Thursday, November 25, 2004

Fageddaboudit

I’ve checked out the day’s news for you, and I’m here to say, Fageddaboudit.

It’s as bad as it was yesterday and it isn’t really new. So if there is one evening in this godawful year for us to turn the news off and dine with people we love, this is it. If we can pitch in at a soup kitchen so much the better, but I’m not going to press you.

There’s a brilliant cover by R. Crumb , on the New Yorker , depicting a diverse crowd in midtown with, in the center, a little Indian representing those who fed the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock. He’s wearing a sandwich sign advertising a Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixin’s; for 29.99. But that is getting perilously lose to the real world that I’m trying to put out of mind for a moment. Turn inside and enjoy the comics and a visit with Lucy and Charlie Brown. Lucy notices that Charley never smiles. She warns him, then throws the ball, and bonk! Men never listen. Well, here at WBAI’s evening news, sufficient unto this day are the evils thereof. I’m off for the weekend. Enjoy the holiday -- I’ll be back Monday, to the real world.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Safire the Shameless

William Safire has called for amending the constitution so that Arnold Schwarzenneger can run for president. Yes, Schwarzenegger the Nazi groper. Safire has announced his retirement as a commentator for the Times -- and I’ve been waiting for him to shut up already, so I can record another of his sins, but he keeps frothing away, so here goes.

The Times hired Safire just after Watergate, in time for him to escape the criminal prosecutions that followed. But he remained loyal -- kept sharing Nixon’s wisdom with readers, bragging about his long hours at the great man’s knee. How he wept at the funeral! Well, not long ago the tapes of a good-old-boys’ session between Nixon and Billy Graham were made public. They reeked with anti-semitism, with hostility toward Jews in Government and contempt for their toadies at the Times. I’ve been waiting ever since for Safire to eat his words. Not a sound.

Another war criminal who taped his own phone calls was Henry Kissinger. A couple of weeks ago a packet of them came to light -- full of groveling, nauseating pandering by eminent members of the mediocracy, notably Ted Koppel and Marvin Kalb. He told them what to write, edited their copy on the phone. They couldn’t deny it -- they just brazened it out. Did it hurt their careers? Not so you can notice it. Well, since they won’t say they’re sorry, I’m just mean enough to tell their listeners that they ought to be -- again and again.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Embedded to the Grave

It was a nice bit of timing. Our troops were getting bad publicity around the world again, over the killing of unaarmed Iraqis -- so a Times man embedded with those marines, got off a dithyramb about their courage and dedication. They’d occupied this famous mosque and shot it full of holes. Then a marine began to climb the minaret and was fatally wounded. Did they leave him there? Not our heroes. A buddy came from behind and carried him out of there. Now, up in that minaret was a man without a helmet, without body armor, with only an AK-47 . Call him what you like -- an insurgent, a terrorist, a suicidal -maniac -- he’s surely dead by now, but his fate got no mention at all.

We live in denial. According to the polls, a majority of Americans believe that our draft-dodging president is a brave combat leader and his challenger -- with all his medals -- doesn’t have the guts to finish this war and carry on the wars to come. Many of the same citizens defend moral values in the voting booth, and tune in on pornography at home. They call us liberals bleeding hearts -- real moral values and intelligence make them nervous. That explains the survival of such mad hatters as Bill O’Reilly, Rush Limbaugh and William Bennett.
But who’s sane? Check out today’s editorial in the liberal Times, which salutes our "swift and stunning" victory last week and adds that "about 20,000 to 40,000 more soldiers are needed right away." Lord have mercy and the creek don’t rise.