Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Political Rhetoric de jour: Blame Game

Definition: When someone tries to hold you accountable for your actions, or lack there of for that matter, use this term as a copout. Even though you were responsible for hundreds of people dying (post-Katrina) because of your incompetence, pull out the political card and say that the finger pointing is all politically motivated and that there is no need for the silly blame game.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

"Rockstaaa" (<--- add Aussie accent) INXS

Rockstar INXS has been a disaster for CBS. Maybe karma came around for the band as they are truly, in every sense of the word, capitalizing on their former lead singer commiting suicide. I actually somewhat enjoy the show because I love some of the rock classic songs that are sung on the show. No doubt some of the "rockers" (as Brooke Burke says) have great voices and are enjoyable to watch. But once their performances are over, the butt kissing begins and I cringe. First off, I can't even really remember an INXS song, maybe one from the eighties. Most of the performers are my age so I am pretty sure they don't know the INXS songs. I think they are all frontin' that they "love the band" because just looking at the band...well, they look like, what they really are....a washed-up couple-hit wonder 80's band who are all in their 50's. And all these musicians are struggling, caught the reality TV bug and just would like the noteriety of being on TV. It is just so cheeseball listining to Brooke Burke talk about the rockers and when INXS cuts the rockers they say "You're just not right for our band INXS". It's like they are trying to brainwash us. INXS, INXS, INXS. One reason I know that most of these "rockers" are kissing so much a** it is that they are changing their style of performance according to what the band has to say. For instance "the rocker" Marty likes to scream and gets this possessed look on his face when he sings. The band clearly doesn't like it and lets him know. And he comprimises his style to the bands liking. Being somewhat of a musicican (yes, I write music too) I would never stop being myself in my vocals or my perfomances for some washed-up band. I would say take it or leave it. This is me and this is how I sing. That is how I know these guys are making it a little too obvious they are kissing INXS butt.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Under God

My feelings on the recent ruling that the words "under God" in the Pledge of Allegiance are thoroughly ambivalent. I do believe the words "under God" contradicts, or to the extreme, violates the separation of church and state, but I don't believe that it is really that big of a deal. When I was a kid putting my hand over my heart while picking at my undies with the other while going through the routine of saying the Pledge, I really had no idea what I was saying, let alone what it meant. So who cares! It is not worth firing up the evangelicals and the oh-so holy Fox news nuts. These obnoxious few people that are trying to ban the words "under God" from the Pledge need to get a life and frankly, get over it. Word.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Got Trump Water?

Well, it's funny how insignificant the Natalee Holloway story became to the cable news directors when a national catastrophe took place. I guess they really didn't care about Natalee, only the ratings she produced. And my last blog kind of relates to this post-Katrina blog. In the last blog I spoke of the media saturating a missing person's story only when it involves a waspy, rich, overcrowded type specimen. I guess the govenrment followed that lead as thousands of poor African-American citizens were shunned by our govenment possibly because of their race and socioeconomic status. This time it was the media covering the African American citizens and how our government failed them and left them out to suffer and die. If you disagree with my analysis just think if some disaster took place in the Hamptons, I am sure Donald Trump would be dropping his "Trump" water bottles from his gold-plated helicopter to Paris, Tinkerbell and Oprah. Wow, what a photo-op that would be for the Trumpster.