Obama as Nobel peace prize winner joins an illustrious crew, including:
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To paraphrase Gert Stein, a joke is a joke is a joke.
Lighter fare, emphasis on books and movies, but also meaty stuff
Obama as Nobel peace prize winner joins an illustrious crew, including:
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To paraphrase Gert Stein, a joke is a joke is a joke.
Just opened Not for Attribution: Diary of a Mad Reader, in case you want to take a look. It’s a little different. Less topical, more ruminative. If you like it, say so. If you don’t . . . oh, just think it over some more.
Sitting on a park bench, I was spattered by raindrops and got really mad. I stood up, pulled my things together, said to the weather man, “If that’s the way you’re gonna be, forget it,” and stomped off. I wasn’t going to temporize.
Out of Monterey CA comes some sharp commentary that makes a loyal Chicago Democrat seethe with indignation:
Editorial: Chicago, Olympics don’t go together
Even without the Olympics, summer in Chicago is a bad idea. Think heat, humidity and humorless Chicagoans eating oversized sausages. Think 1968 Democratic Convention. Combine Olympic-size crowds and Chicago-style performance and the city will have about as much appeal as a rainy night in Newark.
Newark, eh? That’s mean.
No matter what the Obamas may tell the Olympic committee in Copenhagen later this week, the only way this would make sense is if they made bribery an event.
Stop that!
Chicago politics barely resembles politics as we know it. Here, grand juries issue reports about voting machines. There, grand juries indict political machines.
How corrupt is Illinois? Even if you have followed the saga of Gov. Rod Blagojevich, you may have forgotten that his predecessor is still in prison for racketeering and fraud.
So? You have a problem with that?
The Chicago Sun-Times once ran a front-page story bragging about how not a single alderman had been indicted or convicted that year.
A few decades back, the same newspaper ran a long series that perfectly illustrated what’s wrong with the Olympics idea. It showed what happened when the Sun-Times opened a bar, cleverly named the Mirage. Every city and county employee who had any say over the process, from the liquor license to the fire inspection to the building and health permits, had a price beyond the statutory fee. Each and every one. The plumbing inspector. The electrical inspector. More than 25 in all. All caught on tape.
They could do the same for sleazy deal-makers and all that Olympics spending, and snarky California editors would have another golden moment in investigative reporting to report. Besides, who do you think inspired the dynamic free-lance duo who exposed ACORN?
Have things changed since? Not that we’ve heard. Imagine how many palms would need to be greased in order to build an Olympic village, an aquatics center, a new stadium or two. Take the actual cost estimate and double it.
Again, what an opportunity for enterprising reporters!
Do we really want the whole world to watch Chicago put on a modern pentathlon of bid rigging, election fraud, kickback, extortion and money laundering?
Oh, I get that whole-world-watching business: ‘68 in Lincoln and Grant parks and “police riot” proclaimed by ex-Governor Kerner, who later went to jail convicted of sleaze.
Softball is out as an Olympic sport. Do we want to see it replaced by Chicago-style hardball? How about some racket ball? Some say arm wrestling should be added to the lineup. How about arm twisting?
O.K., have your fun. Hardball, racket ball, arm-twisting, huh? Give me a break.
Some things simply don’t go together. Like salad and ice cream. Like playoffs and the Giants. Like Chicago and the Olympics.
Hell of it is, it might happen.
This story out of Johnson City, Tenn. — just west of Knoxville, 61,000 souls — hits a nerve. How so? Because I wore a “NoBama 08” baseball cap around Oak Park during last year’s campaign and had a number of people ask me where I got it. A number of others gave me a hi-sign when they saw it. Others gawked. Two people objected.
One, the counter woman at USA Liquors at Harlem and Madison, took me to task, as did an OPRF student on her way to school, very briefly. Neither were anything but good-natured about it. But if I were looking for something to go with my cap now in Johnson City, I’d be out of luck.
Dan Fuchs used to sell such items in the Johnson City mall, where business was just starting to pick up and he was looking forward to the Christmas season.
One of Fuchs’ anti-Obama T-shirt designs.
[His] business, the Graphic Edge, printed slogans and pictures on items such as coffee cups, bumper stickers and T-shirts. He said more than half of his business came from the sale of anti-Obama merchandise. Bumper stickers with slogans such as “SOS: Stop Obama’s Socialism,” “Nobama,” and “Chicago got the party, but the country got the hangover” were displayed around the small stand.
Now it appears Fuchs is out of business at the mall, but mall officials say this decision was not based upon political views.
Fuchs thinks so. He says
mall officials . . . told him to take down the anti-Obama items on display by closing time or face immediate eviction [on Thursday].
