Sunday, July 31, 2005

More stories you won't see on CNN. How much can one administration lie? As much as it wants, apparently.

Guantanamo

Roberts

Rove

Read'em & weep.

Friday, July 29, 2005

A Story You Won't See On CNN
by Bob Fitrakis & Harvey Wasserman of the online Free Press.


COLUMBUS -- New charges filed against Ohio Governor Bob Taft's former top aide have blazed a new trail between "Coingate" and the GOP theft of the 2004 presidential election.

Brian Hicks appears in court today to answer charges that he failed to report vacation trips he took to Coingate mastermind Tom Noe's $1.3 million home in the Florida Keys. A top Taft aide for a dozen years, Hicks stayed at Noe's place in 2002 and 2003. Another Taft aide, Cherie Carroll, is charged with taking some $500 in free dinners from Noe.

Noe is a high-roller crony of Taft, US Senator George Voinovich and President George W. Bush. Noe charged the Ohio Bureau of Worker's Compensation nearly $13 million to invest some $58 million. Ohio Attorney-General Jim Petro, to whom Noe once donated money, says some $4 million disappeared into Noe's pocket.

The new charges against Taft's former aide are at the edge of Coingate's links to Bush, Voinovich and organized crime. Through Noe's wife Bernadette, those links extend to the GOP theft of Ohio 2004.


There's a lot more of this shocking story here. Where's the mainstream media? Looking for the next "Runaway Bride".
Just got back from Parnassus, consulting the Muses about my next post. It occurs to me that there’s a very good reason the pResident is going to recess appoint John “Mad Dog” Bolton to the United Nations. It’s the bird – that is, the finger. His juvenile little display the other day (and it wasn’t a pen, and it wasn’t his thumb – he flipped us off) isn’t the first time he’s done it. There’s the live on-camera finger,


The on-the-bus flip from the last campaign, and now this.



This is the level of mentality we’re dealing with, folks. All those Bush-worshipping freepers are kneeling at the temple of Eris, not Zeus, and boy, is he pissed. This grown man continuously acts like a 12-year-old, and I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t let my 12-year-old drive my chariot, much less have his (middle) finger on the button.
Whenever I have a question about America’s Past Time, I ask Young Adonis Diogenes, who attends the College of Baseball Knowledge, where he is known as the “Perfesser”, due to the depth of wisdom far beyond his years regarding the sport. Earlier in the Spring, when I expressed my concern regarding the lackluster play of the Red Sox, he simply shrugged and said, “it’s a long season.”

Indeed it is. 162 games. Whereas football is what, 17 games long? This means if your favorite team loses the first four games, then your season is basically toast, and it’s barely October! In baseball, losing four games in a row means nothing. Consider the Washington Nationals, who looked like they’d run away with the National League East, then proceeded to lose eight of their last 10 games and find themselves in second place behind the Atlanta Braves. Should you despair if you live around the beltway? I repeat what the Perfesser says: “it’s a long season.”

Even the hapless National League West, whose best team is playing a mere .500 ball still has a shot. You never know what will happen (though in truth, their chances of advancing beyond the first round of the playoffs are pretty dim). With the trade deadline fast approaching, teams could spend money and re-tool for the last half of the season, or they could give up and trade away their big money players and look ahead to next year. That’s what I love about baseball; you should never, ever give up. It’s a long season.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States . . .



Incredible. You can see the whole video here.
Anyone that thinks that baseball is a sissy sport should have seen what happened to Red Sox pitcher Matt Clement the other night. Did you see it? He got hit in the head with a line drive that literally lifted him off his feet.



They took him out on a stretcher, but it looks like he's going to be ok. He must have a thick skull. And you don't have to be a pitcher to get hurt; it's a wonder Derek Jeter hasn't killed himself, the way he plays. Here's a shot of the famous dive into the stands (during a game with my Boston Red Sox). All props to Mr. Jeter (oh, and he caught the ball).

Last night Mrs. Diogenes and I were at the local amphitheatre; it’s not Epidavros, but it’ll do. The headliner was John Mellencamp, but we really came to see the opening act, John Fogarty. Well, that was the reason I came. Mrs. D. isn’t the music buff I am, so she really didn’t connect the name with the music until he started into his first tune, then her eyes lit up. You know, I admire John Mellencamp – I think he’s a great musician and songwriter, and he’s spent a lot of time with worthy causes like Farm Aid, but musically speaking, Fogarty blew his doors off. He sang all of his old stuff, both with and without Creedence Clearwater, and sounded great. The most moving experience for me was when he sang a new song, Déjà vu (All Over Again). The massive television monitors on either side of the stage showed footage of the Viet Nam war as he sang, and I turned to Mrs. D. and said,

“We’re so f**king stupid.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s singing about Iraq. We’re doing it all over again. You’d think we’d learn by now.”

“Dear, think about your blood pressure,” she said, patting my hand (she does stuff like that).

I smiled and shrugged and continued to listen to the music, but I wondered just how many people were going to have to die before we’d stop this. How many years? How many millions of people will have to take to the streets before the killers in the White House, and their enablers – both Republican and Democrat – will back down? How many scandals? What will it take?

Anyway, here’s the lyrics to John Fogarty’s Déjà vu (All Over Again).


Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

One by one I see the old ghosts rising
Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Momma's crying
She's lost her precious child
To a war that has no end

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've seen this all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
It's like Deja Vu all over again

John Fogerty
©2004 Cody River Music / ASCAP