Yankees Surviving Losses That Would Destroy Other Teams


In an earlier post, I noted how on August 25th 2001 the Red Sox lost an excruciatingly painful 18-inning game in Arlington, Texas. That game signalled the unofficial end of the 2001 Red Sox. For the rest of the season, they were an embarrassing bunch of losers, who somehow managed to look like the biggest assholes in sports during a supposed time of national mourning. It was ugly.

While the Yankees have had embarrassments and a long era of losing (1984-1994). Their recent season downfalls have been rather quick, and at the very end of their season. In the last decade, there just doesn't seem to have been an ugly, regular season game we can point to and say that the Yankees were unofficially "done" for that year.

Just take these recent examples.

September 3rd, 2004. The Yankees lose a close one to Baltimore 3-1. Their AL East lead over the Red Sox shrinks to 2.5 games. Pitcher Kevin Brown throws a tantrum and breaks his left (non-pitching) hand when he punches the dugout wall. That should have signaled that the Yankees were not going to win the AL east that year. But they did anyway.

June 23rd, 2007. The Yankees lose a game that is almost as painful as the Sox loss in Texas in 2004. They lose in San Francisco, to a soft Giants team, 6-5 in 13 innings. The Yankees use 7 pitchers, including Roger Clemens who pitched in relief. They ware humbled. They looked finished. But they weren't.

And now we have August 24th 2007. Apparently it is not a day that will live in infamy. We know better now, right? Mediocre Yankee reliever, Sean Henn, was one strike away from getting out of a bottom of the 11th inning jam. But Carlos Guillen hit a 3-run, game-winning home run in dramatic fashion. Oh, and it happened at 03:30, local time Saturday. This is because the game was delayed 4 hours by rain. Amazingly, the officials decided to start the game at 11pm, rather than schedule a doubleheader for Saturday. Usually, when the Yankees are playing, they are treated well by the league. But even I have to say the Yankees were not treated well last night. They were forced to play a heartbreaker of a game in the wee hours, in damp Detroit.

The loss was huge. Except, it wasn't.

It would have destroyed any other team. But these are the Yankees.

The way I see it, there are only two scenarios that must happen before we can declare the 2007 Yankees are "finished."

1. The Red Sox sweep their remaining six games against the Yankees. Even though this has no direct effect on the AL Wild Card chase between the Yankees, Mariners, and Tigers, six losses to Boston should finish-off the Yankees. This is unlikely to happen.

2. The more likely scenario is the only scenario that works: The 2007 Yankees will only be finished when they lose a series in October. The only way to surely finish them off is in the post-season.

That would be the end of this monster movie. Until the next chapter...

Red Sox Doubleheader In Chicago. Time To Break 'Em Off.


This has been a productive day as I have been at home, overseeing renovations at my apartment. This morning I finally got around to watching American Beauty. Great performances, but did Sam Mendes have to be so pretentious? Did he know he was writing Oscar material when he wrote it? It does have the best one-liners of 1999, but you could have gotten all of them from the trailer. I will stick to Magnolia for best pretentious, Oscar-nominated drama of 1999. In 2004, when I observed that Desperate Housewives was a mix of Blue Velvet and American Beauty, I wasn't aware of how right I was. I was just guessing.

I have also dusted-off several recent issues of Maxim (both the English and Latino versions) and GQ (both the US and UK versions) that I had in my incoming mail pile. Besides looking at fall clothes I cannot afford, I learned that I am still young enough to wear a pair of brown Avirex P-45 sneakers. I have a $15.00 bid on eBay for them. Wicked cheap and very similar to the pair of Reebok BOKS F-117's I wore in the summer of 1992. Oops.

OK. This is a fun Friday afternoon. The Red Sox have yet another golden opportunity to put more distance between themselves and the Yankees with a doubleheader today in the south side of Chicago, at one of the worst ballparks in the league, New Comisky Park.

So while I want to post videos from Joy Division as we inch closer towards the US premiere of Control, the Ian Curtis biopic (October), there is still time to serve-up some rap. See, when I visited the Avirex website, the first thing I heard was Break 'Em Off. Not only is it a better song than Grillz, it mentions Big Papi. So I have to post it here. That's my logic anyway.

So here is badass white rapper, Paul Wall, with Break 'Em Off.

Go sox!! They have gotten into early trouble in the 1st, but they should come back from that 1-run deficit.


I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab

I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab

[Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin’ trunks, poppin’ pillz, still poppin’ seals
Higher than a hill with ma mind on millz
Piece and chain swangin’, bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I’m in that mean green machine clean on 19s


Hold up. He rides on 19s? My dad rides on 18s. He'd better upgrade. The regular folks are riding on bigger rims nowadays.

Flat screens in the headrest, swangin’ like a swing set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin’ down that's a bet
I’m in the lot chasin’ broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I’m breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than a street light, floatin’ like a parachute
Buzzin’ like a bumble bee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin’ ‘em off, makin’ all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I’m rocked up fully loaded and sloppy
Tryin’ to hit it and quit it
And walk off like Big Papi then break ‘em off

I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab

[Lil' Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I’m hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck blow mist five 50 snow bunny
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat’s expensive taste
And ‘em frilly ass fools we send ‘em to myspace
I’mma break ‘em off until the backbone broken

Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin’, better cover your clothes (that’s right)
Concrete crumblin’, glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin’ and cuttin’ up on 24 razors
I’mma show ‘em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin’ paper in the mornin’, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab

[Paul Wall]
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin’ like a baby
Maneuverin’ thru the traffic like I’m Tracy McGrady
Still choppin’ on ‘em buttons, I’m struttin’ and lookin’ fresh
Switch hittin’ like Berkman, this is ballin’ at its best
In dat minute maid droppa’, with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin’ the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I’m the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin’ the wood wheel
Tippin’ 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin’
I’m sippin’ on dat Osama, baby leanin’ like I’m limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it’s me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it’s ten up in the heater
Mackin’ a mamacita
Runnin’ game like a cheetah
I’m knockin’ ‘em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break ‘em off)

I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab

Jenna Bush's 2008 Wedding: Will It Help Her Dad's Ratings? Does It Matter?


