Nobody 870

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Nobody # 370

Nobody Asked Me But:

When I preached those sermons, eons ago

For the praise I almost caught myself falling

Older ladies in line

Said, “You really did fine

Great sermon, you sure missed your calling”

Midnight In Paris, Woody Allen’s new film is marvelous. It is a feast for your eyes, (Paris is breathtaking) your ears, (the dialogue is sharp, the musical score, wonderful) your mind (as you consider the allure of the

past vs. living in the now) and your soul (if imagination and romance are still alive there). See it.

Exciting news for ice coffee lovers – Trader Joe’s is now selling mocha and latte in cans. I have tried them both and they are as good or better than any except Illy’s. And, at $3.99 per four-pack, the price is right. I wish, like Illy’s, they would sell a straight iced coffee, still my favorite. Actually, since wishes are free, I wish Starbuck’s and Caribou would start selling their canned iced coffee again.

Meanwhile, back to Trader Joe’s twosome. in the immortal words of Mae West, “Try it, you’ll like it.”

Anyone else notice that Madonna’s face is looking more and more like that of the older Bette Davis? But the rest of her body is still her own – thank goodness.

THAT WAS THE WEEK THAT WAS

The mundane is so hard to remember

Sometimes my memory’s a pain

So why is it tough

To remember that stuff

It’s ‘cause who needs to remember mundane

I talked to a man about Newt’s wild plan

This guy views him with friendly affection

I asked can’t it be

Why can’t he just be he

The guy said, what, and lose the election

Bishop Ed Long paid more than a song

For his sexual dance with boy teens

This fake man of God

When he saw a teen bod

Said `twas the devil who unzipped my jeans

You have to say this for Obama

Most things he does with real class

You can see by this shot

A great eye he has got

As he checks out this young lady’s shoes

Barack and Bibi are dueling

With Barack in the Obi Wan part

Bibi’s the hater

The prime Arab baiter

So don’t expect peace talks to start

The Times had a piece, for last week’s release

To be legit the young lady is yearning

On her wall she hangs nude

She’s clearly no prude

But it still sounds like Paris is turning

Senator Scott Brown is coming around

He’s voting like Collins and Snowe

I won’t mind a repeat

In the Kennedy seat

He seems like an honorable foe

Her Verizon bill was most shocking

You owe us big bucks now, it said

Your payments were late

Way past the due date

And we don’t even care that you’re dead

Said President Gee of the Buckeyes

I know that my actions were slow

Our coach was a sinner

But he was a big winner

It was so hard to let him go

Jerome Corsi has a new birther book

About which I want to speak plain

My feelings are strong

I won’t call him wrong

I’ll be honest and say he’s inane – or insane

The Bunny’s are wearing new outfits

Now Hef is a makeover king

Modest they’re not

They still show a lot

As Tony would say, "badda Bing"

What show would you choose, which one would amuse

If bring back a program you could

Right from the start

It tugged at my heart

Won’t you come back Everwood

The House played a phony game of chicken

They cleared it with Wall Street before

To not raise the debt ceiling

Is Tea Party appealing

But Obama will give them what for.

“We hate the mandate” seems to be the current Republican mantra. But it wasn’t always so. Party leaders who now sing of the people’s freedom not to be insured, once, not so very long ago, sang a different tune. It was called personal responsibility – require everyone to buy health insurance so that they do not become a public burden. We all know that Romney helped pass a mandate law in Mass. Senator Hatch and candidate Newt, now both adamantly opposed, championed it in the past as did that holy temple of conservatism, The Heritage Foundation.

What changed? Two things. A president

named Obama and a noisy tea-drinking pressure group. It’s one thing not to have the courage of one’s convictions, but if you ask these guys what their convictions really are, their reply will be – “What day is it?”

REVIEWS

The Devil’s Light by Richard North Patterson – Patterson’s novel, Exile, published in 2007 was an exciting story with a rarely seen balanced look at the Israeli/Palestinian crisis. That same balance underlies this new thriller about nuclear terrorism. Excellent!

Kiss Her Goodbye by Mickey Spillane and Max Allen Collins – I bought this book on impulse, after reading a favorable review. I hadn’t read a Mike Hammer book in forty years. Even in Collins’ hands, (Spillane chose Collins to complete his unfinished works) the detective hasn’t changed much. He still avenges all wrongs with prejudice so extreme that I couldn’t keep up with the body count. Still, it was good meeting Pat Chambers and Velda again. I will probably wait forty years to read another Hammer book, but I am glad I read this one.

Save Me by Lisa Scottoline – I also bought this book on impulse, the story had an interesting premise – mother saves child in school fire and but is condemned for choosing her child first. This one was my mistake. The story was full of holes and the writing was common. (By which I mean average or slightly below – and yes, I know, Scottoline writes best sellers.)

The Informant by Thomas Perry – Much like Mike hammer, Thomas Perry’s famous hit man, the Butcher’s Boy, leaves multiple bodies in his wake, but Perry’s “hero” has much more depth then does Hammer. This makes The Informant more literature and less comic book.