Back of the BUS George, Back of the BUS!

I didn't want to watch the Oscars but there was nothing else on and we're down to only one TiVo'ed episode of 24. I usually watch the pre show and skip the Oscars because I do like to see the dresses. I was curious about Jon Stewart and how far he would go with the political humor. Unfortunately for me George Clooney's best supporting actor win occurred early in and I was subjected to his self righteous little speech. I can summarize his speech in one sentence. "Hollywood is out of step with America because we are better than America".

George Clooney is the male version of a "dumb blonde". He is so darn good looking that he never had a need to develop any brain power. Actors as a group emote for a living. Their stock in trade is emotions not thought. That they are exceptionally talented and endlessly celebrated causes them to be fooled into thinking that they are exceptional in other areas. Since everything they say is reported and repeated they mistakenly believe that what they say has some heft or value. They could not be more mistaken.

Barbara Strisand thinks she is an expert in, oh gosh, I guess just about everything. Ms Strisand can sing and act and has made millions using those God given talents. This blinds her to the reality that she knows nothing about how America should run our foreign or domestic policies. Even more hilarious than her attempts at stating her policy preferences, usually followed by blaming the multiple spelling errors on staff underlings, are her disparaging remarks about our President.

President Bush graduated from Yale and earned an MBA from Harvard. Ms Strisand has a high school diploma. George Clooney thinks blacks were forced to sit in the back of the theater and although at one time there were probably theaters with signs stating "Whites Only" it was the back of the bus George, the back of the bus. So collect your awards Hollywood, and pat yourselves on the back for being such great guys and gals. Those of us out here in America who buy the movie tickets, or more often than ever don't buy the movie tickets will continue to vote with our dollars. When the gross for all the best picture nominees totaled is a mere fraction of the gross for Chronicles of Narnia, who really got the last laugh?

Looney Left Plans Coup d'`etat

The following is from Newsmax.com. Who are these nut jobs? Slave owners? Assassins? What are they talking about? If these idiots actually try this there will be blood on the moon!

Thursday, March 2, 2006 1:41 p.m. EST
Protesters Urge 'Storm the White House'

An anti-war group that belongs to the umbrella organization United for Peace and Justice has announced that it intends to topple the Bush administration during a March 15 Washington, D.C. protest.
In a message headlined "Storm the White House" that appears on the UPJ web site, the group "Political Cooperative" is urging its members:
"TAKE THE WHITE HOUSE BY STORM," Stop Genocide, Torture and Occupation."
"We will not allow the Slave Holders that Still Prevail in this Country to Rule us any longer . . . The Administration is Criminal and if they will not step down, we must storm in, show them how many of us do not accept a criminal government."
The Political Cooperative goes so far as to announce its plans to install an interim government after the Bush administration is toppled:
"The Political Cooperative will put a new, temporary government in place that is comprised of people from Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch and all the organizations that have finally made us aware of the truth of the savage practices and illegal policies of our government in assassinating our own officials as well as people throughout the world who oppose their criminal activity."
Bush-bashing filmmaker Michael Moore apparently endorses the coup plan, linking to the "Storm the White House" message on his web site.

The Big "C" and Me?

Yikes. After years of having dermatologists scrape samples of skin from me and later call to say "Nothing to worry about" I've finally gotten the other result. I had a six month appointment with my dermatologist on Monday. Dr C, as we call her (her full name is a tongue twister) found one spot on my neck and two spots on my back that required testing. Today she called me to say that all three are some form of skin cancer. Now I have to go back to have them removed completely. If that isn't annoying enough I must have them done one at a time beginning with the neck on March 13th.

This is not unexpected and not a terribly serious concern. This is the result of dozens of Florida summers spent on the beach and by the pool and at the Palm Beach Hawaiian. It shouldn't shake me like it did. I was in the grocery store when I got the call from Dr. C. I hadn't begun shopping yet and I had a pretty long list. I considered skipping the shopping and going home. I considered calling Jack at work to tell him. I felt light headed and a little sick to my stomach. I thought I was being silly and completed my shopping before heading home.

I made a meatloaf, went to the bank, went to have lunch at the elementary school with the little girl I mentor only to find there was no school today (some sort of teacher event). I'll tell Jack tonight. This is not a big deal but it is cancer.

My Biggest Fan

When I was active in a big club in South Florida I was young and pretty. I took great care with my appearance when attending club events but was always surprised to learn that anyone had discussed my appearance. One year at the Christmas Party I learned one of the men present had asked another man "Have you seen Leslie yet?". Although he described my appearance with a modest "Not all bad" the point he was making was "Do not miss seeing Leslie tonight." He was an architect and expressed amazement that the color of my lipstick exactly matched my dress. I didn't bother to tell him I was wearing a blend of two lipsticks and the result did not really match the dress exactly (men are notoriously color blind).

At another meeting I chose to wear my glasses rather than bother with my contacts and donned a demure dress. This was an outfit I often wore to work and described as my "School Marm" look. I was accosted by a member of the club whom I didn't really know. I couldn't tell you his name or pick him out of a police lineup but he felt perfectly comfortable giving me fashion advice. I shouldn't dress like that he told me. "you are too pretty to wear such a long skirt and you shouldn't wear glasses", he said. That wouldn't have left much of an impression except he was so adamant about it. He seemed personally upset that I had toned down my look for one evening.

He should see me now!