“I’ve fallen short of the glory of God.”– Newt Gingrich, 02-26-12
(It’s okay, Newt. So have we all.)
“I’ve fallen short of the glory of God.”– Newt Gingrich, 02-26-12
(It’s okay, Newt. So have we all.)
Is it me or have the Academy Awards completely lost their relevancy? I fully admit it might be me.
It’s 9:00 am the day after the Oscars and I still don’t know — or care — who won what. I don’t even know who or what was nominated. For real. Not a clue. And I have zero interest in finding out.
I’m thinking it may be the stage I am at in life — raising kids, working a lot, busy panicking about the future — but then again, I think the Academy Awards might have something to do with it, too.
Because let’s face it, American film companies mostly make garbage now. Movies are dumbed down to imbecillic levels. Hollywood celebrities have become nauseatingly political — I would sooner saw off my head than enrich actors like Sean Penn or Matt Damon — and Oscars haven’t been awarded on merit for years. The system is rigged.
For most of the aughts, I studiously boycotted the Oscars. But, beginning last night, I broke new ground: I became utterly indifferent to them. To quote a great old American movie line, “they fill me with inertia.”
I’m kind of curious how Billy Crystal did, though. If someone could fill me in on that I’d appreciate it. (He was hosting, right?)
My five-year-old daughter is half Irish, so, naturally, she is semi-obsessed with the concept of death. Earlier today she asked me how you know when you’re going to die. “When God decides,” I answered. “And there’s no way for us to know when that will be — but it should be a very long time from now,” I reassured her.
A few hours later, I was driving with her on a highway with occasional traffic lights. We came to a stop at a light, where an improbable set of circumstances unfolded. I’ll try to explain them clearly.
We were stopped behind a car. There was a turning lane to the left of us. But no car was in it. My daughter had been playing with an electronic gadget in her booster seat in the back. It had frozen, or somehow malfunctioned, a half mile back or so and I delayed fiddling with it until we got to the light. As I was rebooting the thing — I should not have have been — the car in front of me moved forward, presumably because the light had turned green. Without seeing the light above us, I gunned the car forward. But instead of going forward, the car in front of us made an abrupt left. The driver had missed the turning lane and decided to make a super sharp left when the green arrow signal clicked for the lane next to ours. So, in short, distracted by what I should not have been doing and suckered forward by a follow-the-leader dynamic, I drove right through the red light just as car passed directly in front of me, perpendicularly. We missed each other by a heartbeat.
The collision would have been 100% my fault and it would have been a bad one. The impact on our car probably wouldn’t have been deadly. Neither car was going fast enough. But still, as I pulled away from the scene, I could not help thinking about my daughter’s question earlier in the day. “Just like that,” I said aloud to myself in the car.
I pulled off at the next exit to fix her electronic device. No way I was fiddling with it on the highway after that. We stayed parked for three or four minutes, say, 200 seconds, before reentering the parkway and driving south toward New York City. Twenty miles later, while coming around a curb, we saw the flashing lights of the ambulance arriving at a very bad scene. A three car pile up — a terrible one — that had just happened. How long before? There is no way to know. But those 200 seconds come to mind.
When is your time? When God and His guardian angels say it is. No doubt about that. None at all.
More shouting Islamists on television sets this week. This time about accidently burned Korans. I don’t mean to be crass, but when aren’t these guys jumping up and down and stomping on torn American flags? Every shot of the Arab street on my TV looks like a Middle Eastern NBA championship celebration gone awry. Do these guys ever quietly have breakfast or tend to livestock or something?
I try to take people one at a time, and I’m sure for every Kalashnikov Hip-Festival festival featured on CNN there are twice as many tender and constructive moments occurring in that region. So can we for once — just once — see some of them?
Meanwhile, the unquenchable rage continues and four more Americans are dead.
“Things are ugly for Republicans right now. But that might just be because things are ugly all over. And when it comes to enthusiasm, my hunch is that more people will be excited to vote against Obama than to vote for him.” — Jonah Goldberg, NRO, 02-24-12
They say thank God for small favors. And big ones, which we should all consider this one. Could we have endured steamed mussing of The Hair? I, for one, could not have.
