This week, in an uncharacteristic bid to reach out to the gay community, the first presidential blow-up doll was unveiled at Hustler Hollywood. Now, Dick Cheney's friends won't be the only ones in the White House inner circle taking the occasional shot to the face.Thursday, November 30, 2006
Full Of Hot Air
This week, in an uncharacteristic bid to reach out to the gay community, the first presidential blow-up doll was unveiled at Hustler Hollywood. Now, Dick Cheney's friends won't be the only ones in the White House inner circle taking the occasional shot to the face.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thoughts for the day 11/26/06
Do you think that Louis Farakhan's AIM handle is "Bitter Chocolate"?
The holidays always make me horny. In junior high my Christmas stocking was always crusty.
Did Doogie Howser invent blogging?
She said "We never talk anymore." I nodded in aggreement, lit a cigarette and stared out the window.
I'm fickle. I liked the part in "Patch Adams" where he dresses up like a clown and does magic tricks for sick kids. But I hated it when my proctologist did the same thing and started pulling a chain of handkerchiefs out of my ass.
I saw an ad today that promised a vehicle would make all of my "truck wishes" come true. Call me an urban snob, but I file "truck wishes" in the same category as "cousin sex fantasies" and "shotgun related party games."
The holidays always make me horny. In junior high my Christmas stocking was always crusty.
Did Doogie Howser invent blogging?
She said "We never talk anymore." I nodded in aggreement, lit a cigarette and stared out the window.
I'm fickle. I liked the part in "Patch Adams" where he dresses up like a clown and does magic tricks for sick kids. But I hated it when my proctologist did the same thing and started pulling a chain of handkerchiefs out of my ass.
I saw an ad today that promised a vehicle would make all of my "truck wishes" come true. Call me an urban snob, but I file "truck wishes" in the same category as "cousin sex fantasies" and "shotgun related party games."
Ramblings on "Bobby"
It’s funny. I was reading a review of Emilo Estevez’s new directorial venture “Bobby” and it said that the film had its heart in the right place but just falls short in too many areas. All I could think was, “what could be a more appropriate summation of a film that is really a post mortem tribute to idealism in America?”
I’m looking forward to seeing “Bobby” now. Partially because I’m fascinated by that period in our history and partially because I want it to make me think that some people out there still believe it’s possible to change things for our world in a fundamental way, for the better.
Many people have gone out of their way to sully the Kennedy name by exposing the collective skeletons in the family closet. That’s a shame. I think some have done it because the clout John F. Kennedy and Bobby wielded with voters frightened them and they wanted to beat them the only way they could, by destroying our memories of them. While still in others, I think it was a reaction to feeling betrayed by their deaths. The lashing out of a disillusioned generation for their abandonment. “How dare you give us hope and leave us?”
Bobby Kennedy’s campaign for president may represent in a very papable way, the last time people in this country truly believed in our political process and in the idea that an individual could have an actual effect on the world. We didn’t see his bold ideas as hubris. We saw it as visionary. We wanted to believe. His idealism was our idealism and his death kicked that idealism out of us in the cruelest of ways.
The Kennedy’s were assassinated for trying to affect real change in our world but also for inspiring us. For giving people the notion that affecting real change was possible. Many hoped that Bill Clinton had some of that in him and he did. Though his idealism was tempered with political savvy and a keen mind for the realities of the modern world.
They assassinated him in a different way. Perhaps in a dirtier way. The immasculation of Clinton’s presidency was a not so subtle reminder to everyone that even a shred of idealism was a childhhood thing best left to collect dust in the attic with the memory of the sixties.
These days it seems unfashionable to be passionate, to make it known that you believe in things and want to actually do something about them. We seem to laugh or even snear at actors and musicians who get involved in protests and movements. “Who do they think they are, telling us what to think?” Admittedly, for some showing up at a war protest is cheap publicity. But for others, it’s a duty.
Artists are often the only people in a society allowed to be idealistic and the good ones appreciate that privilige. They take it as a responsibility. It’s their job to remind us that idealism can have power in the real world if we let it.
I don’t know if that’s what Estevez was thinking about when he was making “Bobby.” Maybe, he just wanted to make a movie that would tug at leftist Hollywood’s nostalgic heartstrings, but I don’t think so. No one starts filming in a building as it’s being torn down for calculated effect. That’s the act of someone on a mission, someone who believes in something. ”Bobby” may not be the best film in the world, but if it reminds us that there are still people out there who truly believe in things, that’s worth my ten bucks.
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I’m looking forward to seeing “Bobby” now. Partially because I’m fascinated by that period in our history and partially because I want it to make me think that some people out there still believe it’s possible to change things for our world in a fundamental way, for the better.
Many people have gone out of their way to sully the Kennedy name by exposing the collective skeletons in the family closet. That’s a shame. I think some have done it because the clout John F. Kennedy and Bobby wielded with voters frightened them and they wanted to beat them the only way they could, by destroying our memories of them. While still in others, I think it was a reaction to feeling betrayed by their deaths. The lashing out of a disillusioned generation for their abandonment. “How dare you give us hope and leave us?”
Bobby Kennedy’s campaign for president may represent in a very papable way, the last time people in this country truly believed in our political process and in the idea that an individual could have an actual effect on the world. We didn’t see his bold ideas as hubris. We saw it as visionary. We wanted to believe. His idealism was our idealism and his death kicked that idealism out of us in the cruelest of ways.
The Kennedy’s were assassinated for trying to affect real change in our world but also for inspiring us. For giving people the notion that affecting real change was possible. Many hoped that Bill Clinton had some of that in him and he did. Though his idealism was tempered with political savvy and a keen mind for the realities of the modern world.
They assassinated him in a different way. Perhaps in a dirtier way. The immasculation of Clinton’s presidency was a not so subtle reminder to everyone that even a shred of idealism was a childhhood thing best left to collect dust in the attic with the memory of the sixties.
These days it seems unfashionable to be passionate, to make it known that you believe in things and want to actually do something about them. We seem to laugh or even snear at actors and musicians who get involved in protests and movements. “Who do they think they are, telling us what to think?” Admittedly, for some showing up at a war protest is cheap publicity. But for others, it’s a duty.
Artists are often the only people in a society allowed to be idealistic and the good ones appreciate that privilige. They take it as a responsibility. It’s their job to remind us that idealism can have power in the real world if we let it.
I don’t know if that’s what Estevez was thinking about when he was making “Bobby.” Maybe, he just wanted to make a movie that would tug at leftist Hollywood’s nostalgic heartstrings, but I don’t think so. No one starts filming in a building as it’s being torn down for calculated effect. That’s the act of someone on a mission, someone who believes in something. ”Bobby” may not be the best film in the world, but if it reminds us that there are still people out there who truly believe in things, that’s worth my ten bucks.
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