Monday, July 30, 2012

1050 Cleaning the Bomb Test Site

1050 Cleaning the Bomb Test Site

There’s plenty of serviceable, lightly used shrapnel around, so it’s time to clean up the scraps and leave them neatly collected here.

--The Bloomberg Administration has let a contract to Northrop-Grumman for sugar detectors it will place at the exits of every shop that sells sugary beverages.  But it can’t afford to staff all locations.  So if you exceed the Maximum Allowable Quantity, MAQ, prison bars will shoot out of the ground to hold you until the arrival of an agent of the Sugar police, which could take awhile, depending on traffic.

--They first considered sugar-sniffing dogs.  But that would require an act of the City Council because it would require creating a new training facility.  And there’s that staffing issue again.

--Only 14 days to go and the Olympics freak show will be over, two little weeks.  Cause for celebration.  Anyone know which of NBC’s 23 cable channels is going to carry the tiddlywinks final between Sudan and Monaco?

--On a serious note, it’s been 40 years since the Palestinian terrorist attack on the Israeli team at the Munich Olympics. Since then, no progress has been made in relations between the two sides, despite concessions galore from the famously rotating governments of Israel. As Pete Seeger sang “when will they ever learn?”

--Former colleague Bob Shannon of CBS/FM has been taken off the on-air rotation about eight months into a sick leave.  Everyone knows Bob and what a huge talent and wonderful person he is.  And no one is talking about what ails him, though it’s probably something more serious than an ingrown toenail.

--Welcome to the fray, RocksTV, a British Television outfit that wants to compete here with JTV and Liquidation Channel.  It’s something to watch with the sound turned off.  The English pitch-birds are a pleasure to see but you can’t understand a word they’re saying.

--If you have a few dozen Facebook friends who post their every location, you have two things.  First is an annoyance -- as in who cares where you are.  Second is fodder for blackmail in case someone DOES care where they are.

--Hansel and Gretel’s bread crumb trails on Facebook aren’t the greatest annoyance.  There are those who have to post 40-thousand photos a year of themselves and from places they believe we should all swooningly care about.  Next comes the tonsil cam, or worse, the toilet cam.

--The country’s psychopathic gun nuts are helping population control in two significant ways.  First, they’re eliminating people they consider extraneous, some of which may not be.  Second, they’re discouraging immigration along with the attending of movies, elementary schools, high schools, colleges, shopping at malls and other overdone activities.


--Happy 107th birthday, aunt Trude Frohman.  We will have to celebrate without you again this year.  It’s the 15th year we’ve had to do that.


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Friday, July 27, 2012

1049 Chicken Fit

1049 Chicken Fit

Hey, let’s all go down to Chick Fill-A and kiss a member of the same sex on the mouth.  Probably tastes better than that God awful sandwich, as does air.   And don’t plan a Sunday dinner at one of these places.

For those of you preoccupied with trivia like the presidential campaign, health insurance, the economy, voter i.d. laws and the olympics, here’s the story in quick time:

The Chick Fil-A fast food chain (white meat only!) are:

-closed on Sundays
-vocally opposed to same sex unions of any kind
-endorsed by countless big name representatives of the religious right including Billy Graham, Mike Huckabee and the lunatic Rick Santorum.

The cities of Boston and Chicago have declared “don’t come here with that kind stuff,”  although to the horror of Rahm Emanuel there’s already one Chick shop within his borders.  The mayor of Boston, Thomas Menino, wrote to the Chief Chicken saying “There is no room for discrimination on Boston’s Freedom Trail and no place for your company alongside it.”  Bravo!

The company already has brought its poison to such cities as Rochester, Michigan (As opposed Rochester, Minnesota, home of the Mayo Clinic where they prefer medicine over faith healing,) downtown Manhattan (NYU students will eat anything and accept any indoctrination,) and other places you might not expect them.  But most of the outlets are in religiously infected areas like South Carolina, Mississippi, Texas and the most backward of the northeastern states, Pennsylvania.

They have a right to their opinions, of course.   And as Willard Romney reminds us, because corporations are people, they’re free to express them. (Fortune Biscuits with New Testament aphorisms coming?)

