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Friday, October 14, 2022

I am a letter writer

 I am a letter writer

Been doing this way too long 
Day after day and year after year
Trying to right the wrong

I take to the computer
And tell you all a tale
Making it up as I go along
Writing it down as I sing my song
Listen while I wail

I am a letter writer
See evil all around
Sin after sin, losers who win
Danger just abounds

I hate bad politicians
Who lead us all astray
Making crap up as they go along
Turning right into very wrong
That is the game they play

I am a letter writer
Telling papers what I know
The New York Times my best friend
When they put me in the show

And when they print my writing
My head begins to swell
Looking for praise wherever I gaze
Aren't I great all congregate
To say I gave them Hell
 
I am a letter writer
With an audience of one
Keeping myself entertained
Is all that I have done

I cannot move the needle
Didn't even make it budge
Making a name, trying for fame
Burned out an extinguished flame
Trying to touch the sun

And so I write this letter
In apology to you
A little man with bigger plans
Too big for his own shoes

I hope you will forgive me
I mean to do no harm
Doing my best to pass the test
Trying to prove I really could
With just a touch of charm


(riffing off Billy Joel's The Entertainer)







Thursday, October 13, 2022

The January 6th Hearings. Going. Going. Gone.

 ("House Jan. 6 Panel Plans a Sweeping Summation of Its Case Against Trump")

The case against Trump is overwhelming, undeniable and, well, irrelevant. 

Just like the pandemic, hey we're over it. Ok, so it happened, but, really, move on.

The problem is half the country doesn't care, whatever the evidence supports, they support Mr. Trump. The other half, who does care, doesn't care anymore.

Oh sure, it is critical for history to be written accurately. And yes, if we don't pay attention, well the future may be so much worse than anything we might imagine.

But justice delayed is justice discarded. And for Donald Trump, he can run out the clock with the best of them. We lose focus. We lose interest. It is his best defense.

So yes, this might be, may be the last hearing to tell us definitively what we knew even before the first of these hearings began. Donald Trump was an insurrectionist with anti-impostor syndrome, believing in all the lies he told about himself, clinging to his power with every ounce of strength he could extract from those who followed his every wish as their command.

I understand what I am about to write is not the politic response to the efforts of the January 6th committee, and their exhaustive undertaking to expose Mr. Trump.

Please, no more hearings. No more big reveal. Too much is far more than enough. 

And, to our great misfortune, not nearly enough to take down its target. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Victims of the Storm

 ("Stay or Leave? Retirees Torn In Ian's Wake")

Their way of life gone in a blink of an eye. What they had forever taken for granted now no more.

As I read the tales of heartache and pain, I couldn't help but wonder how many of these same people had ever imagined the hardships of the millions of men, women and children attempting to escape from the horrors they have too long endured. Those who crossed our borders seeking to find even a hint of shelter from their own storms.

So while they sift through the rubble of their former existence, I ask only that those who now awake to a new, harsh reality take an instant to consider what the ones who look upon this country as a beacon of light must be feeling on each and every step of their long, harsh journey.

Let all who seek peace and comfort find it. For suffering is universal. And compassion should be as well.

Monday, October 10, 2022

He Did It His Way

 And now election's near

And I just might not have mentioned
A kid or two or three
Well you know its just my penchant
Forgive me for my sins 
As I forgive all others 
While now I tell my kid
He may have brothers

I may exaggerate
Ok I do but just a little
I did not graduate 
At the top but in the middle
Ok I never learned
Never finished what I started
But in my mind I did
I'm being martyred 

I said I was a cop
That I hauled away the bad guys
And what I call the truth
You insist was just some bad lies
Well no one's without fault
A low or two and not just all highs
So don't go throwing stones
I've told a few lies

And yes I paid the bill
And sent the card for that abortion
I never said she must
I just said I'd send my portion
I never went inside
You must know it wasn't my play
My stance on this is clear
She did it her way

For what's a man what has he got
What is my sin, that I got caught
And for the things that I have done
All that I did was run, run, run
From all my lies don't criticize
I did it my way

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

62

AN EDITED VERSION OF THIS POST NOW APPEARS ONLINE IN LETTERS TO THE EDITOR IN THE NEW YORK TIMES (AND IS SCHEDULED TO APPEAR IN THE PRINT EDITION TOMORROW)


Baseball is a game of numbers. Statistics to be analyzed, dissected and discussed. But there is one figure above all that separates the men from the boys.

Aaron Judge looks different from everyone else on the field. Taller, broader, bigger. A man among boys.

And so he is. 

I have had the privilege of never growing up. I am 70 years old and retain the same passion for this sport as I did when I listened to Mel Allen and Red Barber paint pictures on my radio. Mickey Mantle still residing deep in my heart. Now I make room there for another as well.

The relentlessness of this chase and the unwavering effort Aaron Judge demonstrated day in and day out for more than six months was like watching each brushstroke of a piece of  wondrous art unfold. His love and respect for this sport bursting forth with as much force as his every swing.

62 is more than a number. But, as a shorthand, it will suffice. The best. Thank you Aaron Judge.

Thank you.

Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Pardon The Former Guy? To Quote John McEnroe......

("Is There Anything That Would Make 'the Former Guy' Go Away?")

A pardon would humiliate Donald Trump? In what universe?

In this world, the former guy would use this as proof that the present guy was driven to his political knees, that the Donald was fully vindicated (remember the Mueller report and Mr. Barr?) and that the Democrats should start referring to him as 45 AND 47.

I don't for a second believe the Mar-a-Lago miscues will end with the little dough boy in an orange jump suit. But that doesn't mean he gets to pass go and collect $200.

