For some reason, people become excited about utterances and activities of former athletes. Neither a brain nor education is needed to perform most sports, and retirement does not make these dolts any smarter. Famous faces are invited to events and used for television interviews to mutter unintelligible answers to inane questions. This is called “color”. I have yet to hear an intelligent comment, even to the most inane question. Interviewers seem loath to ask a difficult question, out of fear that the famous face might not come back. Of course, they will, because they are paid ridiculous sums of money and his or her ego needs constant massaging.
People interested in such empty suits are the same kind that are attracted to deceitful politicians.
This is not an advice column, so don't expect any. I merely tell stories and share bits that interest or amuse me. So...
At the fitness studio, which I find to be a boring, albeit necessary, experience, my mind always wanders in strange directions. Today, I thought about old girlfriends. All had one thing in common: they rejected me at some point. I do not recall ever ending a relationship, no matter how long or how short. Being fussy, I do not enter into relationships lightly, so ending does not feature in my considerations.
There is a Dutch saying, which I learned from a former work colleague: Ende gut, allies gut. Roughly translated, that means that everything is okay is that turns out well. This is true with my relationships with women. All my former girlfriends were smart enough to dump me. Without this, I would not have ended up The One. Of course, someone might point out that she is not smart, but that is a good thing. In retrospect, none of the former girlfriends would have been right for me, and a relationship would not have lasted or have been as satisfying as the one in which I ended up. My wife has many good characteristics, but the primary one is that she puts up with me!
Of course, understanding having read Orwell and understanding the benefits of brainwashing, I frequently remind her—and my children—how luck she is to have me…
The first time I saw poverty, I did not understand what I was seeing. I must have been seven or eight years old. Only later, when I recalled what I had seen, did I realize what I had seen.
One of my friends was an only child. His parents had a summer house on Deer Island in Maine. So that the child would not be alone, I was invited to join them for a few days. Afterwards, his parents regretted this, but that’s another story…
I know that it was Autumn, because the days were short and pumpkins were for sale. I recall arriving at the house in the woods late at night; the car headlights revealed a trench across the drive in front of the garage. The father grumbled something about unfinished work. This was the days before widespread telephones. Daylight revealed that the house was direct on the water, with its own inlet. No other house was nearby.
The next day, we drove to some house, perhaps to complain to the worker that had not finished the task and made it impossible to use the barn. The only thing I remember about the house—a shack, perhaps—was that the floor was dirt. Living in an affluent suburb of Boston, I had never seen—or imagined—such a floor surface. As I wrote above, only at some point in later life did I realise that I had witnessed poverty.
Another form of poverty that I did not understand was also spotted on car trips to visit relatives in Virginia. Set back from the highway were the shacks of the poor field workers, mostly Black. I could not imagine—and did not try to imagine—life of those people. I liked buying water melon for 2 cents the pound to be enjoyed once we reached my uncle’s house.
Unfortunately, the playground is "god's chosen land"...
Many people have pointed out how unqualified the clown charlatan with the funny hair is to be president. Mostly, his actions speak for the themselves.
Today, a headline revealed how thin-skinned and immature this blown-up bully actually is by quoting his own words.
“…after hearing speeches at the Democratic convention this week, said Thursday he wanted to "hit a number of those speakers so hard, their heads would spin”.”
You can say what you want about Hillary Clinton, the most investigated and abused female in the history of the world, but I am sure that she is mature and intelligent enough to never utter such childish worlds in public.
The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget. Thomas Szasz
I have my issues with the British, especially their lying politicians (every country has them) and devious diplomats (seems to be a job description), but they do have a few intelligent people and they do look into government actions (some, anyway).
Anyone that took the time to use critical judgment knew beforehand how the invasion of Iraq would lead to no good. Some even predicted the disaster that it would come, even if they could not foresee the blunders made on a daily basis following the invasion. The British informed the US government that the outcome would be exactly as we see on the news each day, 15 years later. But, the geniuses (or should I say egotistical, arrogant, and paranoid idiots) that had been chosen (foolishly) to lead the country thought that they knew better.
