Joe The Bummer

In the 1998 film, "Bulworth," Warren Beatty plays a U.S. senator who decides during a re-election campaign to start speaking the truth, rather than regurgitating the usual diet of predictable, political pablum.

Which further recalls that old saying: "In Washington, a gaffe is when someone tells the truth."

All of which makes me think of the U.S. senator who is perhaps our generation's most despicably unprincipled hack.

No, not Pennsylvania's Arlen Specter, though he would certainly be in the running.

My vote goes to Joe Lieberman, independent of Connecticut.

Lately, Lieberman has made many Democrats (his former party) foam at the mouth as he has publicly relished his role as a potential spoiler on the fate of healthcare reform. Lieberman's biggest problem with the bill? The potential inclusion of a public option. And its potential (though not according to the Congressional Budget Office) impact on the federal deficit.

Now, this is a man (Lieberman) who for the better part of the past decade, has had no problem signing off on two wars that may ultimately top $2-trillion and have been funded entirely with borrowed money. (In other words, literally every dollar has increased the deficit.) In voting to pass George W. Bush's Prescription Drug Bill, he again had no problem supporting legislation that had no funding, and directly and immediately piled onto the ballooning deficit.

But now, in flailing about for a rationale du jour (he has changed rationales almost daily) with which to oppose his former party's historic healthcare bill, Liberman seems to have settled mostly with the argument that it would simply be "immoral" to pass legislation that would burden the nation with more debt.

Question: Why does Joe Lieberman tend to look brown in most photos?
Answer: Because he's so full of shit.

And why bring up "Bulworth?"

Because once, just once, it would be refreshing--and for Lieberman, actually redeeming--to just be honest. Just come right out and say, "Look, folks--in case you haven't noticed, my home state, Connecticut, and Hartford, in particular, is home to many of the world's largest insurance companies. And in case you haven't noticed, they are flat-out opposed to any kind of government-sponsored competition coming in the form of a public option in healthcare reform. And they are not only some of my most important constituents, but they also give me an enormous amount of campaign contributions. And you wonder why I am opposed to passing this bill as written?"

And with that, I would say, "Know what? Joe Lieberman is still an obnoxious, opportunistic, ego-addled asshole. But at least for once he's being honest about his asshole-ness."

If only.

OMG: My Kids Watched Obama!

This evening, our family watched Barack Obama's speech to the nation's students. We watched it online, in the evening, well after it had been delivered live.

You can't be too careful.

How do I know that the President might not slip in some subliminal sleight of hand and my kids end up walking in their sleep, hands outstretched, intoning, "Ob-a-ma, Ob-a-ma," like something out of "Dawn of the Living Dead?"

It could happen.

Clearly that's what worried some parents in Texas and elsewhere, where kids were kept at home so as to not to fall prey to the whole "Invasion of the Barack Body Snatchers" thing.

While viewing the speech, my four-year-old daughter did nod off, but she was headed that way as we prepared to watch, so I don't think any POTUS code caused her to fall asleep, the better and more quickly to dream of devoting herself to the Supreme Leader. Her six-year-old sister stayed pretty much right with the speech throughout, though.

They know who the President is.
But they really like his daughters, Sasha and Malia.

Now it's an hour later, and it is quiet and normal here in the house.
No bad dreams or socialist propaganda-inspired nightmares.

And I wouldn't say Obama can depend on these two young citizens to buy into any cult of personality. Not with that speech. I mean, talking about personal responsibility, staying in school, doing your homework and following your dreams is all perfectly good.

But creating a cult of personality with my two voters-of-the-future?
Please. Not without some serious talk about toys, candy, and Disney.

I mean, otherwise it's all just so, well, educational.

Teddy K. Is Not Walking Through That Door...

In 2001, then-Boston Celtics Head Coach Rick Pitino, in a fit of season-in-the-toilet-fueled frusration, went off on an infamous post-game rant:

"Larry Bird is not walking through that door, fans. Kevin McHale is not walking through that door, and Robert Parish isn't walking through that door."

The (now disgraced) former coach's point?
The glory days are over, pal; the Gods have gone, and we've got what we got.
(Rick Fox and Vitaly Potapenko, alas, never made anyone forget about Bob Cousy or Bill Russell.)