First of all, if Jenna's wedding is in October 2008, what difference does it make if it raises W's ratings by 10 points? He and the American public both want him out of office. Will it help the Republican nominee at all? Doubtful. Will it remind Americans that kids the same age as Jenna and Harry are stuck in Iraq, losing limbs and lives each day? Peggy Drexler hopes so. I just hope Ms. Drexler is simply being ultra-cynical when she argues that a White House wedding will entertain and captivate even the most liberal women out there. Now that's cynical. This potential White House wedding can't possibly glue women to a TV screen the way a classic episode of Sex And The City can, right?......Right?


Here's to the Happy Couple -- and a 10 Point Bump
Peggy Drexler
The Huffington Post
Tue Aug 21, 8:21 PM ET

Jenna Bush and Henry Hager plan to marry. And there is already buzz of a spectacular White House wedding that will gather society, power and politics around these two cute kids.

Ordinarily, I'm a sucker for such things. I've cried when the groom kissed the bride -- and I didn't really know either of them.
But this time I have to say to Jenna and Henry: don't do it. The sixteen months to go as this administration ebbs away is not too long to wait.

The bigger the wedding, the sweeter the music of the Marine Band, the greater the
contrast with what is happening to some other kids in the 110 degree hell of a far away desert country.

They can try to keep it simple. But a White House wedding is going to be big. It will be the first one since the coming of cable. It's a union of Republican royalty. It could be Philip and Di -- without the carriage ride. Or, wait, the carriage might make great TV.

The thing I find most disturbing is that there is already talk that a White House Wedding will be great politics. It could be a terrific way to hook women -- who are the angriest about the war, and one of the biggest problems for Republicans going into the election.

Women -- even the angry ones -- are going to eat this up. We can't help it. It's what we do.

The father of the bride is responsible for the loss close to 4,000 American lives, the lives of uncounted Iraqis, and many thousands of injured and maimed. He has had the big boy office in an organization that has lied, manipulated and ultimately failed at every turn. But on this day, he is the proud and loving papa walking his daughter down the aisle.

Eyes will grow moist, and approval ratings will rise.

Can I possibly be cynical enough to suggest that this is timed around the election? Could it be that the children's book Jenna Bush wrote with her mother is a bit of pre-wedding character repair for a girl who seems well-versed in the difference between shots and shooters?

The administration gives great and ongoing credence to the old saying: just when you think you're too cynical, you realize you're not cynical enough.

Let's run down just a partial list: the swift boaters, the smearing of John McCain in South Carolina, the mythical WMD, the phantom National Guard service, Brownie at the levees, Valerie Plame, secret torture sites, Pat Tillman, the stem cell veto, the fired federal attorneys, an attorney general with the memory of a gold fish, the surgeon general who was tossed out of the club house for taking on causes that upset the Republican right, and assorted other assaults on our trust in this administration's motives, methods and competence.

With that body of evidence on the record, I'm not discounting anything. Hey, if international state visits don't work any more because much of the world hates us, a White House wedding just might.

Ok -- politics is politics. And this president would not be the first to make use of photogenic offspring.

But we have this inconvenient problem of young people the same age as the happy couple dying on the roadsides and in the alleyways of Iraq. I wonder if those at risk will be gathered around the television to watch the festivities.

One who won't be watching is Army Reserve Sergeant Jose Velez, a young man from the Bronx who asked his girlfriend Naomi to marry him the day he left for Iraq. She was busy planning the wedding when she got word he was killed by a roadside bomb.
I didn't know Jose Velez. I just read about him in a magazine. I don't know the hundreds of other young women who were engaged to be married, went to Iraq, and never returned [sic]. I can't speak for them. I have no standing in their lives or their families' grief.

All I can do is wonder. As the proud parents bask in their child's very special day, as current and past members of the administration clink their champagne glasses, will they think about all those who will never have that day -- and why?

Truckin' To North Carolina


I have to transport boxes to North Carolina this weekend. It's moving time for a family member. So I am hitting the road and driving down to the land of hogs, tobacco, NASCAR, and quality barbecue and minor-leage baseball. I'll be back next week.

Hot, Dangerous, Deadly Month In baghdad



A couple of news stories this morning (other than 4 more US troops were killed overnight, bringing the August death toll to 20 in just 6 days, which puts it on-track to 100 by the end of month).

First, Iraq's Electric Ministry reports today that the national power grid is on the verge of collapse. Power plants are receiving less fuel, and have had to shut down. Baghdad is receiving less electricity this month, and that means that less water is being treated or pumped to businesses and residences. That means that the sanitation problem continues to get worse. And now the US general overseeing Iraq infrastructure says this is a problem for the Iraqis to solve themselves - even while the multinational fund-raising for re-building Iraq's infrastructure is nowhere near the set goal. Wait, how many years has it been since the fall of Baghdad, again?

Second, it needs to be stressed that one of the most underreproted facts about Iraq is the amount of unemployment there. Under Saddam's regime, the most stable and prosperous jobs were in oil, government, african trade, and most important, the military. Now with unemployment hovering at 50%, where are the good jobs? Well, it seems a UN News network has found one growth industry.

It Was Seven Years Ago Today



Photo copyright 2000 Stephanie Sinclair.

