I met my father when I was 20 years old. That sounds odd since he was there guiding and nurturing me practically every day of my life since I was born. When I say I met him really I mean I first started to understand him beyond the typical father-son relationship.
Why is it politicians never realize they’re doing something wrong until they get caught? Recently exposed New York Democrat Representative Anthony Weiner is only the latest example. Here’s a recently married guy, who by all accounts I’ve seen is fairly social media savvy, sending pictures of his penis out to women all over the country. His flirtatious internet interactions with women he’s not married to are beyond stupid. He has to know the chances of a tweet or an email or Facebook message being misdirected are great. I learned that lesson years ago. Remind me to tell you the story of my sending a Not Safe For Moms (NSFM) email to my mother. It was not pretty.
DJ Ipod and I frequently go on random journeys through my pretty extensive hip hop collection. Once when his battery died and I made the colossal mistake of listening to the radio and was reminded of what’s passing for rap these days. At the risk of sounding like the crotchety old man that I’ve long been accused of being, I just don’t enjoy rap music like I used to. Actually I’ve felt this way for a while; the love affair between me and rap has been over for a long time.
I had planned to write something entirely different this week but then it happened. “It” is of course the death of Osama Bin Laden. Since then I’ve been completely obsessed with the story. I just couldn’t write about anything else.
Barack Obama finally took the completely unnecessary and pointless step of releasing his birth certificate. It’s now proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that President Obama is, in fact, a US citizen. Yep, cancel the impeachment hearings, he’s really our president. The next step is to find out what the next rationale the lunatic fringe will use to try to delegitimize the president.