Funky Winkerbean reappeared in the State Journal-Register Sunday, June 1, but the irrepressible Funkster was not included. In other words, He was really nowhere, man. The strip was an inside pitch at secondary educators’ humor, but it was a ball. I didn’t go chasing it because it seemed almost a repeat from the earlier incarnation of the strip: something that looked like a flashback, felt like a flashback, but probably was not a flashback. At least the player was back on the mound where he belongs in the SJR; right below Doonesbury Flashback.
I had to chuckle over video of the big dust-up the white Catholic minister created at Obama’s “former” church last week, a bit of humor that most of us would have LOVED if only Richard Pryor had said what was said. Instead a priest skittering through the hairtrigger rifle/media scope served as “clay pigeon of the week” for the White Supremes crowd. I would have paid more attention if it had been James Baker at the pulpit, or even Imo Phillips. It was a silly basement parlor antic, not appropriate for a pulpit for sure, but still just a silly antic. Note to Hillary supporters: WOMEN, show me you understand what the national Democrat party meant when it directed Michigan and Florida not to hold their primaries so early. Then I will be offended by ill-advised buffoonery. Deal?
I had a decent breakfast today at Steak & Shake: eggs over easy, sausage, hashbrowns and “wheat” toast. Not whole wheat, mind you. At least the menu didn’t say it. At least it was brown; not off-white and the meal the best I’ve had in weeks. The occasion was a meeting with a business owner friend who may employ more of my talent over the summer. Keep the fingers crossed.
DATELINE: Parade Magazine, did you notice the cover headline today. “William Shatner Tells All.” I admit, I could not identify Brittany Spears in a lineup, and I’ve never watched his current, successful TV show, but I KNOW and like William Shatner. I also enjoy James Brady’s regular feature in Parade. But the headline was a teaser. What it should have said was printed prominently on the Brady page: WS tells all in his new book we hope you will purchase soon. Frankly, I’d rather have read “all” in Brady’s column. I’m not going to buy the book because I don’t believe there’s enough “all” in Shatner’s life to produce a decent book. Da’s jis my pinyun, y’unnastan.’
Feinally, Scott McLellan. I won’t buy his book until I can get it heavily discounted at the Goodwill Industries Thrift Store in about two weeks, but I will tune him in on the interview shows when I can. I may even try to catch WMAY radio’s Meet The Press re-broadast of the telecast this afternoon. David Brooks said it best on PBS Washington Week Friday and This Week with George the Greek today. McClellan was a lightweight with neither the cajones or the grey “stuff” to challenge #43. Too many in the providencial — make that presidential — club house were made that way. Perhaps #43 learned ONE lesson from his dad as witnessed in waterboy D. Quayle whose gravitas you could pour into a thimble and still have room for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
So much of the presidential team were harmonizers in a deadly consequential Up With People songfest which would have been okay for a church in South Succotash, Mississippi, but was absolutely Third String in Washington, DC. They sang at the direction of their leader (#43) who followed the certain direction of The Creator in his perverted devotion as an agent of an omniscient force which “passeth understanding.” Dost thou not see, the “BUCK” does not stop with #43. He’s only the earthly facilitator of that unfathomable higher power. The buck is with that Old Testament entity (so different from that new guy whose name was Jesus), and if #43 reads HIM wrong. what can ya say, hey? Shecks, fokes, heyiz only human; right? Get it? Perhaps the ancient scribes of holy tablets used an antonym in place of a synonym and forgot to cross a “t.” Whadeva you do, don’t blame Messianic Man.
Does it strike you as sad that the first question out of most journalists’ mouths was “WHY?” and not “WHAT?” Does it seem to you that truth that leans on “why” is not truth at all? If a war protestor tells me not to order the clams at the local Howard Johnson’s will I ask why he shared the advice? No. I’ll order a cheeseburger. If McClellan is telling what I read as truth, that’s what matters most to me. He can love #43 or detest him. The truth trumps the rest every time.
Live long . . . . . . and proper.