That’s not how it happened, said Marsha Hammond, the mall’s marketing director.
Mall General Manager Tembra Aldridge and Melinda Davis, the mall’s specialty leasing representative, suggested that Fuchs also display items in support of Obama. The mall had received several complaints from customers regarding the anti-Obama items, she said. Hammond also said that it was Fuchs’ decision to remove the items completely from display.
Nope, says Fuchs.
“I was given no choice. I was given . . . the option of taking it down or get out, receive an eviction at closing time.”
His had been a market decision to stock the anti-Obama merchandise, which had grown to 60% of his stock. He
hadn’t initially set out to create anti-Obama items. One day . . . a customer asked for an anti-Obama shirt to be printed. A few days later . . . another customer asked for another similar item.
Then some of these items were put on display . . . most were completed upon customer request, Fuchs said.
Most got a kick out of the materials.
“People would look at them and laugh or whatever, and I would always ask ‘what do you think about it? Do you approve?’ or some silly little remark,” he said. “I would say that probably 95 percent were positive, only 5 percent were not.”
Here in Oak Park, the responses would be pretty much reversed. But if there were such a vendor with such a product, in Oak Park he would have been allowed to continue, as long as he paid the rent, right?
I mean, look, didn’t that ex-homosexual Christian fellow have his day in the sun (at Buzz Cafe) talking up his book on changing one’s life style? Didn’t he? He didn’t? Hmmm.
Ah. One more thing. This Fuchs fellow, gone from the mall, says he’s going to sell his stuff on the Internet, which is where I found my NoBama ‘08 cap, I forget exactly where. It might have been here. Or here, where the motto is
“Hope” fading?
Express yourself.
Voice your concerns over the President’s direction with anti-Obama designs from our community.
Is this still a great country, or what?
A new pair of “nice Italian leather business casuals” does not help our plucky Intern Architect this time at Zoning, where no good plan goes unchanged.
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The singers — Beyonce (don’t know her last name) and Taylor Swift — both wore bright red for their acceptance speeches at the MTV awards last night:
Waited a while in my eye doctor’s office the other day, got feeling like an English patient, asked the desk woman what was my estimated time of arrival. She said 15 minutes, but I was antsy that day and knew getting in would be only half the fun: there would be another wait after drops were administered, etc.
Last time, for instance, I sat while one of the docs told three or four non-doc staffers about the call from an emergency patient that had just come in: pure gossip it was.
Also, in the outer office this time, I was looking at people arguably in the last year of their respective lives, the ones who cost so much but will be winnowed by a panel come the revolution in health care. There they (we) all were, waiting . . .
I asked if I might reschedule, and the desk woman said sure, pointing to another woman. I hesitated, then suggested I call to make the second appointment. No problem.
That was ten days ago — time flies when you’re avoiding the eye doctor. I just called, and . . .
. . . asked for a non-busy time, got 8:45 tomorrow morning. Good. I will arrive at 8:30 with at least one good book, one that will absorb me completely. Oh, but if it’s not a large-print one, I won’t be able to read it, and maybe not even then. . . .
Maybe I will bring my excellent $15 Radio Shack am/fm pocket radio, which I can hold to my ear and listen to Don & Roma, at least until 9 o’clock. Whatever. In any case, I know this sort of thing takes planning, and that I am up to it.
Later: How’d it work out? Splendidly. For my 8:45 appointment, I arrived 8:35 or so, found a couple and a single before me, waited in empty room for a few minutes, was called, tested, eye-dropped, examined by doc, who found no change from last time.
Also, I brought up computer glasses, which seem for me a writer what a hard hat is to a construction worker. He prescribed some — bifocals with reading lens below computer lens. Bingo.
I bought some before I left in a package deal: frame and glasses for a comparatively low price which I won’t divulge, having seen what they cost on Internet.
As the Age of Obama grows more with us, such bargains I may not be able to afford passing up.
Why are such glasses important? Try this:
CVS or Computer Vision Syndrome. The most common symptoms include headaches, focusing difficulties, burning eyes, tired eyes, general eyestrain, aching eyes, dry eyes, double vision, blurred vision, light sensitivity, and neck and shoulder pain.
Any one of those can unmake my day. All at once, and I’d go to bed.
The latest from Nest, a sustainable blog about “sustainable homes inside and out,” by Angela Bowman, leads one to ask, What came first, sustenance or sustainability? No? It doesn’t?
Anyhow, the item has a wonderful sensational lede:
You heard it here, if not first, then perhaps with the most enthusiasm. A Backyard Chicken Craze is Sweeping the Nation! . . . .