I've been hearing lately a lot
of frantic static from the Right Wing Noise Machine that Mr. Obama
is already a failed president.
Get. A. Grip.
You know who President Obama reminds me of just now? Legendary coach
of the Dallas Cowboys, Jimmy Johnson.
Jimmy's first year as a coach was a disaster. 1-15. He was no doubt
a good coach but he got stuck with a team full of guys named Herb,
not to mention a few coaches in the Eastern Conference all-too-happy
to rub his little rookie nose in the Astroturf. It took him a couple
of years to get the personnel he wanted but that's when
finally took off.
By comparison, George Bush was handed the 1975 Steelers, who deftly
turned it into the 2008 Detroit Lions.
I have a feeling that if Fox News, the scummiest
of scum bags, had been broadcasting the Cowboy games back in 89' Jimmy
wouldn't have lasted half a season. Luckily, he was given time to work
out the bugs and work up a little magic. Two Lombardi trophies worth.
Mr. Obama is a similarly smart guy and all he needs is for us voters
to have a little faith in him, and eventually kick those loser blue
dogs off his team so we can trade up for a few smart rookies
who can see up the field and who can find the open lanes.
Then we'll all be the champions, my friend.
reading a review for Inglorious
Basterds it was commented that it resembled, in some small fashion,
the 1970s war movie "Kelly's
Heroes". By some happy coincidence I'd gotten my grubby mitts
on a copy just the weekend before, so Beloved Girlfriend and I grabbed
a fist full of Tootsie Pops, a bottle of wine and headed for the media
Like the movie Jaws, which we'd watched a few weeks ago, Kelly's
Heroes was bizarrely suffused with that bothersome mid-1900's
predilection for plot and
demonstrated his legendary range of emotions from A to B, Telly Savalas
demonstrated his bald head and Darrin McGavin demonstrated why he was
destined for a career
in TV. However, it was Donald Sutherland who stole the show as an outrageously
karmic tank commander with just a touch of canine in him.
It was still an enjoyable film but the best part, the
scene that sent the BG and me into repeated spasms of hysterics,
came near the
A German Tiger tank was the
our brave, though covetous American heroes and a French bank full of
14,000 gold bars. As
the GI's were, by this time, down to little but hand weapons 'Crapgame'
(The fabulous Don Rickles in a token role as 'rapacious Jew') suggested
a deal with
"What do you mean, 'a deal'?", said Clint.
"A DEAL deal. Who knows", Crapgame replied, "maybe
he's a Republican."
To the 65% of you enjoyed that line, you're welcome. For the rest
of you, here's
the clip, coutesy of Youtube.
And, yes a deal was made and everyone got their gold. Even a German
tanker who should have been sued for copyright infringement by Marlon