Ann Coulter Revisited

I should have just republished this yesterday when Ann the man unleashed her latest nastiness..this was published in June, 2006...the more things change..the more they stay the same...

Ann Coulter: Political Punditry's Paris Hilton

I've spent the past several years ignoring the "one note samba" that is political commentator Ann Coulter.

For those of you who don't know, she is a self described far right wing conservative who hates liberals and just loves her some George Bush.

She's got everyone up in arms this week for attacking four women who lost their husbands in the bombing of the World Trade Centers. Coulter accuses the women of reveling in the deaths of their spouses, using their deaths for political and monetary gain.

Coulter makes these accusations while traveling the talk show circuit to promote her latest book. She also doesn't see any problem with Dubya using 9/11 for his political purpose. Or maybe she just didn't see his campaign ads when he was running for re-election. People as busy as her rarely watch TV and I doubt she's even heard of TIVO.

The reason I ignore her is that she says things to get your goat. Things like, The Emancipation Proclamation should be repealed, she said that. Now I could get ugly, question her parentage and call her all kinds of racist, bitches, but one of us has to show some class and take the high road.

She gets off on the reaction that she draws out, much like a child. She makes illogical statements that she cannot defend, pretending to debate issues. She just repeats the same stuff over and over each time louder and louder, calls names, shouts down her interviewer if he doesn't agree and moves on to another outrageous position.

She does make a lot of money as a public speaker traversing the country, but does anyone take her seriously. I mean yes she says outrageous things but the first thing noted about her in nearly every introduction that I've seen has been that she is blonde, leggy and wears micro-mini skirts. Remind you of anyone?

I hope that when she crawls up on that big stage and stands there to greet her audience in the micro-mini, that she's not wearing patent leather shoes.

We already know she lives in a glass house and it's just a matter of time before it cracks...

9/11 + 10, A Family Conversation

My family has come home for a visit and like always the central meeting point is our parent's family room in front of the television. Some old habits never die because that is where we spent most of our family time growing up, watching a consensus program. In other words it was one we could all stomach at the same time, especially since in those days, we only had one TV.

Most of the time the station played whatever dad wanted, period, and usually what dad wanted was sports.

Today was no exception. We were watching tennis, a Serbian versus a Swiss National, then a Scot versus a Spaniard. But all of us were simply passing time, waiting for Serena, no last name needed, to take the court. We didn't know it, but we had a long wait, because the men played very long, very entertaining matches, well past Serena's scheduled time of entry.

Like always, the conversation bounced around the room. We tend to think alike since we're family. However we, all of us, tend to come to the same conclusions in vastly different ways and this is what makes the conversation so much fun. Never an argument, but always different view points and, yes, times that we agree to disagree. The disagreement always signaled by someone deciding to go help Mom in the kitchen, which meant, they went upstairs to watch reruns of Perry Mason or Cannon with my mother, until they cooled off.

Mom never just sat and watched and talked with the rest of us. She was more “sniper” in her approach. In other words, she would walk to the top of the steps, test the air, launch a volley of thoughts down the stairs toward us, then suck on her teeth to let us know she was done talking and walk back into the kitchen to catch up on her show, totally unconcerned about any blow-back opinion.

Group conversation in my family has always crossed generations with no one being deemed too young or too old. If you could talk, and you had an opinion, then you spoke or jumped into the fray. The young asked questions and sometimes got several answers. It was up to them to sort it out in their/our heads, which sometimes led to off shoot conversations for clarification. Sometimes that clarification amounted to, “don't listen to that fool, he crazy.”

Next to sports, the other favorite topic is current events and politics. The generation of elders prior to this generation was Republican and the talk was exceptionally lively, back in the day. Nothing like an old Black Republican to mess up Sunday dinner. These members have since passed on to that great GOP caucus in the sky. Although I would suspect that based on the composition of today's GOP, if they were still here, my folks would have transitioned into Democrats. But that is only my supposition, based on remembered stances that they periodically took. The current elder generation is Democrat with a heavy dose of anarchist, ready, willing and able to fight, if and when the revolution comes. The conservatives at this time tend to be younger to middlin' in age.