On Thursday, August 3rd 2000, George W. Bush accepted his party's nomination, and delivered this shameful speech at the GOP convention in Philadelphia. This is a sad document,and a dark foreshadowing of what was to come. I have added emphasis on comments that I find interesting in the light of the events and developments that followed this speech. Note his amazing line about how World War II was a good reason to maintain high taxes, and compare that to his 'wartime' tax cuts.

Every nomination acceptance speech contains false promises, embellishments, and grand ideas. But just look at what he said, and compare it to where we are today. It is far more significant and revealing than either of his two inauguration speeches.


Mr. Chairman...

(APPLAUSE)

Mr. Chairman... (APPLAUSE)

Thank you all.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you very much. Thank you.

(APPLAUSE)

Mr. Chairman -- Mr. Chairman, delegates and my fellow citizens, I proudly accept your nomination.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you. Thank you for this honor.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you for this honor. Together, we will renew America's purpose.

Our founders first defined that purpose here in Philadelphia. Ben Franklin was here, Thomas Jefferson and, of course, George Washington, or, as his friends, called him, George W.

I am proud to have Dick Cheney by my side.

He is a man -- he is a man of integrity and sound judgment who has proven that public service can be noble service.

American will be proud to have a leader of such character to succeed Al Gore as vice president of the United States.

I'm grateful for Senator John McCain. I appreciate so very much his speech two nights ago. I appreciate his friendship. I love his spirit for America. And I want to thank the other candidates who sought this office, as well. Their convictions have strengthened our party.

I'm especially grateful tonight to my family. No matter what else I do in my life, asking Laura to marry me was the best decision I ever made.

And to our daughters, Barbara and Jenna, we love you a lot. We're proud of you. And as you head off to college this fall, don't stay out too late.

And e-mail your old dad once in a while, will you?

And mother, everybody loves you and so do I. Growing up -- growing up, she gave me love and lots of advice. I gave her white hair.

And I want to thank my dad, the most decent man I have ever known.

All of my life I have been amazed that a gentle soul could be so strong.

Dad, I am proud to be your son.

My father was the last president of a great generation, a generation of Americans who stormed beaches, liberated concentration camps and delivered us from evil. Some never came home. Those who did put their medals in drawers, went to work and built on a heroic scale highways and universities, suburbs and factories, great cities and grand alliances, the strong foundations of an American century.

Now the question comes to the sons and daughters of this achievement, what is asked of us? This is a remarkable moment in the life of our nation. Never has the promise of prosperity been so vivid.

But times of plenty like times of crises are tests of American character.

Prosperity can be a tool in our hands used to build and better our country, or it can be a drug in our system dulling our sense of urgency, of empathy, of duty. Our opportunities are too great, our lives too short, to waste this moment.

So tonight, we vow to our nation we will seize this moment of American promise. We will use these good times for great goals.

We will confront the hard issues, threats to our national security, threats to our health and retirement security, before the challenges of our time become crises for our children.

And we will extend the promise of prosperity to every forgotten corner of this country: to every man and woman, a chance to succeed; to every child, a chance to learn; and to every family, a chance to live with dignity and hope.

For eight years the Clinton-Gore administration has coasted through prosperity. The path of least resistance is always downhill. But America's way is the rising road. This nation is daring and decent and ready for change.

Our current president embodied the potential of a generation -- so many talents, so much charm, such great skill. But in the end, to what end? So much promise to no great purpose.

Little more than a -- little more than a decade ago, the Cold War thawed, and with the leadership of President's Reagan and Bush, that wall came down.

But instead of seizing this moment, the Clinton-Gore administration has squandered it. We have seen a steady erosion of American power and an unsteady exercise of American influence. Our military is low on parts, pay and morale. If called on by the commander-in-chief today, two entire divisions of the Army would have to report, "Not ready for duty, sir."

This administration had its moment, they had their chance, they have not led. We will.

This generation -- this generation was given the gift of the best education in American history, yet we do not share that gift with everyone. Seven of 10 fourth graders in our highest poverty schools cannot read a simple children's book. And still this administration continues on the same old path, the same old programs, while millions are trapped in schools where violence is common and learning is rare.
This administration had its chance. They have not led. We will.

America has a strong economy and a surplus. We have the public resources and the public will, even the bipartisan opportunities to strengthen Social Security and repair Medicare. But this administration, during eight years of increasing need, did nothing.

They had their moment. They have not led. We will.

Our generation has a chance to reclaim some essential values, to show we have grown up before we grow old. But when the moment for leadership came, this administration did not teach our children, it disillusioned them.

They had their chance. They have not led. We will.

And now they come asking for another chance, another shot. Our answer: Not this time, not this year.

This is not the time for third chances; it is the time for new beginnings.

The rising generations of this country have our own appointment with greatness. It does not rise or fall with the stock market. It cannot be bought with our wealth. Greatness is found when American character and American courage overcome American challenges.

When Lewis Morris of New York was about to sign the Declaration of Independence, his brother advised against it, warning he would lose all his property. But Morris, a plain-spoken founder, responded, "Damn the consequences, give me the pen."
That is the eloquence of American action. We heard it during World War II when General Eisenhower told paratroopers on D-Day morning not to worry. And one replied, "We're not worried, General. It's Hitler's turn to worry now."
We heard it in the civil rights movement, when brave men and women that did not say, "We shall cope," or "We shall see." They said, "We shall overcome."

An American president must call upon that character.

Tonight in this hall, we resolve to be the party of -- not of repose but of reform. We will write not footnotes but chapters in the American story. We will add the work of our hands to the inheritance of our fathers and mothers and leave this nation greater than we found it.

We know the test of leadership. The issues are joined. We will strengthen Social Security and Medicare for the greatest generation and for generations to come.
Medicare does more than meet the needs of our elderly; it reflects the values of our society. We will set it on firm financial ground and make prescription drugs available and affordable for every senior who needs them.

