Yes Joe the Plumber, there is a Santa Claus!

Poor John McCain. His hopes in last night’s debate lay with Joe the Plumber, a man from Ohio who wants to buy a small business (making over 250k/yr!).  Did you see how crestfallen he was when Barack Obama announced that downtrodden Joe the Plumber would not have to pay any fine for not providing health care to his employees?

John McCain’s solution was to make Joe rich, because in his world that solved everything! Maybe he’ll move out to the O.C. and get himself a pretty new trophy wife.

That, however, doesn’t change the fact the he will be a small business owner, and thus exempt from any fines under Obama’s plan. According to the Small Business Administration, any plumbing contracing business making less that $14Million/yr (!) is considered a small business. Hear that my friends, it’s the sound of McCain’s political career crashing down faster than the three military planes he crashed while goofing off, or as he describes it ,”.. I’m going to act responsibly, as I have acted responsibly throughout my military career”

Guilt by association, makes you wish you hadn’t.

Governor/angry-den-mother Palin has a new line of attack against Presidential hopeful Barack Obama: Tie him to the activities of everyone he has ever known/volunteered in the same place as/brushed past in a subway since he was eight years old. I guess when you have to issues of substance to attack with, and no credible policies of your own to promote, this must be all that’s left.

As I understand it, Barack Obama ‘pals around with terrorists’, meaning William Ayers. Bill Ayers was one of the founders of the Weather Underground nearly 40 years ago, and is now a Distinguished Professor at the University of Illinois School of Education. Fast forward to 1999 (10 years ago), when Barack Obama joined the board of the anti-poverty group Woods Fund of Chicago, of which Ayers was also a board member. Now you have two people in the same place at the same time, so, according to the GOP, they are now bestest buddies. Add to the that overwhelming $200 contribution to Obama’s state senate re-election campaign and only a fool would miss see a believable philosophical connection between the two.

In short, two (currently) respectable people who both oppose poverty are asked to join the board of an anti-poverty fund and Palin sees only terrorists.

Kettle, meet pot:

John McCain parties away his 70th birthday with a convicted felon.

John McCain pals around with, and accepts money from, self-confessed terrorest supporter.

John McCain promotes a convicted felon who abandons his wife and small child a “role model to many young Americans”.

Sarah Palin pals around with (i.e. screws) a man who has supported Alaska’s secession from the United States (a group tied to White Supremacist), and finally declares himself Unaffiliated, because apparently even he can’t stand the GOP.

Sarah Palin pressured a state employee to fire her sister-in-law’s ex husband (or at the very least lived with/hired/worked with people who did the same), then fired the man for not complying. Now she is refusing to cooperate with the legally-appointed investigator. (I don’t think any links are necessary, this is documented everywhere is the facts are hardly disputable).

How W Picks his appointees. A Comedy in three acts.

