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August 29, 2008

When Nerds Collide



Nobody happened to notice last night, but the Clintons were conspiculously absent from the Barack Obama Gong Show at Mile High Stadium. You can’t convince me that they would pass up an outdoor party of 80,000 Democrats unless they were unanimously instructed to stay out by the entire party, which is exactly what happened.

We are entered into a new Dark Age of Boobery and Doubletalk, where a tedious and turgid acceptance speech by an unremarkable non-entity is universally hailed as a soaring and inspirational piece of oratory.


I must have been watching somebody else on a Twilight Zone rerun. What I saw was a real snoozer of a speech composed of hackneyed slogans, delivered by somebody seemingly zonked out on Prozac.


Obama made sure he touched all the bases. Blah blah blah gay rights, Martin Luther King, working families. He looked as though he himself wished he were somewhere else, as did his wife, who appeared to want to make herself invisible, and Joseph Biden, whose face got longer and longer as the speech extended past the international dateline (or so it seemed).


Naturally, the problem is: how do you stretch out a speech when you have no accomplishments to point to?  It's Mission Impossible.  All he could do was cover the same ground that Bill and Hillary Clinton had already gone into.  It's like a comedian who comes out and finds that all his lines had been delivered by the preceding acts.  Boooorrrrring!


Nobody has ever accused me of political orthodoxy, and if I were to hold a party for all my political friends, we could hold it in a freakin bodybag, which is where a lot of big pricks wish I were right now. When people were hailing Ronald Reagan as a political genius and inspirational orator, all I was able to discern was a senile, feeble-minded twit. Where the press and media hailed George W. Bush’s debate performance as incisive and provocative, I saw an idiot whose only redeeming characteristic was from a standpoint of self-parody.


But this Obama phenomenon leaves me totally non-plussed. For the life of me, I can’t imagine what the fuss is all about!


Well, that’s not entirely true. Black people have come up with a totally anodyne black Harvard grad who perfectly fits the profile of a character on “Married With Children”. This guy, they figure, is their ticket into the WASP world of money and success. White supporters like him because he is bland like them, too. (I guess!)


Then there’s the generational angle. The younger generation, totally overshadowed by the Baby Boomers and resentful of their accomplishments and flamboyant style, wish to change gears and create a social ambiance of conformity and blankness, just like them, like the kid on the British TV comedy show “Absolutely Fabulous”, who, mortified by the unrestrained behavior of her mother and her mother’s friend, closets herself in a straitjacket of obsolete conformity.



Obama has got one thing right when he says, “This isn’t about me.” It’s more about him being an intersection point for various interests than any personal characteristics he may or may not possess.


Manhattan may be a bad place from which to observe these evolutions because the high cost of living here gives rise to a certain degree of conformity, but it seems as though the Obama generation, submerged in their world of iPods and text messaging, seems more comfortable with living vicariously through digital impulses than any kind of riotous behavior as characterized by Patsy and Edwina on Ab Fab. Their revulsion at the Clintons, though certainly fed by Republicans, seems more precisely motivated by a desire to elbow aside a generation which they perceive as never going to go away, and an obstruction to their own ascendancy. Whether the boomers, who are the most numerous, the richest and the healthiest generation, and can hope to anticipate an even more extended longevity, are prepared to let themselves be consigned to the rubbish bin of history by a set of overreaching underachievers, as characterized by Obama’s elbowing aside of the Clintons, is anybody’s guess, though I would not bet on it.



What is sure, though, is that the country is embarking on a season of unrelieved tedium characterized by Obama on the one hand and the incredibly sphinx-like presence of John McCain, who is himself barely able to enunciate the sophist principles of his party, such as they are. The national debate will be a grindstone of platitudes and relentless calibrations of positions, relieved only by slander and insults, which seem to be the only acceptable avenue of creative expression within the political culture.


The public demands it, and any candidate too high-minded to indulge them is treading perilous ground indeed. People are not interested in mud slinging – they insist on garbage, and the more pungent and stinking the better. This goes a long way toward explaining the Republicans’ continued success in politics. They have never had a coherent message to transmit. What they always have excelled at, however is putting together a team of dreadful alcoholic comedians whose specialty is pouncing upon any serious candidate and ripping him to shreds with tiger’s claws.


