Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...
I'm sure most straight American men would love Charlie Sheen's life. He makes people laugh for a living. He was married to Denise Richards. He's paid very well for Two and a Half Men. He parties with hot chicks. But c'mon, Chuck. You aren't Keith Richards. You can't drink, snort and screw all night like you're 27. Since October, you've been to the hospital twice after partying with adult film stars. Now normally, I'd say you deserve some sort of medal for this. But Charlie, you have kids. You have a successful television show. In other words, you aren't Pauly Shore. He could get away with this kind of behavior. You need to slow down. As appealing as it would be to hang out with Capri Anderson or Kacey Jordan, you need to think about priorities, Charlie. Let's face it, Denise Richards has nothing going for her right now. She and your kids are counting on that CBS paycheck. If you die because you are snorting drugs and doing body shots off a 20-something porn star, your kids lose. I doubt you will learn from this latest incident, Charlie. None of the issues in the past have managed to penetrate your thick head. (I'll let the obvious comment about Kacey Jordan and penetration go this time...) I know you won't read this blog. I know there is no one in your inner circle who will read it either, Charlie. But grow up. You're too old for this shit.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
CSI: Mindcrime
Over the past few days I have been watching reruns of the CSI spinoffs. And after my dog rolled her eyes at David Caruso, it got me thinking about the pros and cons of the two spinoffs. I would think most of us would agree the original CSI is still the best of the bunch, even without Grissom. But which is the second best? The flashy but horribly acted CSI: Miami? Or CSI: NY, which is darker but the acting is of a higher quality? (I would argue CSI: NY has the best acting of all three shows.) You see, even though the acting on CSI: Miami is dreadful, I like most of the characters. There is just something about them. However, on CSI: NY, I don't have that feeling with any of the characters. They are unlikable. Even Gary Sinese's Mac Taylor doesn't draw me in. But, despite David Caruso being one of the three worst actors of all time, his Horatio Caine is likable, even with his cheesy one-liners and his one-trick-pony sunglasses. If forced to make a choice, I will always watch CSI: NY over CSI: Miami, even though I wouldn't be upset over any of thge characters being killed off. I know that CSI: Miami remains more popular that CSI: NY and will probably survive for many seasons more. Even though I won't miss any of the characters, I will miss the solid acting. If only the characters from the Big Apple version of CSI were a bit more appetizing...
P.S. If the creators of CSI ever decide to do anothert spin-off after one of the others ends its run, I suggest one of these two choices: CSI: Houston or CSI: New Orleans.
P.S. If the creators of CSI ever decide to do anothert spin-off after one of the others ends its run, I suggest one of these two choices: CSI: Houston or CSI: New Orleans.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
the No Freedom League strikes again
Just when I thought the NFL couldn't get more ridiculous... in the past they've fined players for writing scripture references in wristbands and drawing crosses on hand tape and there have been fines for pants and socks not being at the correct length... this season we saw penalties for "excessive celebration" get out of control... now Roger Goodell wants to censor trash talk... really? The trash talk the Jets fired at New England was some high quality entertainment! Football is about two things: winning and hurting the other team's feelings... any rules to hinder the latter take away from the fun and intensity of the game. Let the trash talk continue... let the celebrations go... let NFL stand for National Football League again...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Overly sensative Hollywood crybabies
So Ricky Gervais offended some of Hollywood's elite Sunday night at the Golden Globes. Let me ask you this: does anyone who was not in that room Sunday night give a damn? The answer: no. I couldn't care less if Angelina Jolie was offended my Gervais' jokes. She has a nine-figure bank account. She can go where she wants, when she wants. I don't feel sorry for her. These thin-skinned Hollywood elitists need to toughen up and just go with it. Everyone knew Ricky would push the envelope with his humor. No one expected anything less. So Gervais subtly called Tom Cruise gay. And...? So he brought up some of Bruce Willis' no-so-memorable films and also pointed out The Tourist was a flop. He made jokes about Robert Downey Jr's addiction probelms. No different than Leno or Letterman. The president of the foreign hollywood press has said Gervais will not be invited back to host the show. OK, I can live with that. His humor isn't for everyone. But he went on to say Gervais will never recive a Golden Globe nomination. Can we say childish, boys and girls? The response and backlash to Gervais' jokes is assanine but nt surprising. The eilitist Hollywood types have always been unable to take a joke and expect sympathy from the rest of us when they are offened. In this case, they are not going to get it. We all felt bad when John Travolta's child died. We do not feel bad about him being upset over Ricky Gervais making a joke about Scientology. I ask all you Hollywood people to suck it up, crack a smile, learn to laugh at yourselves and get on with your million dollar lives.
