First of all let me coin a word...
"Sundits."
Those geniuses who, on Sunday mornings, tell us what we need to know and think. And I do mean geniuses. You don't get smarter than Paul Krugman (Nobel Prize winning, Princeton Professor/Economist Paul Krugman...yeah, that one)
Now, as a self-appointed member of the Sunditocracy, let me offer the following:
What the F...!!!
Unemployment going higher. Jobs disappearing. Houses in foreclosure. Banks in near ruin.
Etc...
And all the Idiocracy in Washington can do is fiddle around. 800B is too much (Krugman says not enough...) 800B is too little. Obama blew his first legislative foray. Obama rocks. The Republicans are obstructionist. The Republicans are taking a very risky, heroic stand. The Democrats are in tune with the people. The Democrats are sound asleep.
What is going on? Barry ran on a platform of change. "Change you can believe in!", he intoned.
We wanted change. Change from the "interesting" choices made by the Bush/Cheney administration. Change from the perception of arrogance in government. Change from scandal and incompetence.
So what do we have?
More of the same stupid partisan fighting and the same turf wars (animals pee on their territory to tell other animals what's what. Not too far along the evolutionary trail are we fellas...?)
The people we elect continue to give us the same mediocrity that we have been putting up with for years.
The brilliant bankers screwed up the vaunted financial system of the US.
The vaunted minds in the Pentagon (non-military mind you...) have delivered us endless conflicts in regions that hate us more now than they did before we "rescued" them.
The elected officials who campaign on their ability to "understand" the common man have passed laws that are putting us on a fast track to the Stone-Age (we may very well beat the Iraqis and the Afghans there if we're not careful.)
The environment is collapsing.
The celebrated CEOs of the corporate world have given us products we don't need as they contaminate the environment and reap billions from the us while sipping Dom from diamond slippers on their Lear (I don't mean the King...although that would be poetic justice...) Jet "business trips" to Belugaville. These clowns make the ancient Egyptians look like amateurs.
Legend has it that Nero played the violin while Rome burned. Is no one in government or industry unaware of the idea that you can only go so far? The people will only take so much.
I have four words for Washington and Wall Street...
"Let them eat cake."
Didn't work for Marie...
Won't work for you...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Questioning Authority
On whose authority?
Since when do we entrust celebrities with such power?
Which sneakers (sorry, running shoes), cars, politicians, causes, candy bars, cereal to buy.
I guess forever.
Probably some athlete in ancient Greece had a Feta endorsement paid in goats. Or some ancient potentate was endorsed by some shepherd and vavoom...he (the potentate) was elected and immediately beheaded the shepherd...and took all of the sheep as his harem (too much information...I know...invasion of the Potentate Omnibus Overlord Privacy Act of 14 bc)
But, really, on whose authority?
Oprah says do this and we do this.
Branjolina says do that and we do that.
Bono asks us to act in a pro bono way and we do...resulting in the buying of U-2 music which is, essentially, very pro Bono.
These people are actors or musicians or are very skilled with a ball...a trained seal is very skilled with a ball but you don't see them paid a million fish (fishes...?) to endorse a certain tuna brand...now do you?
And listen to me...I'm writing this blog, pontificating and thinking that I am taken seriously when the question applies here too...on whose authority?
Maybe it's just that if we are enamored with someone or we like what they say or do, we want to emulate them so we agree with them and that translates into commercial influence and we buy the car they suggest. Present company excepted...thank you very much...
So here...try this on for size.
I recommend VW, L.L. Bean, Schneider's Pretzels (no-fat only...), M & Ms (peanuts...the hell with salmonella...salmonella this!), Provence, Arthur Ave. in the Bronx (Dominick's) and Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys.
Send my checks as soon as possible.
Thank you for your support.
Since when do we entrust celebrities with such power?
Which sneakers (sorry, running shoes), cars, politicians, causes, candy bars, cereal to buy.
I guess forever.
Probably some athlete in ancient Greece had a Feta endorsement paid in goats. Or some ancient potentate was endorsed by some shepherd and vavoom...he (the potentate) was elected and immediately beheaded the shepherd...and took all of the sheep as his harem (too much information...I know...invasion of the Potentate Omnibus Overlord Privacy Act of 14 bc)
But, really, on whose authority?
Oprah says do this and we do this.
Branjolina says do that and we do that.
Bono asks us to act in a pro bono way and we do...resulting in the buying of U-2 music which is, essentially, very pro Bono.
These people are actors or musicians or are very skilled with a ball...a trained seal is very skilled with a ball but you don't see them paid a million fish (fishes...?) to endorse a certain tuna brand...now do you?