Probably the most hideous aspect of the election is the incorporation of world public opinion into the process. People around the world, none of whom have any understanding of this country’s history or the issues, or at most a caricature impression) are insistently expressing their preference. 99% of these shadow suffrages go to Obama, for reasons that can only be characterized as trivial. A recent opinion column in the Financial Times expressed European support of Obama as the desire on the part of Europeans to see a cultivated leadership for Americans, based on some ephemeral concept of snobbery. Would that that were true! Unfortunately, I have never seen or read from him any indications of cultivation beyond what is generally the standard skill set of the average middle-class attorney, which is to say none at all. I work in the legal industry and I know most lawyers to be barely literate beyond the statutes and the decisions. In terms of culture, I have never even known a lawyer who was even capable of decent dinner conversation.


The European preference for Obama must be based on his suits which, though cheap, don’t fall too badly on his slender physique. His wife, also being a Chicago attorney, is not the most stylishly attired person either.


The main attraction Obama holds for Europeans, though, is his bland personality, which is the international standard. In the Brave New Digital World, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, which is why Russia’s Putin is in disfavor. Sure, he’s nasty, but if Russia had weak leadership with its concomitant instability at the periphery and a loose nuclear arsenal, the west would not like that either.


We have essentially moved into a synthesis of 1984, with correcthink, surveillance cameras the cell phones to denounce each other to Big Brother Obama (can you see this guy’s face on a poster?);  and Brave New World, though without the drugs and sex that would make such an arrangement at least barely tolerable. McCain or Obama, take your choice, but either alternative leads to an unsatisfactory result.
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August 28, 2008

My Old Kenschmucky Home - in the old folks' home with the Yanks



If you put together all the players that the Yankees have on the Disabled List with all the athletically challenged ones they have on their roster, they could field their own Special Olympics.  The list of losers is just endless, starting with A-Rod.  He had a fine year last year, just in time for his contract renewal.  Then, after he got his big deal, he decided to retire.  The only problem is, he's taking his retirement at third base.

The worst thing about baseball is that you waste the most beautiful months of the year worrying about October.  Apparently, Jason Giambi's lucky gold panties (we don't hear much about that since the Steinbrenner brothers threatened the sports reporters that they would have to buy their own beer if they wrote about it anymore) got snagged on a hook or something, because if it wasn't for the Mets, New York wouldn't have any game at all.

The only happy guy in this mess is Melky Cabrera.  The Yanks threw him off the sinking ship before it sank.  He's happy he got out before the rot set in. (ok, he was part of the rot) Speaking of rot, let's not forget the fat, roly-poly Steinbrenner brothers, who have between them attended a total of three games this year.  Maybe they're too fat to squeeze through the turnstile.  But that hasn't stopped them from shooting off their fat mouths.  Hank was there last night because his limo (that's short for limburger) happened to be passing by on the Cross-Bronx Expressway and he turned in to find out if the stench of rotten fish heads was coming from the bullpen or the batting cage.  Not that he would know the freakin difference.  As Jonathan Papelbon so kindly pointed out, the Steinbrenner brothers are genetically too fat to bend over to field any grounders.  But with the big mouths they got, they probably could stop a few line drives.

Now that the Yanks have dropped the first two games of a three game series against a dramatically diminished Boston, they are getting prepared to get chopped up for fish bait by Blue Jays' Roy Halladay and AJ Burnett before getting fed to the Angels, and then back to Boston again.

(Does this mean I can't get a chance to buy a $10,000 box seat ticket at the new Yankees Stadium next year? Just my luck!  I'll have to be happy watching the Brooklyn Cyclones over at Keyspan Stadium, where they got a third baseman named Jose Jimenez, who stands around like he's waiting for a bus before striking out and committing a whole bunch of errors.  It's worth the price of admission just for the laughs, and beer is only $5.  With the racket and the lights from the Coney Island amusement park next door , the Battle of the Bands going on downstairs at Peggy O'Neil's Bar and the roar of the Harleys dragging up and down Neptune Avenue, it puts your soul at peace and reminds you that, within this context, it's just a game going on)

Nothing is helping the Yanks.  They even brought in the Pope at second base, but it's going to take more than a few sprinkles of holy water and a puff of smoke to shake these jokers out of their lethargy.  After every game, their chorus is "We stunk."  Maybe they should do the world a favor, and when they tear down the old stadium, leave the Yanks inside.