Social Security has been called the third rail of American politics, the one you're not supposed to touch because it might shock you. But if you don't touch it, you cannot fix it.

And I intend to fix it.

To the seniors in this country, you earned your benefits, you made your plans, and President George W. Bush will keep the promise of Social Security, no changes, no reductions, no way.

Our opponents will say otherwise. This is their last parting ploy, and don't believe a word of it.

Now is the time -- now is the time for Republicans and Democrats to end the politics of fear and save Social Security together.

For younger workers, we will give you the option, your choice, to put part of your payroll taxes into sound, responsible investments.

This will mean a higher return on your money in over 30 or 40 years, a nest egg to help your retirement or to pass on to your children.

When this money is in your name, in your account, it's just not a program, it's your property.

Now is the time to give American workers security and independence that no politician can ever take away.

On education, too many American children are segregated into schools without standards, shuffled from grade to grade because of their age, regardless of their knowledge. This is discrimination, pure and simple, the soft bigotry of low expectations.

And our nation should treat it like other forms of discrimination: We should end it.
One size does not fit all when it comes to educating our children, so local people should control local schools.

And those who spend your tax dollars must be held accountable. When a school district receives federal funds to teach poor children, we expect them to learn. And if they don't, parents should get the money to make a different choice.

Now is the time to make Head Start an early learning program to teach all our children to read and renew the promise of America's public schools.

Another test of leadership is tax relief.

The last time taxes were this high as a percentage of our economy, there was a good reason; we were fighting World War II. Today our high taxes fund a surplus. Some say that growing federal surplus means Washington has more money to spend. But they've got it backwards.

The surplus is not the government's money; the surplus is the people's money.

I will use this moment of opportunity to bring common sense and fairness to the tax code. And I will act on principle. On principle, every family, every farmer and small-business person should be free to pass on their life's work to those they love, so we will abolish the death tax.

On principle, no one in American should have to pay more than a third of their income to the federal government, so we will reduce tax rates for everyone in every bracket.

On principle, those with the greatest need should receive the greatest help, so we will lower the bottom rate from 15 percent to 10 percent and double the child credit.

Now is the time to reform the tax code and share some of the surplus with the people who pay the bills.

The world needs America's strength and leadership. And America's armed forces need better equipment, better training and better pay.

We will give our military the means to keep the peace, and we will give it one thing more: a commander-in-chief who respects our men and women in uniform and a commander-in-chief who earns their respect.

A generation shaped by Vietnam must remember the lessons of Vietnam: When America uses force in the world, the cause must be just, the goal must be clear, and the victory must be overwhelming.

I will work to reduce nuclear weapons and nuclear tension in the world, to turn these years of influence into decades of peace. And at the earliest possible date, my administration will deploy missile defenses to guard against attack and blackmail.

Now is the time not to defend outdated treaties but to defend the American people.
A time of prosperity is a test of vision, and our nation today needs vision.

That's a fact. That's a fact. Or as my opponent might call it, a risky truth scheme.

Every one of the proposals I've talked about tonight he's called a risky scheme over and over again. It is the sum of his message, the politics of the roadblock, the philosophy of the stop sign.

If my opponent had been at the moon launch, it would have been a risky rocket scheme.

If he had been there when Edison was testing the light bulb, it would have been a risky anti-candle scheme.

And if he had been there when the Internet was invented...

He now leads the party of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, but the only thing he has to offer is fear itself.

That outlook is typical of many in Washington, always seeing the tunnel at the end of the light.

But I come from a different place and it has made me a different leader.

In Midland, Texas, where I grew up, the town motto was, "The sky's the limit," and we believed it. There was a restless energy, a basic conviction that with hard work, anybody could succeed and everybody deserved a chance.

Our sense of community -- our sense of community was just as strong as that sense of promise. Neighbors helped each other. There were dry wells and sand storms to keep you humble, life-long friends to take your side, and churches to remind us that every soul is equal in value and equal in need.

This background leaves more than an accent, it leaves an outlook: optimistic, impatient with pretense, confident that people can chart their own course in life.

That background may lack the polish of Washington. Then again, I don't have a lot of things that come with Washington. I don't have enemies to fight. I have no stake in the bitter arguments of the last few years. I want to change the tone of Washington to one of civility and respect.

The largest lesson I learned in Midland still guides me as governor of Texas: Everyone, from immigrant to entrepreneur, has an equal claim on this country's promise. So we improved our schools dramatically for children of every accent, of every background. We moved people from welfare to work. We strengthened our juvenile justice laws. Our budgets have been balanced with surpluses. And we cut taxes, not only once, but twice.

We accomplished a lot.

I don't deserve all the credit, and I don't attempt to take it. I work with Republicans and Democrats to get things done.

A bittersweet part of tonight is that someone is missing, the late lieutenant governor of Texas, Bob Bullock.

Bob was a Democrat, a crusty veteran of Texas politics, and my great friend. We worked side by side, he endorsed my re-election, and I know he is with me in spirit in saying to those who would malign our state for political gain: Don't mess with Texas.

As governor, I've made difficult decisions and stood by them under pressure.
I've been where the buck stops in business and in government. I've been a chief executive who sets an agenda, sets big goals, and rallies people to believe and achieve them. I am proud of this record, and I am prepared for the work ahead.

If you give me your trust, I will honor it. Grant me a mandate, I will use it. Give me the opportunity to lead this nation, and I will lead.

And we need a leader to seize the opportunities of this new century: the new cures of medicine, the amazing technologies that will drive our economy and keep the peace. But our new economy must never forget the old, unfinished struggle for human dignity. And here we face a challenge to the very heart and founding premise of our nation.