Also allowed to express opinion is the company that owns the rights to the Muppets, which has asked Chicken Fit to stop including their toys with kids’ meals.  Chick’s response?  We have stopped giving away Muppets because they’re too small for little kids who might get their fingers stuck in them.  Jim Henson’s heirs see it differently.  They have an aversion to bigots and will donate revenue from Chick Fil-A to GLAAD, the gay and lesbian rights group.

So the religious right is planning an eat-in and gay and lesbian groups are planning a kiss-in.

What have we learned from this?  First, Billy Graham is too far gone to recognize a rubber chicken dinner with real rubber.  The rest of that breed has found yet another way to demonstrate bad taste.

Shrapnel:

--In Alice in Wonderland, they paint the white roses red to satisfy the queen.  In drought struck Staten Island, they paint the brown lawns green to satisfy the neighborhood look. This could be the start of something big.

--Seventeen days to go and we’ll be out from under all the olympic stuff.  The 2012 Summer Games are the biggest hype in London since Q-E-II’s coronation.  But at least that took only one day.

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© WJR 2012

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

1048 A Tale of Two Statues, NCAA, Letter to Students

1048 A Tale of Two Statues, The NCAA Tornado and a Letter to Students


I.

(UNIVERSITY PARK, PA) -- The order came down in darkness, probably by telephone, which is the way things are done on the campus of The Pennsylvania State University.  Probably a guy came to the door of the head of the grounds department with a dog-eared piece of scrap paper bearing only a scrawled phone number.  The number might have been 814 238-75XX.  Should one call that number, which is a listed number, he will reach the home of Rodney Allen “Irksome” Erickson, president of that hallowed institution known on these posts as America’s Brain.

And had that call been made as mentioned, the answerer might have said “put up a fence, cover the fence in plastic, block off the street and take down the statue of Joe Paterno,” whose family maintains he did no such thing as orchestrate a cover up of little boy rapist Jerry Sandusky’s merry pranks.

Meantime, in Queens, New York, another statue is coming down, maybe.  It is called “Civic Virtue.”  Civic -- forgive the use of the first name -- is an immense naked man seen standing on the bodies of a covey of naked women.  Its first home in the 1920s was at City Hall in Manhattan.  Women hated it.  Women’s groups fought it.  Mayor LaGuardia said he didn’t like being mooned in marble each day as he walked to work.

They moved the thing to in front of Borough Hall in Kew Gardens, Queens 60, 70 years ago.  Civic is still immense and those women must have powerful backs because they’re still holding him up and he hasn’t yet managed to trample them flat.

Now, there is a move afoot to move the hideous stone gavone to Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, which is a beautiful and perfectly maintained place of burial where the dead can look out at the water... 600-thousand graves.  A dead population larger than all the living today in Milwaukee.

No grave is big enough for Mr. Virtue and his harem.  So they’ll leave all of them above ground.

In contrast, the Paterno statue is a mere seven feet tall.  For now, they’re going to let it collect dust in storage.  They have a borough hall to put it in front of, too.  But it’s on one of the tiny pieces of land the school doesn’t own in the neighborhood and therefore an unlikely eventual landing spot.
Mr. Paterno is from Brooklyn. Mr. Virtue is moving there.  Maybe they can share the space.  What’s a little ugly garishness in a place people only visit occasionally? (Blog continues below)

 Civic Virtue Statue Moons LaGuardia       
Joe Paterno Statue: Smaller than Civic or Saddam

II.


Meantime, the NCAA, which is the 102 year old American version of the inbred nose-in-the-air Eurotrash International Olympic Committee, has wreaked havoc by imposing a $60 million fine, postseason ban for four years and five years of probation.

The biggest smite of all (so far) is the grave robbing of all wins from 1998 to 2011... that’s more than 100 wins that everyone knows were wins. And while they will be taken out of the stats books or listed as “vacated,” they won’t just disappear for anyone who cares about such.  Paterno is hereby posthumously dethroned as winningest big time coach.  The guys who played those games don’t have the luxury of not knowing about it.