This day was Saturday, September 10^th, 2011, and with prompting from the television, our thoughts turned to 9/11, remembering where we were when we heard or saw. For all of us the images in our mind were as clear as the day we watched the Towers fall. It never occurred to me that you could knock down a sky scrapper, and I still can't wrap my head around what I saw that day. Going around the room, the second plane into the building, the picture of the second plane frozen in the moments before it struck the tower and burst into flames, the pancake collapse of the buildings, the people falling, choosing to transition in their own way, rather than die by fire, the tears we all shed followed by tremendous anger and outrage that someone would dare attack our country.

We lost four cousins that day. All worked at the restaurant on top of the building.

That anger was palpable in the room among us. My dad, a World War II veteran, stung by the ongoing discrimination against Blacks even as they served their country. My brother in law, snatched out of college to become cannon fodder in the Vietnam war, spending his time on the USS Long Beach parked in the Gulf of Tonkin firing missiles at the Vietcong laden coast. My niece, a naval veteran who now makes her living as an air traffic controller in Texas. My nephew, recently discharged from the United States Marines, but not before being injured on his first and only tour of Iraq. Two of us lifelong, active campaigners and outspoken critics of the wars and any and all discrimination against Blacks, women and minorities, carrying scars, wounded in our individual ways, drawn together by name and an act of terror against our home.

The general consensus was that Bush should have listened to Joni Mitchell and paved a parking lot over Al Qaida's ass in Afghanistan. Never should have gone to Iraq. Should have finished what was started in Taliban country. Very supportive of President Obama, but not real happy with his continuation of Bush policies crafted in the wake of 9/11.

Another thing we all agreed on, is that America still has some unfinished business, some scores to settle, for the USS Cole, for Dar Es Alam, for Lebanon, with Iran and Saudi Arabia. We're not real happy about Israel either, We collectively need a Michael Corleone payback for past injuries suffered at the hands of those who dared to strike at us.

An unspoken consensus in the room....we were all still crying, inwardly and outwardly.

Healing is taking a very long time.

Friday Rap

9/11

8th anniversary of the attack on America. There is still a hole in the ground where the Trade Towers stood. Bush is out of office, but the war in Afghanistan is bloodier than before, even as Iraq is winding down, thanks to Obama.

Waldo, Osama and Carmen

Waldo, Osama Bin Laden and Carmen Sandiego are the only three people in the world that American spy satellites can't seem to locate. Despite a 25-million dollar bounty on his head and the fact that he has failing kidneys and is 6 feet 4 inches tall, They can't find him...

Think about it....a six foot four Arab pulling a dialysis machine through mountains...

Do we really want to find this guy? After all...America armed the Taliban in the first place...Why can't we end this American created inter squad scrimmage and come home, now?

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Michael

MJ may have been the king of pop when alive, but his family is going to make him the hardest working man in show business, since he passed. Joe's got all kinds of plans for his late, estranged son...Jermaine is in the corner scheming like always, while the other brothers run around looking lost..

The crazy one, LaToya is screaming murder and doing all the interviews...so you know there is nothing of substance being said....The MSM talks to her because they want controversy and headlines..nothing more...that's not news...

Katherine and Janet seem to be only voices of sanity, trying to keep the others from spinning totally out of control.....and those poor kids are trapped in the middle.....lost in Jackson Wonderworld..

And I don't care who gave him the injection.....Michael was an addict....He did what addicts do..had the money to get it done....and paid the consequences....

He killed himself...

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Caster Semenya

May be an intersexual...or sources allegedly close to the testing have told a couple of foreign newspapers..Today, I am questioning those reports as accurate....primarily because...of the terms that the sources are using...Hermaphrodite is not the au currant term these days....It's Intersexed..

In the meantime these “sources” say she has organs for both men and women. The sports governing group says since she didn't cheat, she may get to keep her medals, but they still have studying to do and that will take a few more weeks...

The downside is that she may never be allowed to compete again, because she is too strong to go against women, yet not man enough to go against men...

There is an upside to all of this controversy....the girl is happy with who she is...the world seems to be happy that she is happy...and that is a good thing....no one wants her stripped of her medals or hurt anymore by this mess...

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Joe Wilson

It gets better about Congressman Joe “that's a lie” Wilson....seems he is back tracking his apology saying the GOP leadership told him to say sorry....