Monday, January 17, 2011
In honor of Dr. King
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
sex education in brooklyn
I usually get sick to my stomach when I hear the letters ACLU. However, in the case of Cindy Mauro and Alini Brito, I hope the group comes to their aide after they were unjustly fired from James Madison High School in Brooklyn for an alleged lesbian encounter. School custodians and security agents claimed to have found the two naked in a classroom during a evening school function. An arbitrator ruled Ms. Mauro's defense was "lacking in basic truthfulness" and the entire incident degeneratated into she said/she said bickering between teachers and an assistant principal. I'm sure there are teachers all over America who are lesbians and I'm certain some of these teachers are in relationships with each other. If these women are good teachers and are not interfering with students' education, who cares? Does a person's sexual orientation have anything to do with their ability to do their job? No, it doesn't. This is a witch hunt. There is no better way to describe it. It's apparent this high school has not realized we are in the year 2011. Maybe the faculty and staff of James Madison High School in Brooklyn, and not the students, are the ones in need of sex education classes.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
happy birthday to the greatest of all time
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUSH LIMBAUGH!
Rush Limbaugh is the greatest radio commentator of all time. He single-handedly revived talk radio and has inspired and enlightened million of Americans with his analysis and opinions of American politics and society. His success has made him the most listened to radio show in American history (over 25 million listeners weekly) and he influenced the second and third most listened to radio shows in countless ways. (They would be Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck, respectively.) Rush was once a struggling talk show host on KQV in Pittsburgh and was fired from the Kansas City Royals front office. He never crawled into a corner and felt sorry for himself. He didn't blame his failures on other people or make excuses for his shortcomings. He kept trying. He worked hard and achieved fantastic success. Ladies and gentleman, that is what America is all about. Only you can live your dreams.
Rush Limbaugh is the greatest radio commentator of all time. He single-handedly revived talk radio and has inspired and enlightened million of Americans with his analysis and opinions of American politics and society. His success has made him the most listened to radio show in American history (over 25 million listeners weekly) and he influenced the second and third most listened to radio shows in countless ways. (They would be Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck, respectively.) Rush was once a struggling talk show host on KQV in Pittsburgh and was fired from the Kansas City Royals front office. He never crawled into a corner and felt sorry for himself. He didn't blame his failures on other people or make excuses for his shortcomings. He kept trying. He worked hard and achieved fantastic success. Ladies and gentleman, that is what America is all about. Only you can live your dreams.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Arizona
My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones during the terrible shooting in Arizona. But, as with every one of these awful tragedies, there comes bleeding heart liberals. And I fear the anti-gun nutjobs will use and twist these murders to their own agenda of taking guns away from decent, law abiding people. Taking guns away from decent Americans will not solve the problem of murder. In fact, if us decent people are disarmed, it will make the life of criminals much easier. We as Americans must squash this inevidable pontificating before it has a chance to start. Punish those responsible for this heinous crime as serverely as the law allows. An example must be made out of them. Leave guns in the hands of responsible, Constitution loving Americans who want nothing more than to protect life, liberty and property. To all you anti-gun lefties, remember the line about "cold, dead fingers"? I sure hope you do. Because that's what it will take to remove guns from the hands of those with something worth protecting.
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