Don’t believe me? Read the following article from Newsweek. As has often been said and has become a cliche: read it and weep…or become even angrier.
I am sure that the blockheads responsible will deny any mistakes or wrong-doing until his or her dying day. Sadly, many died because of those mistakes and wrong-doing, but remorse is not a characteristic of egotists.
Even sadder, this was not and will not be the last time in history of bad judgment or misdoings by politicians. Just look at the headlines emanating from Turkey, as just on example. And, worse, imagine what the world will be like if the charlatan with the funny hair gets his hands on the codes!
TRUMP SAYS HE HEROICALLY AVOIDED CAPTURE IN VIETNAM BY STAYING IN U.S.
By Andy Borowitz
AMES, IOWA (The Borowitz Report)—Presidential candidate Donald Trump revealed a little-known episode of personal heroism from his youth on Saturday, telling an Iowa audience that he narrowly avoided capture in Vietnam by remaining in the United States for the duration of the war.
“The Cong were after me,” Trump said, visibly stirred by the memory. “And then, just in the nick of time, I got my deferment.”
The former reality-show star said he had never shared his record as a war hero before because “I don’t like to boast.”
He said that he only disclosed the episode now because “the way this nation treats our deferment veterans is a disgrace.”
Trump complained that he received no official commendation or medal for his heroism, calling the lack of recognition “shameful.”
“Those brave Americans who, like me, avoided being captured by not serving at all—we are the true heroes,” he said.
Trump’s tale of valor appeared to move many members of his audience, some of whom waited in line after his speech to thank him for his lack of service.
Last night, I added one more famous name to the list of entertainers that I have experienced live: I attended a Joan Baez concert in the garden of a palace beside the Main River. The tickets were a birthday present, allegedly the last two available. I did not need to see, because I came to listen. All spectators were searched before they could enter; a sign announced that cameras and recording equipment was prohibited. The sign must have pre-dated the invention of the smart phone.
Actually, she was already on the list, because I heard her sing in Boston some fifty years ago. We were both young: I was a student; she was a young girl with a guitar. The folk craze was in full swing, and she had yet to move to New York and have an affair with Bob Dylan.
One positive aspect of the human voice is that it does not change as one ages. This helps singers continue to draw crowds and earn a living, even as their looks change. If you close your eyes—or sit behind someone tall—you can be fooled into believing that time has not moved. Unless, of course, you consider the two venues at which you have heard her sing.
I had the feeling that the audience was made up of people over sixty. After all, Joan is over seventy, but one could be fooled by her voice, as mentioned, and by her vitality. She is just as feisty and just as impassioned about social issues that politicians ignore or cause.
She was accompanied by a woman singer, a drummer, and a good-value-for-money guy that played six or seven instruments. There were two light shows: the sun setting on the wall of the palace and a few electric lights on the stage.
DEMOCRATS SCHEDULE THREE STRAIGHT HOURS OF BOOING TO GET IT OUT OF SYSTEM
By Andy Borowitz
PHILADELPHIA (The Borowitz Report)—In an unorthodox departure from tradition, the Democratic National Convention will kick off its prime-time schedule on Monday night with what a D.N.C. spokesman called “three hours straight of booing.”
The booing, which is slated to begin at 8 p.m. and end promptly at eleven, will give those assembled at the D.N.C. an opportunity to “get it out of their system,” the spokesman said.
The decision to schedule three hours of booing came after rancorous negotiations between the Clinton and Sanders camps, with the Clinton side originally offering half an hour of booing and the Sanders side demanding twenty hours.
Reportedly, the Clinton camp also vetoed a demand by the Sanders camp that the definition of booing be expanded to include throwing things.
While the D.N.C. hailed the three-hour booing session as a compromise that was acceptable to both sides, many Sanders delegates reacted angrily to the agreement, arguing that the negotiations had been rigged against them.
“Once again, we’ve been screwed,” Carol Foyler, a Sanders delegate from New Hampshire, said. “Three hours is barely enough time to boo Debbie Wasserman Schultz.”
On the flight from Milan to Frankfurt, the pilot was nice enough to veer off course to avoid this budding thunder bumper.