Act 1 – A joke.
W=W
C=Dick Cheney
W:Hey Dick, wanna see something cool?
C: Does it involve a shotgun?
W: No, but I like the way you think.
C:Thank you Mr. President (he..he).
W:Do you Remember Harriet Moyers? That skirt that use to hang around the Texas State Capitol building?
C: Do you mean Harriet Miers, your General Council?
W: Is that what she was? I thought she was helping Laura pick out curtains. Anyway, somebody nudged me this morning and said someone on the Supreme Court is quitting..
C: Yes, Justice O’Connor.
W:Whatever his name is..
C:Her.
W:What?
C:What ever her name is.
W:I thought you said it was O’Conner? Anyway, what if, just for a joke, I nominate this Moyers girl?
C:Miers?
W:Yeah, Miers, whatever. So I nominate her, and then we sit back and watch. It’ll be a hoot!
C:Um…Ok? (to himself:)Maybe I can figure out something cooler to do with this shotgun…
Act II – Oblivious
W=W
I=Intern
W:Hey you, intern, do you know how to use this thing (indicates computer)?
I: Yes sir, Mr. President.
W:Call me W.
I: Yes Mr. President.
W: Dick tells me that I’ve got to nominate a new U.N. ambassador. Can you punch ‘U.N.’ into the Google and find out who it should be?
I:uh…Yes Mr. President.
(typing)
I:Lets see, United Nations….United Nations…7-up, the UN-Cola….
W:I’m a Sprite man myself. Scotch and Sprite.
I:Yes sir.
W:This isn’t working. Let’s try ‘U.N.’ and ‘Walrus’. I like walruses.
I:Yes sir (sigh).
(more typing)
W:Stop – What’s that name that keeps popping up? Bolton?
I:Oh, there. Yes Sir. John Bolton
W: I like him. (singing:)That’s what love is all abouut…
I: Um, sir? I think that’s Michael Bol…
W:I’m gonna nominate him!
Act III – Just plain mean.
W=W
C=Dick Cheney
W:Hey Dick? How’d we do in the elections.
C:Not so well, Mr. President.
W:Does this mean I have to move out of the White House?
C:No Mr. President. Not for another two years.
W:Good. ‘Cuz I hate to move. All that packing..
C:Yes sir, Mr President. You know, there is something we could do.
W:What’s that?
C:Well, you need to nominate somebody to head the Office of Population Affairs…
W:The what?
C:The Office of Population Affairs Mr President. They determine how the federal family planning money gets distributed.
W:I like families. Except mine. They bug me.
C:Yes sir Mr President. Anyway, what if we find the worst person for the job. Somebody who opposed all forms of family planning. Somebody who doesn’t even like condoms..
W:Have you ever blown up a condom like a balloon, Dick?
C:Um…Yes sir. I guess so. But that’s not the point of…
W:’Cuz Laura and I have a whole box of them, and every once in a while I’ll just blow one up and bounce it around the room.
C:Yes sir (sigh). Eric Keroack.
W:I tried to read his book, but it didn’t rhyme or have pictures.
C:Wha…? Oh, no sir, Mr President. That’s Jack Kerouac. I’m talking about Eric Keroack, head of ‘A Woman’s Concern’, a Christian conservative anti-abortion group.
W:So…let me get this straight… a dude runs ‘A Woman’s Concern’? hehe.
C:(a heavier sigh)yes Sir. A ‘dude’ does. And he’s the worst guy for the job. Just like Bolton, and Just like Miers.
W:Who?
C:(sigh again)Moyers…
W:Oh her. What ever happened to her?
C: Just sign here, Mr President. Then we can get some Ice Cream.

Requiem for a Songwriter

John Bassette, legendary folk musician, songwriter and cable-access host died last Thursday.
I knew John from Coventry in mid 80’s. He was using the moniker ‘Jon Bon’ and was a regular at the open mics at Arabica (also missed)He gladly lend his clear baritone harmonies to the spontaneous music parties that were ubiquitous at the time. His top hat, his bushy beard, and his red jacket were icons of an era when teenagers (myself included) could walk the streets of Coventry (in Cleveland Heights for those of you eagerly punching up Mapquest) every night, filling up on Apple pizza, Grumm’s subs, or a fallafel at Tommy’s.
For a short time, my brother Evan, myself, and John performed together as a trio, covering old standards and John’s catchy original songs. He was always on hand with a supportive comment or a warm smile.
When Alex Bevan came back to town (not as skinny, but just as fun) I took John to his first performance at Peabody’s Cafe. Alex had dedicated his classic ‘Springboard’ album to him, and I figured they should see each other. From what I understand, they were friends up to the end.
Goodbye John Bassette. You are already missed.
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Know your Constituency 101

Sorry for the lack of updates – work and weekend intervened.
RaB had a little something to say about Mary Jo Klroy, and her absurd desire to see all the votes counted.
Part of what can only be described as a drunken ranting contends that Jennifer Brunner will use the precedent of actually counting provisional ballots as tantamount to ensuring that every:

transient, ruffian, illegal immigrant, scoundrel, rapist, murderer, drug dealer, dead voter, Disney movie character, and other such members of Democrat constituencies vote in the next election.

 

While I may take umbrage with the idea that all Disney Characters are Democrats (I’m talking to you Cruela DeVille!), there is a more important lesson to be learned: 
The Republicans know that they have a lock on the pedophile and child molester vote.