Eye rolls are in vogue these days when talking about the GOP presidential primary. “Boy, how the Republicans are blowing this” is the narrative. “They’re handing the election to President Obama.”
I’m not so sure about that, for a few reasons.
An interesting statistic popped in a poll Wednesday, showing that Mitt Romney’s popularity among Republicans (especially among Republican women) has never been higher, and it’s growing. After the endless hits he’s taken as a Republican light, Mr. Romney is counterintuitively gaining strength within the GOP base. He’ll need that solidity among Republican voters going into the general election (providing he wins the nomination) and he should grow stronger still with Republicans as the specter of a one-on-one race against President Obama gets nearer.
Yet at the same time, Mr. Romney is not prohibitively distancing himself from the potential votes of disaffected Democrats and independents. He’ll still in play among them — at least among ones I know. That’s a neat trick, and it comes from an unusual dynamic, one made possible by the stark contrasts available in this primary race.
Two things are happening right for the former Massachusetts governor. He is continuously portrayed in the news media — and by rival campaigns — as a moderate who doesn’t really feel the conservative message. And at the same time, he is standing toe-to-toe with three conservative Republican candidates, representing starkly different factions of the Party, allowing him to systematically address the doubts and concerns of each of those factions.
In running against social conservative Rick Santorum, Mr. Romney is able to quell some of the doubts felt about him on the social right. In running against libertarian Ron Paul, Mr. Romney is able to talk lots of limited government, and in running against velvet-toungued populist Newt Gingrich, Mr. Romney is able to show he can take and throw a punch and think on his feet.
Yet to Democrats and independents, Governor Romney continues to be seen as an approachable moderate because, day and night, everyone keeps calling him that — and because he’s none of the other three, each of whom is seen by centrist voters as extreme. But Mr. Romney is not.
The Republican Primary clearly looks like sausage being made right now. One has to turn his eyes away from the process at times. But sausage is being made nonetheless, and by the time it’s done it may have just enough flavorings to suit a variety of tastes — only 51% of which are needed, and only in the key swing states.
This whole thing could turn into a bust as a lot of smart people are saying. Or it could turn into a culinary masterpiece. I’m predicting the latter and sticking with it. Stick a fork in me if I’m wrong.
Anyone who has ever read this blog knows that I’m not a big fan of new laws. But there ought to be a law against releasing 911 emergency call transcripts and recordings. I cannot believe there is not one in every state.
The latest transgression is a leaked 911 recording from an American actor who tragically shot himself — and lived — after learning that he was losing more of his body to surgery from diabetes. He already had lost a leg. The call comes in right after a bullet to his temple failed to dispatch him to the heavens. If there is any more private and forlorn moment than that, I have not heard of it. (I am not linking to the story.)
Laws aside, anyone who would release recordings of such a tragic, desperate, and personal moment should spend an extra month in purgatory. Jail is too cozy a place for a crime against dignity like that one.
For all its struggles to break through into open field, the Romney campaign has made few mistakes. It has been methodical, disciplined, and on-message. So it’s surprising to read this morning that the campaign made a freshman error in redacting portions of a Detroit News editorial endorsement of Mr. Romney this week. The Detroit News is now up in arms about it, turning a winning news cycle for Mr. Romney into a mixed one and highlighting the critical portions of the editorial endorsement which were probably overlooked in the first place. And endorsement is an endorsement after all.
It’s an instinct that has to be fought on every campaign, from dog catcher to the presidency — the urge to edit out any adverse mention of one’s candidate and avoid all pain. Both will bite you on the you-know-what every time.
[Rick Santorum] is an engagingly happy warrior, except when he is not. Then he is an angry prophet of a dystopian future in which, he has warned, people will be ‘holed up in their homes afraid to go outside at night.’ He has the right forebodings but might have the wrong profession. Presidential candidates do not thrive as apostles of social regeneration; they are expected to be as sunny as Ronald Reagan was as he assured voters that they were as virtuous as their government was tedious.” George Will – 02-23-12
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