Meanwhile, across town at Shea, everything's happening.  Earlier this year I wrote in this space that I was going over from the Yanks to the Mets.  It was Giambi's gold panties that gave me the final push, but the Yanks were stale anyway.  Baseball is a masculine sport, and at least the Mets wear men's drawers.  They're yellow and brown, but they used to be white.  Anyway, aside from the sartorial splendor of the situation, the Mets got hitting, they got fielding, they got a great outfield, sometimes they got pitching, they run and steal bases.  It's not like watching the three-legged race at the old folks' home, which is what the Yanks got.

And now, since Jerry Manuel took over, the Mets have got a team consciousness, not just a bunch of rich prima donnas who can't stand being together (Manuel, who used to manage Chicago, had to threaten Jose Reyes with a knife to achieve this).  Last night they made the Phillies eat the cheese steak again, which is a big change over last season.

The Mets are zooming into outer space like a rocket.  Maybe after Obama gets through with his Greek tragedy podium at Mile High Stadium they should move it over to Shea so that Jerry Manuel can lie on a couch and eat peeled grapes in a toga while watching the Mets conquer the world.

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August 24, 2008

Obama-Biden blah blah blah....



So Barack Obama picks Joseph Biden for his campaign ticket. Where is the change? Biden is so shopworn, he’s been around for sooooo looong, he’s the bridesmaid who never caught the bouquet.

Two non-entities. Let me remind the reader – if it was Hillary Clinton she would at this point be pulverizing McCain by 20 points!



If Obama were really serious about a new approach to politics he would have gone for a VP who was really different. My choice would have been A-Rod, or Jerry Manuel, whose leadership ability managing the heretofore indifferent Mets into a solid first-place team ought to be enough to propel him into national prominence. At the very least, Obama could have gone for New York Mayor Bloomberg, but Bloomberg would never put up with Obama’s nonsense. You don’t go to work for somebody who knows less than you do.


Haven’t we had enough of letting lawyers, who are trained to lie and stall as part of their professional formation, run our lives? We need to get away from electing these stooges, and encourage people who really know something to represent our interests.


Obama is unfortunately a dork, not fit to stand on the same podium as Jerry Manuel. He is a hot-air balloon that does not fly. Obama is a Dream Team – for the Republicans. He has got so many weak points that it’s impossible to decide where to start picking on him.


For myself, it’s enough that he called the Clintons racists and liars, parroting the Republicans’ line verbatim. Obama wrote a best-selling autobiography. He recounts going to high school, going to college, becoming an attorney, getting elected to the Illinois legislature. I would be ashamed to release a book like that as a political document. It shows him to be a complete non-event. Whom should we compare him to? De Gaulle?Churchill? Don’t make me laugh. Even Mel Brooks has a more compelling biography.


Hillary Clinton caved in too soon. She still has a chance to redeem herself. She has already insisted on having her name put up for a floor vote at the convention. She could further complicate things by insisting that the whole convention vote on seating the full Michigan and Florida delegations. After witnessing Obama’s so-far totally ineffectual performance as a candidate, wherein his campaign has spent all its time reacting to Republicans’ daily attacks as “despicable” instead of fighting them toe-to-toe, the Democratic Party might decide it’s time for yet another “change” before it’s too late.


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August 07, 2008

BREAK OUT THE PIGSKIN!



 If you decide to take a little lunchtime stroll down 42nd Street today, don't forget to wear your football helmet, so that you don't get concussed by Chad Pennington and Kellen Clemens, who might decide to form a little suicide pact and do a swan dive out the window of the ESPN Sports Bar. 


Did you ever have a job that you were really good at and loved to do, until the boss came up and said, "From now on you'll be working with this guy," and introduces you Osama Bin Ladin?  That's what Eli Manning must feel like today.  He thought he owned New York, and now he's got the proverbial 500-lb. gorilla living in his cage with him. 


All of a sudden, those $1,000 membership fees to buy Giants ticket don't seem like so much money anymore. 


Brett Favre on the Jets: there's a wake-up call for you!  This morning I was shaving and listening to the radio news.  Blah blah blah anthrax, Pakistan, Dow Jones, the Olympics.  Then, the guy announces, "and oh yeah, Brett Favre got traded to the Jets."  


Step on my d!€k!!!  I would have cut my ear off, except I was shaving with a cheap plastic razor. 


As this guy told me, "Baseball is just a game, but football is life itself."  I feel sorry for the rest of the world, with its stooped soccer.  People who don't know football don't know spit.

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All of a sudden, who cares about A-Rod and Jerry Manuel?  Break out the pigskin.


 Who knows?  Maybe we'll have the Yanks vs. the Mets for the World Series and the Jets vs. the Giants for the Super Bowl!


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