The biggest smite in the future has three heads:

1. Loss of football-fueled funding for other sports that are not self-supporting.
2. Loss of enormous football dependent revenue for business and the region.
3. Inability to field a team skilled enough to play at big-ten level along with a completely legal mass exodus of players who now are allowed to transfer -- not that the team for the upcoming season was anything to write home about in the first place.

With no way to punish the actual criminals in this case other than Sandusky, they’ve punished restaurants, hotels, students, the state liquor authority and the guys who have their life savings sunk into houses that are worth less today than they were yesterday.

Here’s a question for the NCAA, a question we used to ask back in the ‘hood:  Who died and made you God?

So, thanks to Jailbird Sandusky, and -- at least for now -- the late coach Paterno, the fired former president  Innocence Spanier, the retired former vice president  Sgt. Schultz, the on-leave athletic director Curley.  Your actions and inactions are what did this.

Spanier says his father regularly beat him as a kid so how could he not have reported a serial rapist of young boys?  Only by not knowing about it.  Spanier was by all accounts the king of all micromanagers.  The report from Freeh, who is Whiplash Willie with white shoes, says Spanier did know; had to have known.

Thanks also to Governor Tom Corbett, stellar public servant and board of trustees member that he is, who when he was attorney general learned what supposedly was going on and launched a mighty investigation consisting of one lone cop, then did nothing.

And a special thanks to the current president Rodney Irksome Erickson for agreeing not to fight the sanctions.  Asked why, he said “our backs were against the wall.”  Well, better your back, Rod, than your hands with that old “big kid” Sandusky behind you.  But what if the Freeh report is wrong or incomplete?

Since Penn State has money to burn, they’re remodeling the shower area where Sandusky “horsed around,” as he put it, playing games like “tickle monster” and defiling young boys.  They don’t need a remodeler, they need and exorcist.

Money to burn?  Maybe not for long.  The bond rating agency Moody’s is about to drop Penn State from its near top of the heap status on about one billion dollars in debt, which will raise the cost of borrowing which will raise the cost of everything else they buy or sell.

III.

To today’s students and faculty: Your “Great University,” so-called, has let you down in pursuit of fame and fortune, and in your name. And while it deserves your anger and scorn and derision, it does not deserve all of your anger and scorn and derision. Save some of that for your predecessors on campus who made football players into football heros and then into football gods, who placed athletics above academics while loudly claiming they were doing the opposite, and who manufactured personality cults where mere personality admiration at most was appropriate.  And then they compounded the felony by knuckling under to some holier-than-thou snoot from Indianapolis who said “off with their wins... their scholarships and their bowl games.”

The student war chant on game days is a group shout:  “We are... Penn State.”  No you’re not.  You’re transients, but as transients you still will bear the burdens heaped on you by what we used to wrongly call the “permanent university,” which isn’t as permanent as it once seemed.

Near his life’s end, Joe Paterno said “this is not a football scandal.”  He wasn’t completely right.  But he wasn’t completely wrong, either.

This is a scandal of deaf, dumb and blind men or men who chose not to hear, speak or see.

(Note to readers:  this is the final full length post on this subject.  Other developments -- and there will be plenty -- will be mentioned -- if at all -- only in the Shrapnel section.)

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© WJR 2012

Monday, July 23, 2012

1047 You Can Get a Man With a Gun and a Baby or Two

1047 You Can Get a Man With a Gun and a Baby or Two

There must be something in the air in Colorado that makes bright young men turn to fantasy and then to murder.

Not since 1999 had this scenic state in general and the greater Denver area in particular seen the kind of kid-provoked carnage as what happened early last Friday morning in Aurora when that fellow with the dark clothing, the body armor, the groin and throat protectors, and the gas mask set off a smoke bomb in a movie house and started shooting people -- using a 40 caliber handgun, an assault rifle and a shotgun.  Good thing he was wearing the armor.  You never know when one of those infants will pull out a gun and start firing back.  It is, after all, the wild west.

“Boom, boom, boom,” exclaimed a woman theater-goer describing what she heard before she managed to duck. She still was cut and burned by flying shards and bullet casings.

The smirking mugshot of James Holmes, PhD candidate in neuroscience shines out at us from TV and computer screens and the daily paper.  He looks like a guy who has some neurological short circuits.