A couple of years ago, I visited a juvenile jail in Marlin, Texas, and talked with a group of young inmates. They were angry, wary kids. All had committed grownup crimes. Yet when I looked in their eyes, I realized some of them were still little boys.

Toward the end of the conversation, one young man, about 15 years old, raised his hand and asked a haunting question, "What do you think of me?" He seemed to be asking, like many Americans who struggle: Is their hope for me? Do I have a chance? And, frankly, do you, a white man in a suit, really care about what happens to me?
A small voice, but it speaks for so many: single moms struggling to feed the kids and pay the rent; immigrants starting a hard life in a new world; children without fathers in neighborhoods where gangs seem like friendship or drugs promise peace, and where sex sadly seems the closest thing to belong. We are their country too. And each of us must share in its promise or the promise is diminished for all.

If that boy in Marlin believes he's trapped and worthless and hopeless, if he believes his life has no value, then other lives have no value to him, and we're all diminished.

When these problems are not confronted, it builds a wall within our nation. On one side are wealth, technology, education and ambition. On the other side of that wall are poverty and prison, addiction and despair. And my fellow Americans, we must tear down that wall.

Big government is not the answer, but the alternative to bureaucracy is not indifference. It is to put conservative values and conservative ideas into the thick of the fight for justice and opportunity.

This is what I mean by compassionate conservatism. And on this ground, we will lead our nation.

We will give low-income Americans tax credits to buy the private health insurance they need and deserve.

We will transform today's housing rental program to help hundreds of thousands of low-income families find stability and dignity in a home of their own.

And in the next bold step of welfare reform, we will support the heroic work of homeless shelters and hospices, food pantry and crisis pregnancy centers, people reclaiming their communities block by block and heart by heart.

I think of Mary Jo Copeland, whose ministry called Sharing and Caring Hands serves 1,000 meals a week in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Each day, Mary Jo washes the feet of the homeless and sends them off with new socks and shoes. "Look after your feet," she tells them. "They must carry you a long way in this world, and then all the way to God."

Government cannot do this work. It can feed the body, but it cannot reach the soul.

Yet, government can take the side of these groups, helping the helper, encouraging the inspired. My administration will give taxpayers new incentives to donate to charity, encourage after-school programs that build character, and support mentoring groups that shape and save young lives.

We must give our children a spirit of moral courage because their character is our destiny.

We must tell them with confidence that drugs and alcohol can destroy you, and bigotry disfigures the heart.

Our schools must support the ideals of parents, elevating character and abstinence from afterthoughts to urgent goals.

We must help protect our children in our schools and streets, and by finally and strictly enforcing our nation's gun laws.

But most of all, we must teach our children the values that defeat violence. I will lead our nation toward a culture that values life -- the life of the elderly and sick, the life of the young and the life of the unborn.

Good people can disagree on this issue, but surely we can agree on ways to value life by promoting adoption, parental notification. And when Congress sends me a bill against partial-birth abortion, I will sign it into law.

Behind every goal I've talked about tonight is a great hope for our country. A hundred years from now this must not be remembered as an age rich in possession and poor in ideals.

Instead, we must usher in an era of responsibility.

My generation tested limits, and our country in some ways is better for it. Women are now treated more equally.

Racial progress has been steady; it's still too slow. We're learning to protect...
we're learning to protect the natural world around us. We will continue this progress, and we will not turn back.

At times we lost our way, but we're coming home.

So many of us held our first child and saw a better self reflected in her eyes. And in that family love, many have found the sign and symbol of an even greater love, and have been touched by faith.

We discovered that who we are is more than important than what we have. And we know we must renew our values to restore our country.

This is the vision of America's founders. They never saw our nation's greatness in rising wealth or in advancing armies, but in small, unnumbered acts of caring and courage and self-denial.

Their highest hope, as Robert Frost described it, was to occupy the land with character. And that, 13 generations later, is still our goal, to occupy the land with character.

In a responsibility era, each of us has important tasks, work that only we can do.

Each of us is responsible to love and guide our children and to help a neighbor in need. Synagogues, churches and mosques are responsible, not only to worship, but to serve. Corporations are responsible to treat their workers fairly and to leave the air and waters clean.

And our nation's leaders our responsible to confront problems, not pass them onto others.

And to lead this nation to a responsibility era, that president himself must be responsible.

So when I put my hand on the Bible, I will swear to not only uphold the laws of our land, I will swear to uphold the honor and dignity of the office to which I have been elected, so help me God.

I believe the presidency, the final point of decision in the American government, was made for great purposes. It is the office of Lincoln's conscience, of Teddy Roosevelt's energy, of Harry Truman's integrity and Ronald Reagan's optimism.

For me, gaining this office is not the ambition of a lifetime, but it is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I will make the most of it.

I believe great decision are made with care, made with conviction, not made with polls.

I do not need to take your pulse before I know my own mind.

I do not reinvent myself at every turn. I am not running in borrowed clothes.

When I act, you will know my reasons. And when I speak, you will know my heart.

I believe in tolerance, not in spite of my faith, but because of it.

I believe in a God who calls us not to judge our neighbors but to love them.

I believe in grace because I've seen it, and peace because I've felt it, and forgiveness because I've needed it.

I believe true leadership is a process of addition, not an act of division.

I will not attack a part of this country because I want to lead the whole of it.

And I believe this'll be a tough race, down to the wire. Their war room is up and running, but we are ready.

Their attacks will be relentless, but they will be answered. We are facing something familiar, but they're facing something new.

We are now the party of ideas and innovation, the party of idealism and inclusion, the party of a simple and powerful hope.

My fellow citizens, we can begin again.

