Occasionally, the gods of good sense and wisdom reward me in written form. Yesterday, the New York Times editorial board endorsed Senators Hillary Rodham Clinton and John McCain on the newspaper's Web site. The board argued forcefully on Clinton's behalf, while saying that McCain was the best of a "flawed field".
Speaking of Ms. Clinton, the board said, "Hearing her talk about the presidency, her policies and answers for America's big problems, we are hugely impressed by the breadth of her experience."
Of Mr. McCain, the editorial said, "John McCain is the only Republican who promises to end the George Bush style of governing from and on behalf of a small angry fringe."
The editorial went on to say that former New York mayor Rudy Giuliani "shamelessly turned the horror of 9-11 into a lucrative business, with a secret client list, then exploited his city's and the country's nightmare to promote his presidential campaign."
The board further stated, "The real Mr. Giuliani, whom New Yorkers came to know and mistrust, is a narrow, obsessively secretive, vindictive man who saw no need to limit police power."
No real mention of Mitt Romney, which is fine as he's busy enough swatting locusts and screwing up his own misguided campaign.
At a time when I fear the nation is swallowing the Giuliani shuffle and the Barack Obama shuck and jive routine - hook, line and sinker, it's refreshing to see the one of the nation's top newspapers put the presidential race and it's candidates in perspective. My inner self tells me that, at a time when not being "politically correct" sends the street monkeys into a rage, there are a lot of unvoiced opinions of the same ilk as the New York Times editorial and the silent majority will prove so once inside the sanctity of the voting booth.
It's Friday, as you might have ascertained and that means a trip to AREA 51, a mysterious part of my social scene. I'll be heading over to Lakes Cafe to discuss and resolve all of this week's revelations and woes. Normally this begins to happen during the second cocktail of the evening when my pal, Johnny W. Black, begins offering his thoughts on the various subjects of discussion.
Moderation will hopefully be theme this evening as I was entertaining (as far as I could tell) both Wednesday and Thursday evening and my body doth protest a bit. Knowing myself, however, I can never exactly predict the outcome of an evening as the omnipresent J.W. Black is always a companion. After the sunset and a walk on the boulevard, we'll see what the evening brings !
The Pictures: "Come a little bit closer.....", famed words from a popular song from the past and today's theme. "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up" (a phrase which some of you are undoubtedly too young to remem-mem, remem-mem-member, but the actress who made the line famous along with the movie title can be found in today's entry if you look around). Close-ups... not exactly all that the name implies, but you'll get the gist of it.
As I told you previously, I've grown a beard over the holidays and last evening, the beautiful Rocio and I went to Lakes Cafe for cocktails. Normally I forget to take a picture, but last night I remembered. Although a bit blurry, you can see my new beard. Of course, adding Rocio to the picture makes it look a lot better !
This Date In History: 1890; Nellie Bly completes her round-the world in record time, beating Jules Verne's fictional character, Phileas Fogg's record of 80 days. 1947; Notorious Italian American gangster Al Capone dies in Miami. 1998; Pope John Paul II completes his visit to Cuba. 1999; An earthquake in western Columbia kills nearly 1,000 people.
Birthdays: Robert Burns, Scottish poet (1759), Charles Curtis, 31st vice president of the United States, (1860), William Somerset Maugham, British author (1874), Virginia Woolf, British novelist, essayist and critic (1882), Corazon Aquino, former president of the Republic of the Phillipines (1933).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming: I've ran this one before but my pal, Gipsy, sent it to me anew yesterday and I thought I'd run it again.
Dear Meat !
A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner. Since the children had not eaten deer meat before, both he and his wife decide not to tell them what kind of meat it is. Instead they agree to give them clues and let them guess.
The kids were eager to know what kind of meat it was and begged their Dad for a clue. "Well", the father said, "It's what your Mom calls me sometimes." The little girl drops her fork, turns to her brother and screams, "Don't eat it ! It's an asshole !"
And From Jimmy's Corner:
Little Johnny wakes up from his afternoon nap, wanders into his parents bedroom and catches his parents in the "act". Before Dad can even react, he exclaims "Oh boy ! Horsie ride ! Daddy, can I ride on your back ?"
Daddy, relieved that Johnny wasn't asking more uncomfortable questions and seeing the opportunity not to break stride, reluctantly agrees.
Johnny hops on and Dad starts going to town. Pretty soon, Mommy starts moaning and gasping. Johnny cries out, "Hang on tight, Daddy ! This the part that where me and the milkman usually get bucked off !"
That's it for today my little billy goats. Have a safe and great weekend and more on Monday !
Stay Tuned !