Babies, out for a midnight movie with their parents, parents out for a midnight look at Batman with their babies, and others... dead or injured.

And there’s smirky, out in back of the movie house, standing at his little white Hyundai with at least one more weapon inside.  You can almost see him blowing the smoke away from the tip of the assault rifle, like they do with the six shooters in old westerns.

Mr. Holmes, about to drop out of school, informed police that his third floor walkup apartment was booby trapped.  So the count of death and injury didn’t rise because when police went a-visiting they brought along stuff that would protect them or disable the bombs and gas canisters.

Here’s an inventory of the White Hyundai arsenal:

--Glock pistol, .40 cal.
--Another Glock pistol, .40 cal.
--Remington shotgun, model 870, 12 gauge.
--Smith & Wesson AR-15 assault rifle, similar in appearance to the long ones in this picture.


\The base model goes for around $730.  But with all the bells and whistles it can set you back almost two grand, list.

Holmes bought the weapons from two Denver-area chain stores, Gander Mountain Guns and Bass Pro Shops.  Good to have a pro on your side when you’re thinking about doing some baby killing in a movie house.  Bass has released a statement saying it has reviewed the paperwork for the sales and everyone in its house followed all the laws.  Which says something about the laws.

Holmes also bought 6,000 rounds of ammunition using the internet, which didn’t raise any eyebrows let alone set off alarms anywhere.

Holmes is remembered as being “very smart and a little strange” by one of his classmates quoted by NBC News.  Just not smart enough to save us all the trouble of hearing about his tough childhood and his probable drug abuse, his mental state and all the other smokescreens that’ll come up at his trial.

And the imbecile politicians?  What ever happened to Obama’s pledge to renew the assault weapons ban?  And then there’s Romney who favored gun control as governor of Massachusetts now has (oh, what a surprise) reversed his position?

There are good uses for all those legally acquired things that don’t kill people, it’s just that there are too many of the wrong ones in the hands of people like the guy with the body armor, the groin protector and the “Joker” hairdo at a Batman movie.

(Coming Wednesday 7/25/12:  The final full length post in the Penn State scandal, this one about the downing of the Paterno statue and the NCAA penalties.  Any added stuff will be in the form of shrapnel, familiar to both movie goers in Aurora and rational evaluators of America’s foremost sort-of state university.)

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© WJR 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

1046 Hippocrates and the Hot Air Balloons

1046 Hippocrates and the Hot Air Balloons

(STATE COLLEGE PA) -- Have you noticed this?  The skies lately have more hot air balloons than ever before.    They’re fun to watch and probably scary-good fun to ride.  Around here, we see one regularly from a real estate company.  But there’s also a guy who sells rides to those who want to see the rolling hills here from above -- but slowly enough to make airplane rides impractical.

Hot air is free.  Ask this or any other blogger.  Of course, when the fire goes out or a hole appears in the skin, the thing crashes, sometimes at a leisurely pace; sometimes like a rock falling out of the sky.  And at America’s Greatest Sort-of Public College, the fire is out and the hole is pretty big and getting bigger.

Too bad there’s no Hippocratic oath for institutions of higher education.  “First, do no harm” is not in the text of the Hippocratic oath, even though most of us think it is.  It’s in the Hippocratic Corpus.  What is in the hippocratic oath is the pledge to not play God.

Part of playing God is filling your balloon with hot air and convincing everyone that the thing is floating of its own magical accord.

So, from one hot air balloon to another:  Blue and White is a not a good color combination for a floating sham.  Make the next one red, white and blue.  Or pink.  Or black.  Or pink AND black.

You want to start the healing process following the little-boy-raped-and-Joe-Paterno-turned-his-back-to-it crisis, start with a Hippocratic oath that includes both doing no harm and not playing God.

And while you’re at it, fly the balloon a little lower.  You’ve discovered that it’s a long way down from where you were floating.  Get some new pilots and a more able ground crew, one that doesn’t just sit around and stare as the thing falls out of the sky, one which knows the meaning of “controlled descent.”

And as Hippocrates said, the bloom is off the sewer.