So, as Gail Collins so eloquently replied to Bret Stephens' hypothetical, no, no, no, no, no. And I would add one more no for good measure.

Pardon the former guy? To quote John McEnroe.......

Sunday, October 2, 2022

D

 ("One Year Old Offered Sixty Million to Sign")

Once upon a time there was the six million dollar man. Now a baby commands ten times this price.

He does not yet even stand for more than a few blinks of an eye on his own two feet. He still requires naps in both morning and afternoon. And his entire vocabulary consists of "momma" and a sound that vaguely resembles "moo". But there is something about him that brings  hordes to his door, begging for an audience.

His dad first noticed it when his son was but a few days past his first half birthday. "Once he sat up on his own he became obsessed with playing ball. Rolling it gently to him initially. Then within weeks at almost full speed. He could go to his left or right. Even if he went from sitting to falling over, he could right himself and still throw out the imaginary runner."

The arm. There is video of him at nine months crying for his bottle (sorry, wrong video). There is video of him at nine months playing catch (from a sitting position of course) with his dad from twenty feet. At ten months from fifty. And on his first birthday from a hundred and twenty five.

Rumors abounded. But when someone who attended the birthday bash had his own film not only of the cake being all over virtually every inch of the face and hair of the center of attention, but of his unleashing a laser to his dad from one end of the yard to the other, life in this otherwise normal household became anything but.

By the next morning at 8 AM, Scott Boras had been in contact. By 1 PM he was at their front door, unannounced and uninvited. And from there it has only become evermore unrelenting.

Offers for his picture on a Wheaties box. Requests to appear on late night TV (don't they know about bedtime?). From morning until he cuddled with his stuffies at night. Without pause. And then, last week, the unsolicited offer from the Yankees arrived.

Sixty million signing bonus. Guaranteed payment of his educational costs (they hope to have him play at the alma mater of their new center fielder). A permanent suite for his family at the Stadium. Aaron Judge to babysit every other Saturday night, without charge, during the off season. And best of all, a new stuffy of his choosing each week until his parents tell him he is too old for such things.

This is more than he can comprehend. No, not the terms of the deal. Just, literally, all the big words.

For the moment at least, no offers have been accepted. "We just want his life to be like that of any other child of his age." (at least those who can't throw a baseball like a major leaguer, while seated) 

Meanwhile, Scott Boras is still calling every day. And showing up on Sundays. With a stuffy in one hand.  And a contract in the other.

 

Saturday, October 1, 2022

Say It Ain't So Joe

 ("The Supreme Court Is Broken. Where's Biden?")

He has never been a bully and the bully pulpit is an ill fit for Joe Biden.

While the Supreme Court has been battered and bruised by the  2016 non-appointment of Merrick Garland and the in your face installation of Amy Coney Barrett four years later, by the pretzel twisting construction of the Second Amendment in Bruen and the refusal to adhere to judicial  precedent in Dobbs, President Biden will not rail at ills he cannot fix.

The inherent problems with the structure of the Supreme Court, of placing such immense power in 9 men or women, not elected, not subject to any true oversight, not limited in the length of their tenure, are myriad and unrelenting.

But Joe Biden, unlike his predecessor is a pragmatist. Joe Biden, unlike his predecessor, does not rant just to hear the sound of his own voice. Joe Biden attacks issues he has a fighting chance to win.

Say it ain't so Joe. 

Not on this one. Not now, and sadly, likely never.

Thursday, September 29, 2022

About Last Night

 Our country is weighed heavy with issues from climate change to gun control, immigration to abortion, Russia to China, voting rights to the makeup of the Supreme Court, to a seemingly endless array of politicians and media personalities who leave us shaking our heads in distress and wondering how it ever got this bad. And then there is Aaron Judge.

His name starts with not one but two A's because he is that good. He is the all-American boy, adopted at two days old, married to his high school sweetheart, a loving son, and by the way, a larger than life star in his chosen undertaking.

If sports is intended as a distraction from the burdens we all carry with us, then Mr. Judge in 2022 is the perfect serum, the antidote to what ails. 

Last night, after a seeming eternity, he nudged past Babe and sidled up to Roger. Almost a century ago the Great Bambino was the one who dwarfed all others, in the size of his personality as well as in the arc of his game and his homers. Today there is another giant wandering the streets of the Big Apple. 

With his speak softly but carry a big stick aura, we have a humble hero, a present day echo of Lou Gehrig, who now gives us ample reason to All Rise.

The world's dilemmas will still be there to greet us when we awake in the morrow, but at least for today, there is double A.

Thank you Aaron. Just please don't keep us waiting so long for 62.

Monday, September 26, 2022

Speaking in Exclamation Points

 ("O'Rourke  Condemns Dehumanizing Stunts")

If you haven't noticed, Republicans speak in exclamation points. From the governors of Texas and Florida to the former President, messaging does not come in nuance or subtle distinction. It appears in existential threats, in hyperbole and dire forecasts. In Fox News and Alex Jones. The intention is to capture your attention, no matter the means to the end.

And while Beto O'Rourke hopes that the shenanigans of Greg Abbott will prove insufficient defense against the reality of the Dobbs decision, we well know how easily the public eye is diverted (see James Comey and Hillary Clinton's emails).

Beto O'Rourke, fully comprehends the extreme difficulty of scoring political points as a Democrat in Texas. See his AR-15 declaration and the political poo this caused there - or his unsuccessful effort to unseat a master of the ludicrous, Mr. Green Eggs and Ham himself. Merely railing against the moral bankruptcy of a Republican opponent is not a winning strategy in the Lone Star State.

Without his own exclamation point, I fear this could well be Mr. O'Rourke's Alamo.

I wonder what Mr. Comey is up to these days.