Stuff Happens

Kids in schools get killed by crazy young men with arsenals in their attics. Every other month. Stuff happens. Right, Jeb!? Hospital gets crushed in the fog of war. Stuff happens. Right, McCain? C’mon. Let’s bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb Iran. Why not Syria, too? Stuff will happen. But, whatever.

Sometimes good stuff happens. Congrats to mAdBen. OgilvyOne New York/ Aetna won an ECHO Award in Boston last night for The 11 Initiative. 


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Presidential Candidates parade. Charles Blow on Jebetude. Speaker ineptitude. Peggy Noonan says Kevin McCarthy may have the ambition, but not the brains for the job. Journalistic nepotism. Byline in NYTimes about Hurricane Joaquin. Tatiana Schlossberg and Noah Remnick. Hockey. Baseball. Football. Seasons collude. Mets clinch. Yankees squeeze in. World Series slides into November. Pumpkin fest. Again. It’s not Halloween. Yet. Bon weekend.

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Shooter. School. Death count. Injured rate. Motive? Who cares? Guns. Votive Candles. Teddy Bears. Balloons. Funerals. Obama says it has become routine. We’ve become numb to this. Guns.

Until America loves its children more than its guns… Nothing Will Change.

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Petulant Adolescent Presidents

Great NY Times Magazine piece on El Trumpo. Mark Leibovich accompanied Donald on his private jet to various campaign venues. He confirms that between gigs Donald watches himself on every channel and tweets after dark like a frenzied teen. Nevertheless, he entertains crowds and disrupts old political ways.

Meanwhile, Russia’s Vlad swaggers through his gold-gilded doors with similar narcissism and bombast. He will fight ISIS in Syria. So, let him. As Donald says, why not? Do we want to send our kids there to fight? Let Putin do it.

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Lost in Translation

Yogi Berra. Junipero Serra. Yankees. Mets. Putin. Trump. Mickey. Terry. So. When you come to a fork in the road take it.

Final Papal thought. He met with sex abuse victims. Ray. Bunchy. Unless you speak Spanish, you missed most of what Pope Francis really said. Idioms, off-script quips, dropped by abysmal and sanitized translations. Duplicated voiceovers. His passionate literary Argentine soul was totally lost. Che.

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After Glow

Okay. I’ve been resurrected from my Pope Francis stupor. Reality has set in. Yes. There were lots of men in dresses with purple sashes. And nuns serving as sister wives. I get it. It’s an anachronistic patriarchal cult. Anchor-pundits tried to narrate about what they had no clue, then were more swept away day by day. Even as a long lapsed Catholic, I still love the guy.

Then. Central Park Festival dovetails with Papal message. Bey. Ond. Say. First Lady Michelle. Bono. Malala. Back to Seattle’s Pearl Jam. Whoa. Tomorrow season finale of Ray Donovan. Best show.

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Oh Da Joy

Don’t remember smiling as much as in the past couple of days. Papa Francesco. President Obama giddy in his presence. John Boehner stepped down in emotional tears of relief. In one day, U.S. Government turned on its head. Standing O and Mo Rocca at MSG Mass. Harlem school kids taking selfies as they chanted and sang. Multi-religious cultural core of Pope’s message.

Teacher, too. I’d never heard of Dorothy Day nor Thomas Merton. Until he included them with American icons Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King. Now I’ve learned who they are. Evoked the gaucho epic poem Martín Fierro at the U.N. Hadn’t read that since Spanish major in college. The quintessential forefather of Pampas Pastor Bergoglio. Inspirational interlude. Grazie Papa.

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