Shrapnel:

--Hot air artist Antonin “Tony Ducks” Scalia says he’s not mad at John Roberts for “defecting from the game plan and voting in favor of that Kenyan Muslim socialist’s health insurance tax.”  Clarence Thomas isn’t mad either.  He said “                   ,” which is all he ever says.

--Hot air artist and self- proclaimed non-anti- Semite Ralph Nader has issued a report in which he says advertising doesn’t work and that Madison Avenue is navel gazing when it says it does.   To prove his point, he says his stable of underpaid and overworked researchers often is confused with the Oakland Raiders.

--It had to happen.  The MTA has declared an expansion of  its Open Spaces Program.  This is not a plan to turn old bus terminals into parks, it’s a plan to put ads on the front face of the MetroCard.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

1045 A Lark in the Bar

1045 A Lark in the Bar

There is a lock on the door of Hanrahan’s just down the block from stairs that lead to and from the El.  But no one now living has ever seen it used.  In fact no one now living has seen the key.  And truth be told, the thing is rusted open anyway.

This is not exactly 100% legal.  But it’s been going on so long, no one remembers that, either.  And in truth, with a darkened window, the place looks closed when the State Liquor Tyrants say it should be.  But it’s open.

Reg is the morning bartender and starts his day at seven in the evening if the train’s on time.  Morning bartender?  Starts at 7PM?

“Sure.  I serve until 4, 4:30.  Plenty of morning left starting at 7.”

Officially, the bar closes at 4am.  Two on Sunday mornings.  So last call is at 3:45.  But last call would cost you plenty if it were on your cell phone.  It’s a long call.

When Reg goes home he’s still full of energy.  A morning person.  A lark.  He cooks, he cleans, he reads, he watches television.

“The air is better at 4am than at any other time of day.  I don’t understand people who get up at 6 or so in the morning and can’t get going until noon.”

About that lock:  Hanrahan’s serves food around the clock and the “morning crew” drags what Reg calls their “sorry slow rumps” in around the time he “closes” the bar.  “These guys are lucky they can fry an egg by 6.  There’s a factory just down the block and those guys start at 7.  They come here for breakfast.  I sometimes have to help out, but Hanrahan doesn’t like it... it’s time and a half for the overtime.”

By the time the office commuters appear for coffee and danish to go, Reg is long gone.  But he’ll probably pull down the light blocking shades and turn on the white sound machine before 1 pm.

Now THAT’s a morning person.



Shrapnel:

--We say a sad goodbye to Kitty Wells, country music’s first female superstar who died this week of complications from a stroke.  Kitty Wells was 92. Here's one of her best and your correspondent’s favorite of her many hits, even though it’s not the one she’s best known for.

Looking for a needle in a haystack is too much trouble.  Just unwrap that sandwich... the one that cost you extra on your Delta flight to Atlanta, Seattle or Minneapolis.  You want mustard on that?

The new telephone is 4G until you go to use it, when it becomes 3G.  But that’s okay because there’s no real difference no matter what the cell phone companies tell you.  And “No Connection, tap here to retry” means the same no matter how many Gs you have or don’t have.

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Monday, July 16, 2012

1044 Where to Go for a Fan Belt

1044 Where to Go for a Fan Belt

You’ll be happy to know that Jimmy The Book has been released from Moria Schock Correctional Facility, nestled in the scenic Adirondack hamlet of Mineville, New York.

Jimmy was a guest of New York State which (falsely) accused him of running a recreational investment firm from the back of his auto parts store on Greenpoint Avenue in the scenic Queens hamlet of Sunnyside.

When he was first arrested, Jimmy sat handcuffed in the back of a cruiser from the 108th Precinct and watched while uniforms and detective-thirds took boxes of records, a couple of computers and 17 telephones and loaded them into a van while uniforms and detective-twos herded a group of scraggly men into white paddy wagons with baby blue horizontal stripes... new ones, that like their prowl car brothers you’d think belonged to the Sheriff of Fairfield, Connecticut if you didn’t see the big “NYPD” on the side.  Classy.  But too Darien.

In explaining the telephones to investigators, Jimmy said “I Sell fuel injectors and transmission fluid, Armor All and head gaskets.  Those phones?  I do business all over the country.  That’s my phone bank!”

