Category Archives: meanderings
Things in the newspaper industry have been pretty dismal the last few years, but I think I have figured out how to solve our woes: Elect Barack Obama more often.
Newspapers all over the country are reporting how long the lines were/have been/are today, how early they sold out, and how many additional press runs were ordered. I haven’t seen anything yet, but I’m curious to see what our circulation was. Early reports said they were “flying off the shelves.”
I am posting this here for one reason: I was unable to find anything about it online, so I called Charles Stanley’s organization, In Touch Ministries, and was told that it was not written by Charles Stanley and that it was “totally false” to claim that he had written it. Hopefully by putting it here, if anyone else searches for it, they will find what they are looking for. If anyone from the internets comes across this and wants to verify it for themselves, the number for In Touch is 1-800-789-1473.
Anyone who has spent any time on the campus of Anderson University (except in the dead of winter) knows that these would certainly come in handy.
We probably watch more tv than we should (thank you, tivo, for making me feel so gol-durned efficient while doing so!), and as the boys get older I have to be aware of what’s on when they’re around.
I was reminded of this the other night when Peanut was playing with his cars and as one was driving away from the other, he yelled, “Get back here, you b****!”
We had a talk.
The Wise One and I got another of these Let’s-Spread-Total-Lies-About-Obama emails today:
Date: September 5, 2008 11:03:11 PM PDT
Subject: How do you attract 200,000 Germans?
Go figure, huh?
As Paul Harvey would say, ‘Here’s The Rest of the Story.’
There is something the American News Media seem to have left out.
How do you attract 200,000 Germans to an American presidential candidate’s campaign rally in Berlin?
A. With the charisma and reputation of the presidential candidate?
B. With a compelling political message?
C. With lots of advance advertising?
D.With the top two rock bands in Germany giving a free concert with the American candidate coming out for a short speech between the bands?
‘D’ of course. With the American media following and fawning over Obama, they failed to mention his Berlin speech was not why the crowds were really there. More than 95% of those attending didn’t understand English, and could care less about Obama or American politics. They came to see a free concert with the German equivalents of Willy Nelson and Madonna headlining.
Obama’s unwelcome and boring interruption – giving a political speech in a foreign language between the acts – resulted in the crowd giving lame applause a couple of times. Obama didn’t care about the crowd either. His speech was really for the American media and the crowd was a backdrop for the photo ops. The American media bit on it hook line and sinker and just sorta, kinda, forgot to mention it was the rock bands that really drew the crowds.
Another fact the media missed: When the French saw the 200,000 Germans, they surrendered again!
On another note. Someone did the math on Obama the Senator. He has only been a Senator for 18 months. But with all the recesses, four day weekends, campaigning and absences, Obama has only spent about six weeks of workdays on the Senate floor as one of the most junior Senators. Most of his votes, about 80% when he was not absent, have been ‘present’ or ‘abstain’. He also chairs a committee that has never met because the chairman has never called a meeting. As a trial lawyer he only tried 14 cases in court – and minor ones at that. As a ‘community organizer’ his major cause was getting the asbestos out of a housing project. After two years of trying, the asbestos was still there when he left and is still there even now that he is a Senator and presumably has some pull to get things done.
That’s it. His entire real world work resume. Six weeks work in the Senate with nothing to show for it. Two years as a lawyer and only 14 minor trials. And two years as a ‘community organizer’ with nothing accomplished.
As we discussed the email and I started to look up some of the “facts,” she started talking about how passing this kind of information along is gossip: “You’re talking about people, and this kind of thing would never be acceptable if we were talking about people we knew. You’d never say this face-to-face; to a Christian, it’s just plain wrong. But it makes it ok if we do it by email?”
The following is the response we sent to the person who sent it to us and a few other relatives:
Wait. That title doesn’t sound right. Let me explain.
Right off my exit from the Alaskan Way Viaduct in Seattle is an area where migrant workers gather in hopes of being picked up for day jobs. It must be a pretty good gig, because in the mornings the area’s always packed with day laborers.
This morning I saw something new. The Art of Getting Your Attention has grown over the last few years to include having people stand outside your place of business with a sign and wave it around with varying degrees of enthusiasm. It may be a good idea when your furniture store is really going out of business this time, but I still question the effectiveness of having someone stand out in front of your tax filing office in April dressed as the Statue of Liberty.
But I digress.
This morning, as I was coming off the exit ramp, I noticed a man standing off to the left, wearing a flannel shirt, a tool belt, jeans, and a baseball cap. As I sat waiting for the light ahead to change, he extended his tape measure about six feet, then kind of waved it half-heartedly, kicked one leg up to about waist level, and then turned himself around (that’s what it’s all about. dun. dun.), his tape measure hanging flaccid and dragging on the ground following his movement. The Rockettes it was not.
It was an odd sight, but at least he’s trying a little bit harder than many of the guys there. If I had the cruelty to actually follow through with some of the disturbing thoughts my little brain comes up with, I suppose it would be interesting to slow down a little and see how many people come running toward your car. On those occasions when you do see someone pull over, you’d swear it was either a)the ice cream man; or b)Paris Hilton and that wrinkly white-haired guy in the same car, and these guys were the cameraless paparazzi.
My friend Chad Canipe (. . . moment of silence . . .) used to pretend he was yelling out his window as we drove through, “Anyone here type 70 words a minute?”