Nobody 872

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Nobody # 872

Nobody Asked Me But:

I was rereading one of Robert B. Parker’s Spenser books, The Judas Goat, last week and I came upon this quote: “If a man tires of London, he tires of life.” I loved London, so I agree. I would add Maine, The Bay Area and, of course, Hawaii to my list and, in a few months, Paris, no doubt.

WALL OF SHAME

The hypocritical Democrats who forced Weiner out when in the past they were willing to overlook President Bill’s “that was not sex” with Monica. While I think the former’s public posing was, to put it in formal terms, a little more icky-sicky than the President’s slippery zipper, I would have condemned neither to private life for their transgression. And most certainly not one more than the other.

Or, to put it another way:

Some Dems are meaner to Anthony Weiner

Then they were back when President Bill

Chose to let Monica

Play his harmonica

When it seems like the difference is nil

BACK TO THE WALL OF SHAME

Campaigning for awards – is there no modesty left in America?

Newsmedia – for their large role in creating the age of hype over substance.

THAT WAS THE WEEK THAT WAS

Let’s hear it for Dirk who’s clearly no jerk

This man seems the essence of class

The opposite of James

Who, at the end of the games

On effort the guy took a pass

The series is done, the victory won

The good guys on top with a bang

What’s bad about James

Are all of the claims

That decisions are made by his gang

With a Hitchcock attack, the bad birds are back

‘though they’ve moved northwest from Bodega

Their attack never stops

As they seek out more cops

let’s hope they’re not starting Omega

Michele is running, and no I’m not funning

Her win would be a disaster

This woman of course

Is just like the horse

That was dressed up by Lady Astor

Dwarfs, there were seven, hope to recreate heaven

For business and the social far right

If one comes in first

Then expect the worst

For America, not morning but night

Judge Vaughn Walker’s gay, so give him no say

On this issue not one of them budges

But if all bias we ban

Assuming we can

In the end we will have no more judges

We can’t have blacks judging blacks and watching their backs

And on bleeding-heart women we’ll bail

we on the right

won’t give up the fight

‘till all judges are white Christian male

A heart with no beat could turn out to be neat

On centrifugal pumps you may thrive

Without heartbeat you’ll be

From pulse rate you’re free

And what’s best is you’ll still be alive

A study shows that the way it now goes

Women are paid by the pound

Over weight, out of luck

Business pays the big buck

To ladies more thinner than round

What Obama should learn before his bridges all burn

Is this from President Cupid

Forget all the big things

They won’t get you brass rings

It’s just the economy, stupid

Michele’s tough on all gays, can’t stand their ways

And she admires a neo-Naz creep

Yet after debate

Some said she was great

It’s enough to make a man weep

This NFL star is eager to bar

Gay marriage as not in God’s plans

Tyree caught a key pass

But the guy has no class

His brains are all in his hands

This is a tome ‘bout a team with no ho

me

A renovation that ends in abort

for this Bronx football team

it was no field of dream

‘cause they built the thing twenty yards short

The AARP gets no pass from me

If to support cuts they finally agree

Of all programs solely

Soc Security is holy

So I say to them et tu RP

Book review - Collusion by Stuart Neville

Last year, Stuart Neville won the LA Times award in the mystery/suspense/thriller category for his excellent The Ghosts of Belfast. I had heard that Collusion was equally as good. It was.

The corruption still underlies everything in Northern Ireland, even reaching into the special branch of the police force. Still pulling the strings behind the scene, is Bull O’Kane, left crippled but not dead by Gary Fegan in Ghost. Big mistake. O’Kane hires the Traveler to find and kill Fegan. To do so, he must use a woman and her young daughter as bait, which brings Officer jack Lennon, the girl’s father into the picture.

The violent, closing scene takes up about 10% of the book. It is one of the most exciting and satisfying in my memory. (And I am not a huge fan of violence.)

Let’s hear it for the Aussies. In a recent survey, only they listed chocolate as their favorite food, while in Mother England it finished a distant sixth. World wide, the favorites were pasta, meat and rice, while in the U.S. they were pizza, steak and chicken.

Last week I conducted my own survey to determine once and for all whether mocha malts or my wife’s tacos are number one on my list. At noon we shared an excellent Coldstone malt and for dinner Barbara served her tacos.

Four tacos later and the verdict was in – tacos, no contest.

(Your author reading Parker.)