Turned out the “all over the country” part was right.

Jimmy got off light.  Possibly because many of those uniforms and D-2s and 3s may have, from time to time, done some business by calling some of those telephones-in-evidence... only to order spark plugs and Simoniz, of course.

Jimmy’s back behind the parts counter now.  And the back room, where his national sales phone bank used to be?  Just a couple of guys at desks and only one phone on each.  But it still gets hectic around post time each day.  The phone bank’s been outsourced to India.  Never underestimate the creativity of an American entrepreneur.

Shrapnel:

--The rumors are untrue.  The Pennsylvania State University says it will not now move the bronze statue of Joe Paterno from in front of Beaver Stadium.  This, after published reports said it would be taken down and re-erected in the football building’s shower room.


Now, the latest news from the Associated Wes:

Food and Terror in Southern California.

SAN DIEGO CA (AW) -- San Diego Beach Police have incarcerated over 100 blue fin  tuna suspected of widespread trafficking in illegal radioactive material from Japanese waters to American shores.

San Diego’s only remaining head lifeguard following budget cutting layoffs of his 1,000 member staff said he didn’t know how many fish had fled to Mexico’s Baja to escape questioning, it was clear that carrying radioactive material, even for migration, would not be accepted in US corporate-run courts and that all species would eventually  give up their dirty secrets in a Guantanamo Bay Facility.

Although waterboarding does not work with blue fin tuna, the department of Homer (Simpson) Land Security is said to be employing dozens of Secret Service-trained crack hookers from Bogota to “blow this out of the water.”

Blue whale attorneys for the tuna could be reached for comment but couldn’t be understood.  


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© WJRs 2012



An earlier version of this post misstated the possible range of actions of the corporate run courts.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

1043 Got Tar?

1043 Got Tar?

(STATE COLLEGE PA) -- The most charitable thing you can say about Paterno is he fumbled while the ball was in play.

It’s ten o’clock on a Thursday morning and a few of us outsiders are sitting in a booth in a coffee shop in view of a TV set on one side and a full view of the Penn State main campus right outside the window.  We’ve been there awhile and one guy has an iPad and so we have read the “Freeh Report” that in effect says “Good thing we have enough tar and a new brush because when you finish reading this, everyone at this place is going to be covered.”

Months of work by Penn State’s hired guns show what everyone has come to expect:  There are no good guys in the Sandusky little-boy-screwed story.

Freeh, the former FBI director now in a law practice in which he’s mostly a rainmaker, is reading a prepared statement that condemns (not necessarily in this order) the closed culture at Penn State that allowed Sandusky free pickin’s for more than a decade of abuse, the fired president of the school, Graham Spanier, the soon-to-be former athletic director, Tim Curley, the retired vice president for business affairs, Gary Schultz and Paterno.

Plenty of tar to go around.

The guys at this table are all from somewhere else and have stayed somewhere else in their heads, if not their bodies.  The rest of the place is filled with locals whose table buzz is louder than usual, but still indistinguishable.  Every once in awhile a word jumps out, like “dirty!” or “maligned.”  (It’s a college town.  They say things like “maligned” out loud here.  Much classier than, say, “smeared.”)

And that’s probably how opinion in this town will be divided.  One side saying dirty, the other side saying smeared.

It’s still not clear whether there was an active conspiracy to let Sandusky play or just a bunch of like thinking executives who thought and acted alike with or without the full advice and consent of the others.  But the effect was the same, a coverup to avoid bad publicity.  Fine job of that, they did.

When Paterno died in January, there was plenty of activity as people tried to decide what to name after him.  After all, winningest coach in the history of major college football, head coach for more than the lifetime of a normal human being, big contributor to the school, the public face of the school.  The guy everyone on earth had heard of.  A revered public figure with a humble attitude and a winning smile.

So far, this day, no one still says name the vast stadium after him, or the road that runs past it.

It’s too early in the day for the school to answer questions like “what are you going to do about all this?” or even “will you leave Paterno’s statue standing at the stadium’s front entrance?” But it’s not too early in the day to quote one member of the board of trustees saying “we are ashamed.”