After all of the shouting and all of the scandal, after all the bitterness and broken faith, we can begin again.

The wait has been long, but it won't be long now.

A prosperous nation is ready to renew its purpose and unite behind great goals, and it won't be long now.

Our nation must renew the hopes of that boy I talked with in jail and so many like him, and it won't be long now.

Our country is ready for high standards and new leaders, and it won't be long now.

An era of tarnished ideals is giving way to a responsibility era, and it won't be long now.

I know how serious the task is before me. I know the presidency is an office that turns pride into prayer.

But I am eager to start on the work ahead, and I believe America is ready for a new beginning.

My friend, the artist Tom Lea of El Paso, Texas, captured the way I feel about our great land, a land I love. He and his wife, he said, "Live on the east side of the mountain. It's the sunrise side, not the sunset side. It is the side to see the day that is coming, not to see the day that has gone."

Americans live on the sunrise side of the mountain, the night is passing, and we're ready for the day to come.

God bless. God bless America.

New Leads On J. Scott Jennings And The January 26th Presentation At The GSA

J. Scott Jennings, who yesterday told the Senate Judicial Committee that he is only 29 years old, might not have expected a line of questions from Ted Kennedy about the January 26th presentation at the GSA headquarters. Nice work, Ted. Henry Waxman has some juicy new leads to follow. Indeed the GOP PowerPoint presentation was shown in other federal buildings where partisan/political activity is prohibited.

Friday Music Videos II

It's KMFDM, bitches! Nothing subtle about these Germans. But I still like them for their humor and danceable beats. Here they are with New American Century (2006) accompanied by a homemade video from a fan.


Count your blessings
Walk the line
Don't move too fast
Or fall behind
There are rules you must obey
They get re-written by the day
Don't do this - don't say that
Your every move is logged and tracked
By the all oppressive eye
Spy satellites in friendly skies

The new american century
Has only just begun
No one exempt from the tragedy
Counterattack start pushing back

Fight the power
That chokes your speech
Fight the power
That makes you bleed
Fight the power
That propogates lies
To keep you weak
Keep you in line

No one dares to say a word
Our panic drives all human herds
In the land where cash is king
Our silence bought and sold for free
The future's banging on our door
When real I.D. will be the law
Love thy neighbor and turn him in
It's call patriotism

The world is watching in disbelief
Chanting shame on you
How can you stand by so quietly
Letting them rape your liberties

Fight the power
That chokes your speech
Fight the power
That makes you bleed
Fight the power
That propogates lies
To keep you weak
Keep you in line
Fight the power
that reigns you in
Divides and conquers
Defines your sin
Fight the power
For one and all
Before the power swallows us whole

Those who cannot learn from history
Are doomed to repeat it!

You can't be bothered or concerned
You see no reason for alarm
Prejudice, religion hate
Usher in the new mandate
Absolute and resolved
One nation under one god
Lack of interest has its price
As we're stripped of all our rights

Fight the power
That chokes your speech
Fight the power
That makes you bleed
Fight the power
That propogates lies
To keep you weak
Keep you in line
Fight the power
that reigns you in
Divides and conquers
Defines your sin
Fight the power
For one and all
Before the power swallows us whole

Friday Music Videos I

I just got the Japanese import edition of Interpol's Our Love To Admire CD. As an Interpol fan since 2003, I am not disappointed at all. Here they are performing Mammoth, the fifth track on the album.


Spare me the suspense
Spare me the suspense
I got no currency, but I'm heaven sent

So spare me the suspense
Just spare me the suspense

Hey lady wait, oh, I so hope you try
You're late, babe you know it's your time

And I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch
Night, alone
You can't make amends

No I won't let you sit by
So cold in the pitch
Now we should dance like two fucking twins
Just spare me the suspense

There are seven ancient pawn shops along the road
And the seven aching daddies you may want to know

Oooh, right on

Hey lady wraith, oh baby I can't deny
I got a taste, a taste, a taste and it's time

But I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch
Night, alone
You can’t make amends

No, I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch
Now it’s enough with this fucking incense
Just spare me the suspense

There are seven ancient pawn shops along the road
Oh I know seven aging daddies you may want to know

When you played your heart out
It made me turn around

Oooh, right on

Wait, and you froze in the night
You're late, there's a hole in the sky
No haste, no lesson, no lie
Got a taste that I can't deny

(Spare me the suspense)

And you wait till you know that it's time,
You wait till you know that it's time
You wait till you know that it's time
You wait till you know that it's time
You say that I'm sent from God (you sent black lies), do you know
You said that I'm sent from God (you sent black lies)

It's August. Brace Yourselves.


Cartoon by the great Ted Rall. (Yes, I said great).

It is August, the month with a very bad rap. While I don't agree with all of his assessments, this article by David Plotz has become somewhat famous since it does sum-up a lot of reasons to dislike August (and it helps that Slate re-posted it in 2006). But what makes it worth reading each year for me is the context in which it was written. Look at the original date. Remember those times? Those were the days, right?

What were we talking about by the water cooler seven Augusts ago? We had a missing, white, female intern in Washington (what was her name again?). We had rumors that Bobby Fischer was resurfacing in Internet chat rooms. We were content with our economy, despite the dot-com bust. And according to our president, we lived under the false notion that the Atlantic and Pacific oceans protected us. But George W. Bush knew better. He was working hard to protect us from attack, right?

He was in Crawford, Texas all that month. But make no mistake, it was a working vacation. On August 6th, he was handed a Presidential Daily Briefing (PDB) that sprung him to action. It had an unmistakable warning in its title. What was the title, again? Anyone?

Dr. Rice, maybe you remember? You weren't there in Crawford, but you were the NSA Director. You might know.

