Tag: 2018

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Blush Off Rose

After reading all of the gushing articles about how Meghan Markle made America feel good again, time to return to reality. Despite the beautiful choir rendition of Stand By Me and the rousing sermon by the Chicago bishop, invoking MLK. Gotta say. Meghan wore a veil over her face. When Harry lifted it she gave herself over to his royal family structure. She had to leave her career as an actress and her country to become a British subject. Okay a Duchess. But still. She curtsied to her new boss, the Queen.

Meghan is no longer an independent American woman.

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White Wolfe

Author Tom Wolfe. His books stand the test of time. No one ever coined cultures better. Social x-rays. Limousine liberals. Radical chic. The ME generation. University athletics as centers of corruption. Astronauts as heroes of a generation. Wolfe’s white suits and literary legacy live on.

I Am Charlotte Simmons. Bonfire of the Vanities. The Right Stuff. Back to Blood. All-time favorites on the Book-Treks shelf.

It seems that Tom’s first job in journalism was as a reporter at The Springfield Union, in Springfield, Massachusetts.

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Crowd Went Wild

Fox1 Sports’ The Crowd Goes Wild from a few years ago at Chelsea Piers studio. Today, Regis Philbin at 86 the former Playboy mansion and Mar-A-Lago hangout bff of “The Trumpster” as he called him, is low profile in L.A. Journalist Jason Gay still has a great sports column in the Wall Street Journal. Trevor Pryce. Don’t know. Michael Kosta is killing it with Trevor Noah on Comedy Central’s Daily Show. Georgie Thompson married Sir Ben Ainslie, UK olympic sailing champ, and had a baby girl. Katie Nolan went to ESPN and is making seven figures there.

Miss them together on that show.

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Media Finally Woke

Some in the media got a clue. Michelle Wolf’s outrageous yet often apt comedic rant rang true. Three op-eds in the NYTimes today discuss the media’s Trump obsession and overreach which give him a constant stage and control of his agenda. Dowd. Douthat. Kristof. Well done. Stormy on SNL. That’s funny. Right place and time. Not on CNN and MSNBC all day.

Derby fire soundly doused. As was the track. Tiger still in play on the course at Quail Hollow. Phippy carded a 64 yesterday.

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A Season in Limbo

Dominick Dunne’s 1993 best-selling novel, A Season in Purgatory. Anatomy of the murder of young Martha Moxley in the exclusive enclave of Greenwich, Connecticut in 1975. Bludgeoned by a golf club one night after a country club dance, Martha was left dead or dying in nearby woods. Steps from her home. Ethel Kennedy’s cousin Michael Skakel the presumed culprit. Cover-ups and obfuscation ensued. The wealthy wagons circled. In 2002, thanks to Dunne’s research, Michael was convicted and sentenced to 20 years. He served 11 before he won an appeal for having been incompetently represented. Today the case was vacated.

Dominick is rolling over in his grave. The Moxley’s live in a forever limbo.

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Korea Konnection

Leaders of North and South Korea came together for the first time since the 1950’s. And yet. Only BBC is covering it. American cable news is much more interested in the prurient narrative of the day. Stormy. Comey. Okay. CNN has broken-in from its pedantic pundit panel to throw it to Christiane Amanpour.

Photos of Mike Pompeo at his Easter weekend meeting with Kim Jong Un have barely been broadcast. Kanye dominates the discourse. Priorities anyone?

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Terrible’s

Road trip through the Great American South West. Summer of 2002. Grand Canyon. Sedona. Troon North. Scottsdale. Las Vegas. All the usual stops. But. True destination was Pahrump, Nevada. To find Art Bell. His double-wide. Where he broadcasted his overnight radio show. UFO’s. Militias. Ghosts. Witches. Crop Circles. Chem-trails. An insomniac’s aphrodisiac.

Arrived in Pahrump after a ridiculously long drive from Las Vegas. Every saloon, casino, convenience store, gas station had the same name. Terrible’s. We went to each one asking customers and management alike if they knew where Art Bell lived. They all gave us a disinterested or ignorant fake-shake of the head. Some provided directions. Which were all different. So. We drove around a while and finally gave up.

Godspeed Art. Midnights in the Desert will never be the same. Apologies to Crystal Gayle.

Speaking of terrible. Crying Comey makes Trump look like an adult.

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Despicable He

Comey? Criticized by both sides of the aisle. Salacious self-serving book. Okay. He was canned ignominiously by the Kakistocratic Capo. Of course. He. The always despicable petulant adolescent President. Now in a sandbox fight with taunts and tweets right out of the elementary school playground. Assad? Genocidal autocrat. Putin? Comrade.

Makes you want to take the weekend off. Will do.

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Un “Friended”

Un “friended” Mark Zuckerberg today. Deactivated Facebook page. Who knows what that even means? Data is out there. Can’t put private info back in a box. Yes. A purely symbolic gesture. Sure my 10 “friends” will be devastated.

There are so many other platforms where personal data is monetized as well. It’s called business. And now. They’ve become vital for companies to grow. For job recruitment. For charitable and political communities to mobilize. For families and real friends to connect. Unfortunately ISIS and Neo-Nazis use them the same way.

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Under My Thumb

Hillary says women who voted for Trump were under their husband’s or male partner’s thumb. Value all women! Nope. Feminism for some. Sandra Bernhard agrees. Republican or even Independent women don’t have minds of their own. So woke. On the flip side, Pulse night club shooter’s wife was acquitted because she was seen to be cluelessly under her husband’s influence. Geraldo Rivera says he didn’t vote for his Celebrity Apprentice friend The Donald because his wife swayed him. But. Hey. Not everyone caves.

Never apologies to the Stones.