Kind of like the kid who gets the crap beat out of him then tries to spin it by saying...”did you see me punch his fist with my face?.....I kicked his ass!”

Yeah, right..

This little piss-ant apparently has a long history of letting his mouth get his behind in trouble...seems way back when, when the world got wind of racist Strom Thurmond's black daughter...Wilson attacked the daughter....Essie Washington....as disrespecting a fine upstanding and respectable Congressman that was the segregationist Thurmond.....All Essie said to disrespect the man was....”yes, he is my father.”

Thurmond supported Essie his entire life....just kept her hidden....to keep his buddies from stripping him of his KKK membership...

Wilson, like many of his modern day fellow republicans has a problem with black-white love or sex...especially when it begets babies who may someday grow up to be president...

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Mad Dogs and Republicans Come Out in the Noon Day Sun

This week shows that the GOP has jumped off into the deep end is unsteadily stroking into deeper and deeper water. They've reached the point of no return and don't seem to realize it..

They've marginalized the sane members and embraced the lunatics...

Can total extinction be far behind?

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Queen Serena

Has her toughest match this afternoon, not Saturday night when the final will be played...She is playing Kim Clijsters today in the semis.....Kim is dangerous and has nothing to lose...Love her game...but I love Serena even more....

Go Serena!

The sisters are in the Doubles finals on Sunday...they got pushed yesterday...but got through it...that's okay....They need to be pushed in order to get better....

Go Venus! Go Serena! Go Venus! Go Serena!

Follow the Money...

Saudi Arabia's part in the 9/11 attacks...

Want to know who is in bed with whom..... or who was behind what.....follow the money trail...it always leads back to the real perpetrators.....

And from 9/12/2001, the money trail has led back to Saudi Arabia....

Read This....

All but 5 of the hijackers had Saudi passports on that fateful day...

For eight years the Bush White House was a Saudi palace home away from home for the Sheiks....

Now the Justice Department is fighting to block the publication of papers that will prove that...

We will probably never know...But maybe the conspiracy theorists are right...

9/11 was an inside job....

9/11 Looking Back

It has always been my habit to turn on the news when I get up in the morning. I’m a former television news reporter. It was my way of catching up on what may have happened overnight as a way of preparing me for what I might have to deal with when I went to work.

I was no longer a reporter on Sept 11, 2001. I had retired in 1999. But old habits die hard. I got up about 8:30am and turned on CNN as always. I didn’t have to prepare for work, but I’m still a news junkie.

The first pictures that I saw were of a hole that looked like an airplane in the side of the World Trade Center tower. I called my sister. I needed a witness to what I was seeing. She turned on her TV and while we sat there, me in Cincinnati and she in Myrtle Beach, we watched the second plane crash.

We watched all day, talking to each other, clicking out to talk to other people and finally to sit there alone, stunned. I don’t remember moving, not to walk my dogs, go to the bathroom, or to get something to eat.

I felt helpless. Despite being retired, my first reaction was to respond, to go to work, to get the story. I felt the adrenalin rush. But I couldn’t do that anymore. I was on the sidelines for the first time in a very long time. I was a spectator in a game that I had previously played very well.

One of the things I know about myself, is that it is much easier for me to stand in the middle of chaos and crisis then it is to endure it from the outside, watching. I am emotionless in the eye of the storm. My emotional collapse always comes when story ends.

When I go home and shut the door, the processing of what I’d just seen and done begins. Sometimes, I get over it quickly. Other stories stay for years and manifest as memories when I least expect them. It usually happens when I write.

9/11 is a story that has never left. I and we, as a people are still processing this one. No matter where we were at the time of the incident, we were affected.

I told myself this morning, five years later, that I would not write about 9/11. I told myself I would not watch the rehashes that will go on all day on 24 hour cable news. I told myself I would not again watch the video of the planes into the tower, even though I know that some of it was shot by one of my closest friends in the whole world. He was on a roof top all day long.

But here I sit, watching and writing, going against my instincts that tell me I should turn this off and put down this computer. I should go do something else, work in my neglected gardens, take my dogs for a walk, cut the lawn. But I can’t.

I remember at one point, still sitting there and realizing that tears were streaming down my face. I don’t remember crying, I just remember the wetness on my face.

Five years later my face is wet again. The tears have not yet dried.