Riiiiiiight. Bin laden Determined to Strike in US. Thank you for feigning the recall of that title, Doctor. Nice effect.

And George W. Bush applied his success in August 2001 to other crises that occurred in future Augusts. Like this one in late August 2005. Imagine the catastrophe that would have ensued had FEMA not recognized that the citizens of New Orleans were unable to evacuate, and that the levees were likely to break. Imagine that.

So sleep tight, America. There's no need to worry about our leaders. They are waking-up every morning with our safety and security as their top priority. They will protect us. I have no doubt.

The Handbasket Just Increased Velocity



We don't need to leave in order for Iraq to disentegrate and break-up. It is happening now. This news is long-awaited, but now there is officially a new crisis for the fragile Iraqi government.


Sunni bloc quits Iraq govt, 73 dead in bombings
By Mariam Karouny and Paul Tait
Wednesday August 1st, 2007

The main Sunni Arab political bloc quit the Iraqi government on Wednesday in a blow to Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki's shaky coalition as suicide bombers killed more than 70 people in three attacks across Baghdad.

The resignation move pushed the government into a new crisis undermining its efforts to reconcile Iraqis and end sectarian strife.

Fifty of Wednesday's dead were killed when a suicide bomber in a fuel truck packed with explosives targeted motorists at a petrol station.

The Sunni Accordance Front left Maliki's Shi'ite-led coalition over his failure to meet a list of about a dozen demands, including a greater say in security matters.

"The government was still ... closing the door on reforms which are needed to save Iraq," Accordance Front spokesman Rafei Issawi told a news conference, adding the government should have met its demands or "at least admit its failure."

Issawi said Deputy Prime Minister Salam al-Zobaie and five ministers would resign on Wednesday.

The Sunni Front's 44 members will remain in the 275-seat parliament. Its withdrawal will have little practical effect on the 15-month-old government, which is virtually paralyzed by infighting but needs only a simple majority to keep functioning.

Maliki's government has already been weakened by the withdrawal of fiery Shi'ite cleric Moqtada al-Sadr's political bloc, one of the biggest in parliament, over his refusal to set a timetable for the withdrawal of U.S. troops.

The coalition is under pressure from the United States to end sectarian strife between Shi'ites and Sunni Arabs, which has killed tens of thousands. Washington is unhappy at the slow political progress in reconciling the warring sects.

DOOR STILL OPEN

Iraq Vice President Tareq al-Hashemi, a member of the Sunni bloc, said the Front was still open to negotiation.

"The doors are still open on all options, including returning to government, if they introduce reforms," Hashemi told reporters.

The Accordance Front is made up of three main Sunni Arab groups, including Hashemi's Islamic Party. Its list of demands included the disbanding of Shi'ite militias that have targeted Sunni Arabs.

Iraq's other deputy prime minister, Kurd Barham Salih, told Reuters the Sunni bloc's withdrawal was the most serious political crisis yet faced by Maliki's government.

He said preparations were continuing for a summit of the political leadership of Iraq's Kurdish, Shi'ite and Sunni Arab communities, which would take place in "the next few days."

"The crisis is grave and its implications should not be underestimated, but I hope it offers an opportunity to address the causes of political instability afflicting this country," Salih said of the meeting.

The Accordance Front, which last week suspended the work of its six ministers and gave Maliki a week to meet its demands, accused the government of failing to consult it on key issues.

The U.S. ambassador and the top general in Iraq are due to give a crucial progress report to Congress next month as U.S. President George W. Bush comes under growing pressure to show progress in the unpopular war or bring troops home.

In Baghdad's Mansour district, police said the suicide bomber had lured motorists queuing for petrol before exploding the fuel truck. Another 60 people were hurt.

Twenty people were killed when a suicide bomber blew up his vehicle near a popular ice cream parlor in a bustling commercial area of Baghdad's predominantly Shi'ite district of Karrada. Another bomber killed three in southern Doura district.

The U.S. military, which began a build-up of 30,000 extra troops this year in a bid to buy time for Maliki to meet his political targets, said three of its soldiers were killed by a roadside bomb in the east of the capital on Tuesday.

Another was killed by small arms fire in eastern Baghdad on the same day, taking the total killed in July to at least 78, the lowest monthly toll for the U.S. military in Iraq since last November and since the troop build-up began in February.

(Additional reporting by Ross Colvin, Aseel Kami and Peter Graff in Baghdad)

Whistle While You Work


Wish I could say there were entertaining moments during Tony Snow's press briefing this afternoon. But the highlight was someone's cell phone, which briefly caused Tony to do a little dance. I was too late to capture that, but I did get his next move - a roll of the eyes and a whistle while the annoying ringing continued.

It's August in Washington. Nothing to see here, I'm afraid.

Put NYC Pigeons On Hatch Control


Hollywood has just initiated a birth control program for pigeons (apparently it is called hatch control in bird world). We in New York need to do the same. Enough of these urban pests. Squirrels, you are OK. Pigeons, there's way too many of you.


Hollywood pigeons to be put on the pill

Associated Press
Monday July 30, 2007

Hollywood residents believe they've found a humane way to reduce their pigeon population and the messes the birds make: the pill.

Over the next few months a birth control product called OvoControl P, which interferes with egg development, will be placed in bird food in new rooftop feeders.

"We think we've got a good solution to a bad situation," said Laura Dodson, president of the Argyle Civic Association, the group leading the effort to try the new contraceptive. "The poop problem has become unmanageable and this could be the answer."

Community leaders planned to announce the OvoControl P pilot program, which Dodson believes is the first of its kind in the nation, at a news conference Monday.

Dodson said representatives from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals contacted her group with the idea to use OvoControl P. Other animal rights groups, including the Humane Society of the United States, support the contraceptive over electric shock gates, spiked rooftops, poisons or other methods.