Pitino was a putz.
But his whiny meltdown (he also said the city's negativity "sucks") about the princely past versus the puny present suddenly has an eerie echo.

In the wake of Ted Kennedy's death, and the vanishing of the Lion's long shadow from Massachusetts politics, we are faced with the sobering realization that the next Senator from the Commonwealth will be someone much, much....well, smaller. In stature, influence, hagiography, everything.

And while there may even be another (Joe) Kennedy walking through that door, it will hardly be the same. Not with the potential lightweights and nitwits lining up and eyeing the ballot.

State Sen. Scott Brown (R-Wrentham)?
Can you say "Vitaly Potapenko?"

Who's The Clown?

Sen. James Inhofe (R-Oklahoma) has given perhaps the pissiest welcome to an incoming colleague since just after the 2000 elections, when then-Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott (R-Miss.) wished that lightning might strike, and thus spare thim from having to sit -- even across an aisle -- from "this Hillary," as Lott so derisively put it.

Senate collegiality, my ass.
And by the way, Senators from Mississippi and Oklahoma -- whatever happened to all that supposed southern hospitality, anyway?

But now Inhofe has made inroads into Lott's heretofore first-place, all-time, (You're not) "Welcome to the U.S. Senate" diss.

Speaking of the senate's soon-to-be newest member, Al Franken (D-MN), Inhofe said, "We are going to get the clown from Minnesota."
Nice.

This from a man (Inhofe) who has called global warming a "hoax."
Who has compared the Environmental Protection Agency to the Gestapo.
(He also compared the agency's head at the time, Carol Browner, to the infamous Japanese spy, Tokyo Rose.)
He is one of only a tiny handful of senators to oppose lowering interest rates for student loans, thus making college more accessible and affordable for millions of students.

I could go on, but you get the drift.
This is a man who puts the "whacky" in "Right Wing Whack Job."

Franken is indeed a very funny man at times. Always has been.
Inhofe isn't trying to be funny.
On the other hand, when you think of this man making policy federal policy for the rest of us, it's hard to know whether to laugh or cry.

Classy Justice

The Donald has ruled.

Because he owns the Miss USA Beauty Pageant, Donald Trump got to give the last word on whether or not recent runner-up--Miss California, Carrie Prejean--could retain that title. Not only had nude photos of Prejean surfaced (a violation of contest rules), she also had caught criticism for her anti-gay marriage stance in response to a questions at the competition itself.

"It's the same answer the President of the United States gave," said Trump, in defending Prejean.
Did I miss Obama in Atlantic City?

I think Obama may be missing a very outside-the-box pick for the Supreme Court, though.
Justice Trump.
I can see it now......

"I've switched to this dark royal blue robe with my own personal monogram, from my own clothing line.
It's much classier, don't you think?"

Just Another Julio Come Lately

Julio Lugo is to the Red Sox what Arlen Specter is to the Democrats.
He is not homegrown (Lugo came up with Tampa Bay, then played for the Dodgers), has spent considerable time on the DL, and is highly suspect in clutch situations.

Do you love having him on your team? Ask James Carville or Howard Dean.
Or Anita Hill, for that matter. (About Specter, not Lugo.)

Ask me about Lugo.
No.

Moved By American Spirit* (* The Cigarette)

I don't smoke cigarettes. (Although I do keep a pack in my glove compartment that sits and gets stale there for months at a time; sometimes gum in bumper to bumper traffic just doesn't do the trick.)

If I did smoke, though, I wonder if I would be attracted to American Spirit cigs.
After all, I care somewhat about what I put in my body (somewhat) and come to find out, American Spirit are the only cigarettes "made with 100% certified organic tobacco." Not only that, their tobacco fields, they claim, are "free of
prohibited chemicals for at least three years before the crop is planted."

Now, I don't know crap about farming or making cigarettes, but I would have to say, if I was going to take up smoking, and I cared about being healthy -- I mean, other than fucking up my lungs -- American Spirit would have to be the butt for me.

100% certified organic.
Now that's the healthy choice.