Cheney v. Powell: Chicken-Hawk v. War Hero

Well, I guess the future of the Republican Party has now been forever sealed. Chicken Hawk Dick “Lord Darth Vader” Cheney says he’d rather follow pill-popping broadcaster Rush “I Hope (Obama) Fails” Limbaugh over a cliff into an abyss rather than decorated combat veteran and former Joint Chiefs chairman Colin Powell if he has to march into political battle over the future of the Republican Party.

So this, with Mr. Limbaugh’s body slam of Republican Party Chairman Michael Steele, followed by Mr. Steele’s two apologies–one just for even being born, the other for questioning the Corpulent Radio Commentator–makes the score: Rabid-Nutty-Right-Wing Republicans 2 vs. Black Republicans -2 (would be Zero except for the apologia).

“If I had to choose in terms of being a Republican, I’d go with Rush Limbaugh. My take on it was Colin had already left the party. I didn’t know he was still a Republican,” Shoot-Friend-in-the-Face-on-Friendly-Hunting-Trip; Tell-Pat-Leahy-to-go-F***-Yourself-on-the-Senate-Floor Darth said, when asked about the verbal fisticuffs between the “Brown Bomber” and the “Pillsbury Dough Boy” on CBS’s “Face The Nation.”

Mr. Powell–secretary of state under President George W. (for Worst in History) Bush and the nation’s top soldier under his father, President George H.W. Bush–endorsed Democrat Barack Obama for president last year. Nonetheless, since the election he has described himself as a Republican and a right-of-center conservative, though “not as right as others would like.”

Mr. Powell’s remarks seem more “correct” than they are purely “right.”

Newspaper busting: revenge of the Corporate Suits

Back in the 1980s, the un-patriotic corporate titans who are possessed–in the words of The Last Poets–with a “god complex,” taught the rest of us a thing or two by shipping millions of jobs overseas in order to improve their companies’ bottom lines, to win the confidence of shareholders, and of course to justify enormous executive compensation packages for the officers and members of the boards of directors. It was the private industry version of Ronald Reagan vs. the Air Traffic Controllers Union.

At the same time, as a matter of patriotic pride, they told us to “buy American,” but by all means, to buy, buy, buy. We took them at their word.

Since the dot-com bubble has burst; the mortgage industry bubble has burst; the banking bubble has burst; the automobile manufacturing industry has burst; the insurance industry bubble has burst; those same scoundrels are now taking billions in corporate “welfare” from the government, while at the same time pointing their fingers at Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Public, calling them “losers,” who tried to scam the innocent lenders into selling them homes and other products–the erstwhile “American Dream”–which they (the consumers) could never afford in the first place. Bad borrowers.

Now, the Corporate Suits have a new fall-guy–the newspaper industry. Papers, they say, are no longer effective media for selling local retail products. Baloney, I say!

Just yesterday, I received in the mail a catalogue that weighs 1.5 pounds! That’s a lot of paper. Clearly, someone believes that printed advertising is still effective. I know, there’s blogs, and You Tube, and podcasts, and Facebook, and Twitter, all dumbing-down the population, but messages–including advertisements–can still (and will in the future) be successfully delivered on paper, they just won’t have those heavy editorials along with them. That’s because there will be no more editorialists…I mean journalists.

That’s right, no more investigative reporting. No more exposés. And while we’re at it: “Let this be a lesson to you meddlesome journalism guilds, and craft unions!”

Revenge of the Corporate Suits: that’s what’s really behind the massive layoffs in the newspaper industry.

A Justice like Thurgood Marshall

Now that Justice David Souter has announced his retirement from the Supreme Court, I’ve been thinking about the retirement announcement 18-years ago, of Justice Thurgood Marshall. He was salty, and he took no prisoners that day. Me, the “Race Man” in attendance, I was a little put-off by his brusque, almost bitter comments about race.

“My dad told me way back that you can’t use race,” Justice Marshall snapped when pressed as to whether or not his successor should be Black. “For example, there’s no difference between a white snake and a black snake. They’ll both bite. So I don’t want to use race as an excuse.” Ouch. Continue reading

Judging the judges, ‘Supreme’ and ordinary

I have never knowingly been inside the home of a judge.

Not for 50 years, since Lisa Griffith–the daughter of Judge Griffith–and I graduated from John Muir Jr. High School in Los Angeles and I quit my L.A. Herald Express paper route where I delivered to their home, have I even known where a judge lives. But that’s fine with me.

I have however, been kicked out of some pretty fancy parties, and been in some very distinguished homes.

Of course I went in and out of the White House for 30 years. I’ve been in a number of presidential palaces–in South Africa, Nigeria, Mali, Syria, and the United Arab Emirates, among others. I’ve been to the Kabah in the Holy City, Mecca. I’ve been (more than once) in the Dessert Tent-homes of Libyan Leader Muammar Qaddafi. On numerous occasions I’ve visited the homes of the Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad, and the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan. I’ve been personally acquainted with a couple of “Old Money” Millionaires, and have visited their homes. I was a guest in the home of an heir to the South African gold miner who inspired the movie character “Goldfinger.” And I rubbed shoulders with Michael Jackson at Neverland, but I’ve never knowingly been inside the home of a judge. Continue reading