And it’s not too early in the day for the guy’s family to issue statements filled with words and phrases like “unfair” or “not right,” or “not true.”

The ex-president Spanier is an amateur magician.  He tried to make all this slime disappear.  He tried to pull a rabbit out of the hat.  Better take a brush up course at Famous Magicians’ School of large scale illusions.

The ex-vice president for business, whose son-in-law has a fat contract to do work for the school, and who was in charge of security, is probably feeling a bit smaller and less secure today.

The athletic director, now on leave and under treatment for lung cancer, showed himself to be the puppet everyone knew he was in the first place.

And somewhere in China, there’s a company getting ready to put together memorabilia sets that include bobble heads of Paterno, Nixon, Anthony Weiner and Bill Clinton, attractively packaged in front of a wide-angle photo of Iraq’s array of weapons of mass destruction.  (William Calley action figure sold separately.)


(Note to readers:  Please do not bother sending your planned response if it’s going to be a handwringing screed about the “poor children.”  Sure they were abused and probably some of them got pretty screwed up from what happened to them.  It’s terrible.  But they’ll live.  The overarching crimes here aren’t even the ones Sandusky committed, they are the acts of this handful of men (and possibly women) and what they did and didn’t do when they learned -- or should have learned what was going on for all these years.)

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

!042 Taking Counsel

1042 Taking Counsel

Consultants are out, counselors are in.

Camp counselors, school guidance counselors and some grief counselors have real jobs.  All the other counselors are... what?

We all know what consultants are:  they’re guys who steal your watch and charge to tell you the time.

Modern counselors are similar but with one important difference.  They don’t actually steal your watch.  They just teach you to mistrust it.

And most of these counselors are preying on women.  In a recent issue of a women’s publication, there were ads for counselors in the fields of nutrition, cosmetics, relationships, travel, sales, decorating, advertising/marketing/campaigning, organization, hypnosis, recreation, education, pre-pregnancy, i.d. protection and... “life.”

It’s like saying “okay, girls, we all know you’re all idiots when it comes to what and how to eat, how to apply makeup, how to get along with your significant other, how to make your desk neat, how to book a flight, what to do until the baby is born and... life.”

You think I’m kidding about the woman angle?  Open a copy of any magazine directed at men.  Think you’re going to find a “choosing what football game to watch” counselor?  How about a fishing counselor.  You might find someone trying to sell you golf lessons, which we know you need.  But he’ll never bill himself as a “golf counselor.”

You think you’re going to find a “barbeque counselor” in the pages of GQ?  How about an ammo counselor in Soldier of Fortune?  Maybe credit counseling if all the cheap cable channels have no availabilities this week.

Most if not all of these counselors are people who want to sell you stuff... more often than not, stuff you don’t need.

The counseling is free.  It’s also free at the supermarket when you ask the vegetable guy what kind of tomato goes best with a romaine salad.




Here is the latest news from the Associated Wes:

LOS ANGELES (AW) -- Most every mainstream American politician’s grey matter has just been proved to originate from still-in-the-package broken Chinese children’s toys or self choking devices found in found in dumpsters behind Ninety- Three Cent stores.

Dr. Max A. Million, spokesman for the poor-quality-done-bad Ninety-Three Cent chain said that the massive refuse from the stores still is being pilfered for alleged use by multinational corporations in their efforts to perfect the Perfect Thespian Criminal, more commonly known as the US politician, despite the fact that the stores’ dumpsters are now being kept in previously empty US federal bank vaults until trash day.

Dr. Million also said that on a positive note the weekly Ocean’s Eleven-like  dumpster diving breaches of the federal vaults had saved his company countless billions in rubbish removal fees.

In a rare show of indulgence Chinese toy manufacturers and their American counterparts, NASA scientists, collectively admitted that they could not figure out what was wrong with the aforementioned political brains and that they could be neither recycled nor refurbished.

The big box chain, Bosco, which recently patented with the help of modern political Alchemy, the formula for cooking the fingerprints of pre-teen children found on most major American “necessities” into actual gold bullion could not be reached for comment.

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4759 The Supreme Court

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