It's estimated about 5,000 pigeons call the area home. Their population boom is blamed in part on people feeding the birds, including a woman known as the Bird Lady, who was responsible for dumping 25-pound bags of seed in 29 spots around Hollywood.

OvoControl P has been registered with the state Department of Pesticide Regulation and the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency. Developed by Rancho Santa Fe-based Innolytics, the substance contains nicarbazin, which interferes with an egg's ability to develop or hatch, said Erick Wolf, Innolytics chief executive.

The pilot program was expected to show results within a year, and the Hollywood area's pigeon population is expected to shrink by at least half by 2012, Dodson said.


Someone tell Deputy Mayor Linda Gibbs that we need to take similar action in New York City.

Barry's Road To Histroy Must End, But It Won't


I don't want any pitcher to give up home run # 755 to Barry Bonds. My 2-cent opinion is please keep walking him - even with the bases loaded. Keep walking Barry. Keep him stuck on # 754 until he has a career-ending injury or retires. That's the solution every team and every pitcher needs to follow.

Actually, I have more than a 2-cent opinion on this. I am furious at the fans in one of my favorite cities, San Francisco. They have zero respect or love for the game. They are as bad as Yankee fans. I have been to two of their home games last season, and my sister was at a home game this past spring. With the exception of older fans, who come from other regions or remember the NY Giants, the San Francisco fans do not pay attention to what's going on in the field, unless Barry is at bat. They munch on some of the best ballpark food in the USA.

They have the best club section in the majors, with full bars, California rolls, fine local wines (duh), pizza, and great dogs (apparently the SF crowd is not into ice cream as much as we New Englanders are, but their food otherwise rocks). And they are very content to bundle-up in the 50-degree summer weather and much on their upscale food and not be bothered by the game. When I let out a cheer after seeing a bare-handed scoop and throw by David Wright to initiate an exciting double play, a Giants fan turned around in slow-motion and exclaimed, "Gee, someone really likes the Mets." No dumbass, someone really likes baseball.

What is wrong with these people?

San Francisco, you probably don't want to hear this, but you are like George W. Bush when it comes to Barry Bonds. You are all alone, in your bubble, thinking that you have something worthy of respect or glory. You probably think that history will look upon Barry favorably. Please.

Barry has talent. But he is a cheater and a liar.

Steroids don't make you a better hitter, but they make you hit the ball further. Also, steroids don't make you step-up two hat sizes, or step-up three shoe sizes. Human Growth Hormone (HGH) does that. Barry has clearly used it. He used to be skinner than me (I am 6'3, 200). Now he makes me look tiny. That wasn't training or simply topical cream steroids. Barry was injecting a lot of stuff. Got it? he cheated.

There should be no hung jury on this one. The jury is in. And the more you praise and cheer for him, San Francisco, the more you look like the stupidest, most naive and blind spots fans on earth.

You have a wonderful ballpark and a great history in the National League. Your franchise had the greatest all-around player ever, Willie Mays. That's something to be extremely proud of. But right now, you really don't deserve baseball. Right now, you are pathetic.

Wherever Barry goes, he is bood by fans who acknowledge the truth. Why do you continue to cheer him? What the hell is wrong with the City on the Bay?

Friday Music Video

I'm rollin' up I-95 up to Boston tonight. Need a good driving song. Something that represents my northern Manhattan. Got it. I have to keep in mind that Archetype and M are seeing The Police at Fenway Park Saturday night. But still, this is my first track choice.


this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

this is why I'm hot
I dont gotta rap
I can sell a mill sayin nothin' on the track
I represent New York, I got it on my back
niggas say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back
I love the dirty dirty, cause niggas show me love
the ladies start to bounce as soon as I hit da club
but in da Mid-West, they love to take it slow
so when I hit the club I watch them get it on da flo'
and if you need it hifey, I take it to da bay
Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it erryday
Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit LA
I'm in dat lo-lo, i do it da Cali way
and when I hit da chi, people say that I'm fly
they love da way I dress, they like my attire
they love how I move crowds from side to side
they ask me how I do it, and simply I reply

this is why I'm hot (hot)
this is why I'm hot (hot)
this is why, this is why,this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot (hot)
this is why I'm hot (hot)
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not (mims)
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

this is why I'm hot, catch me on da block
every other day another purse another drop
16 bars, 24 a pop
44 a song nigga gimme what you got
I'm in to drivin cars, fresh across da lot
I'm in to shuttin' stores down, jus so I can shop

if you need a bird, I could get it chopped
tell me what you need, you know I get 'em by da flock
I call my homie black, meet me on da avvve
I hit wash heights with the money in the bag
we in the big spendency, my pimpin neva a drag
find me with different women that you niggas never had
but those who say they know me, know I'm focused on my green
player you come between, you better focus on da bean
I keep it so mean, the way you see me lean
and when I say I'm hot, my nigga this is what I mean

this is why I'm hot hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why, this is why,this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you hate cause you not (mims)
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

this is why im hot, shorty's see da drop
ask me what i paid and i say yea i payed a guap
and den i hit da switch dat take away da top
so chicks around da way they call me cream of da crop
they hop in da car, i tell em all aboard
we hit da studio, they say they like how i record
i gave them black train, and now i did you wrong
so everytime i see them man they tell me thas they song
they say im da bomb, they love the way the charm hanging
from the neck it compliments the arm, which compliments
the ear, then comes tha gear so when i hit tha room
tha shory's stop and stare niggaz start to hate
rearrange they face little do they know i'm keeping
things buy waist side so i reply no body got ta die
similar to lil weeze coz i got tha fire

this is why I'm hot hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why I'm hot hot
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you hate cause you not (mims)
this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot