to the Quaker Oats.
So after our latest misadventure in homeownership, I said to my wife, “at least there’s nothing else left for us to find.” She pointed out that I had used the same words the last time we found a big gaping hole hidden behind our microwave, but I held out that we had pretty much run out of places to look.
Thing is, our next problem decided to come have a look at me this time around. As a result, I know that our chinchillas are not the only rodents living in our house…
I was taping over a hole in our ductwork after demo’ing most of the rest of our basement with the help of Merkelet and her previously-hidden talent of kung-fu kicking down framing. Who knew? Anyway, after I climbed back down from the ladder, I was looking at how we could move our washer and dryer into a much more sane location, when I caught something black moving out of the corner of my eye. Crap, I thought, that’s the biggest damn roach I’ve ever seen! For a moment I thought the “palmetto bugs” we had encountered in Florida had followed us home. Then I realized that whatever I saw was hopping around, checking out all the demo work we had done. Turns out it was a tiny little black mouse, maybe an inch and a half long.
He’d have been really cute if he’d been out in my yard instead of in my basement.
So it looks like we have yet another problem on our hands. And I’m not even going to think about what other problems we could possibly have. I know how THAT goes…