Friday, July 31, 2009

Beer Summit

How utterly MANLY...let's get together and discuss this over a couple of beers and throw in a few nuts and there you have it...history...the first BEER SUMMIT. I'm so proud to be an American. And, from what I can tell, nothing was gained except a photo op. Hmmmmm...I wonder who picked up the tab for the airfare, hotels and...even the beer and nuts? I'm pretty sure it was you and me and we weren't even invited - except of course by the press and media through the TV that is what keeps us all "informed" these days. Thank you everyone!

What a waste of time and energy. From what I've read and heard (and remember you can't believe everything you read OR hear these days - thank you media) Mr. Crowley was doing his job the day he responded to a 911 call. When an officer responds to a reported possible break-in does he typically say "excuse me sir, but do you live here because we got a phone call that someone was breaking into this house"...I think not, because if it were a break-in, his chances of being a sidewalk chalk outline might increase a thousand-fold.

And, I can guarantee you, that if an officer stopped me and I was trying to get into my own home, I would definitely talk to him with a little respect and trepidation until I establish who I am...afer all, HE HAS A GUN, he's authorized to use it, he doesn't know me, HE'S THE LAW. But, hey, that's just me I guess. And, I certainly wouldn't begin a diatribe with the officer once he established who I am. That's surely not necessary.

I think the race factor became an issue because someone (don't really know who - thank you media) made it a factor. Or maybe it was Mr. Gates actions - actions do speak louder than words and maybe this is where the words began.

And, Mr. Obama, sir, Mr. President...how is it you have so much time on your hands to coddle this situation? Interesting to me...just because you know someone doesn't mean they always act with the demeanor you think they possess.

My opinion - Beer Summits are for backyard barbecues with your friends and family where you can also agree to disagree without the high price tag to the rest of the country. LOTS OF MONEY WAS DROPPED FOR THIS BEER SUMMIT, FROM THE WHITE HOUSE TO THE MEDIA SPECTACLE.

Our tax dollars at work...thank you media and Mr. President.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Michael Jackson - another Sad Story

While they (the media) make you feel like "all the world is mourning" Michael Jackson's passing...are they really getting the story straight or are they just doing their same old brain-washing that they always do.

Caution - the old saying "believe half of what you see and none of what you hear" holds true.

I grew up when Michael was part of the Jackson Five and enjoyed his music tremendously as a young person. No doubt he was talented - but as it seems to go in the entertainment industry - those who are elevated to a position of notoriety don't do well in the long stretch of life. Peculiarities surface somewhere on the road to maturity that are part of a damaged psyche. These damaged people don't get the help they need because they are surrounded by people with the same damage - they refuse or can't seem to see it. It escalates into eccentricities that are "forgiven" because they are so TALENTED and LOVED.

I've heard that Michael said he never felt loved...and he was absolutely right in feeling this way. I believe he wasn't loved. Those who love you try to help you, try to counsel you. Michael didn't receive love because those around him were reaping the benefits of his notoriety. And, when he started to "sleep with boys" because "it's the most loving thing you can do - to share your bed"...NO ONE STEPPED IN! No one whisked him away to a therapist or to a clinic for evaluation - NO ONE.

Michael's inner child was screaming for someone to help him and NO ONE had the courage or care to come forward and get him help.

How sad...we've watched many stars go down a road to self-destruction because of the lofty pedestals we place them on. Elvis was 42 - 42 for crying out loud...and died a self-destructive death as did Michael Jackson, as have others.

The mental reasoning that "I can escape anything" comes with the sad realization that the thing you can't escape is death when the road is set before you and you can't recognize the path you're on.

To all the stars that think they are indestructible and invincible and can't be touched by anyone or anything - DEATH knows no boundaries and you will pay the price - in your personal lives or in death.

If you take anything from this man's death, it should be that fame and fortune can lead you down a road of no return and in the end your real legacy may be just another sad story.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Blackberries are for eating...

Have you ever noticed how many people talk on their phones incessantly? On the bus, at parties, walking down the street, driving?

It's amazing to me, but it also makes me wonder if they realize how lonely they appear to be. There are people all around and they need to talk on their phones. How many times have they missed out on the opportunity to talk to a person right there in their presence.

Another reason that people may feel they need to be SEEN talking on their phones is self-esteem...LOW self-esteem. In order to feel important, they talk on their phones, LOUD, AND IN CROWDED SITUATIONS OR PUBLIC AREAS. This, to me, is the saddest reflection of loneliness and low self-esteem. And, the most annoying. I waver between wanting to tell this person that they are not alone in the world...we (John Q Public) are here - we'll talk to them...really...just give us a try...to WILL YOU JUST GET A PHONEBOOTH!!! No one wants to hear your latest deal or that you're breaking up with your boyfriend or that you grandmother has cut you out of the will...these are conversations that I've actually heard while riding A BUS!!!

GET OVER YOURSELF...there are other people in the world. They don't want to hear your conversations, or be left out of your conversations in some instances. I would just once, love to walk up to someone screaming into their phone and start screaming in conversation with them and the person on the other end of the phone. WHAT? I am part of your conversation because you are forcing me to listen to you so why can't I join in? Oh...it's none of my business...well then S-H-U-T U-P or get a phonebooth!