And listen to me...I'm writing this blog, pontificating and thinking that I am taken seriously when the question applies here too...on whose authority?
Maybe it's just that if we are enamored with someone or we like what they say or do, we want to emulate them so we agree with them and that translates into commercial influence and we buy the car they suggest. Present company excepted...thank you very much...
So here...try this on for size.
I recommend VW, L.L. Bean, Schneider's Pretzels (no-fat only...), M & Ms (peanuts...the hell with salmonella...salmonella this!), Provence, Arthur Ave. in the Bronx (Dominick's) and Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys.
Send my checks as soon as possible.
Thank you for your support.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Bauhaus... is a Very, Very, Very fine Haus
Bauhaus.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe.
Forward thinker in the 3o's. The same 30's of the last Great Depression. GD 1.0
B.A.U. haus...
Business As Usual House...White House, House of Representatives and Senate House (forgive me...it needed to fit poetically to make the point...thank you...)
What the hell is wrong with our system you ask? What are they doing in Washington? Pedro of "South of the Border" has it right on his billboard..."Sign broken...made in Washington..."
The more we look the more we see the same old junk. These guys "just don't get it" None of 'em...not even Barry...
The Democrats are playing politics, which, thanks to Tip O'Neill, is only local, therefore not a national problem.
The Republicans are completely "deef", as Walter Brennan would have said.
They're all (Walter) Gropiusing around for solutions...
WE ARE UP THE CREEK!
THE BOAT IS LEAKING!
WE HAVE NO PADDLES, LIFEJACKETS OR CHARTS!
WE ARE TOAST!
But who cares?
Tom Daschle? Oh, sorry, I'll just pay the taxes now that I've been outed.
Tim Geithner? Oh, sorry, I'll just pay the taxes, now that I've been outed.
(...hmmm...a theme emerges Reggie...let's follow on closely as the story unfolds...)
Eric Holder?
Oh, sorry, I'll look more carefully the next time I sign off on a pardon for a billionaire contributor to my boss's vanity production.
Hillary Clinton? Oh sorry...bring on '12...let the campaign begin...!
Judd Gregg...give me a break! Bi-partisan my fantail...it's all about the Senate and the magic number of 60...can you say fillibuster-proof...?
Oh, and who the hell is Kirsten Gillibrand anyway? Gov. Paterson must really be sight-impaired...do the letters NRA mean anything in Albany?...Not Really Alert...
PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!
We continue to elect these self-serving, ego-maniacal idiots who only think of themselves and their fat cat sponsors.
And why in God's name are we sweeping the alleged atrocities allegedly perpetrated by the alleged Bush/Cheney administration under the very real rug? Torture, bank fraud, torture, FEMA incoherence, air/water pollution, global warning (sic...not warming...warning...), Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, torture, The Muddle (sic...) East, Abu Ghraib, Prosecutorgate, Scooter, on and on and on and on...ad nauseum/infinitum...
E Bellicose Eatem'!
The Bauhaus had it right...forward thinking...break the mold...see it differently...do it differently...
What's the saying...?
"The defintion of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?" You don't need to be Einstein to know that...oh, sorry...yes you, obviously, do...
So we're the ones who are nuts...we continue to put these clowns in charge of the castle and then wonder why we have hot oil poured on our heads from the ramparts above as we tred water and occasionally drown in the moat...
One man...one Moat...! (Why ain't that one in the Constitution...the old one from 1776...not the new one from 2000...?)
Business As Usual House...
Mies van der Rohe is rolling over in his modernist grave....and thanks Ludwig...
...sometimes "less is", in fact, much, much "more"...!!!
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe.
Forward thinker in the 3o's. The same 30's of the last Great Depression. GD 1.0
B.A.U. haus...
Business As Usual House...White House, House of Representatives and Senate House (forgive me...it needed to fit poetically to make the point...thank you...)
What the hell is wrong with our system you ask? What are they doing in Washington? Pedro of "South of the Border" has it right on his billboard..."Sign broken...made in Washington..."
The more we look the more we see the same old junk. These guys "just don't get it" None of 'em...not even Barry...
The Democrats are playing politics, which, thanks to Tip O'Neill, is only local, therefore not a national problem.
The Republicans are completely "deef", as Walter Brennan would have said.
They're all (Walter) Gropiusing around for solutions...
WE ARE UP THE CREEK!
THE BOAT IS LEAKING!
WE HAVE NO PADDLES, LIFEJACKETS OR CHARTS!
WE ARE TOAST!
But who cares?
Tom Daschle? Oh, sorry, I'll just pay the taxes now that I've been outed.
Tim Geithner? Oh, sorry, I'll just pay the taxes, now that I've been outed.
(...hmmm...a theme emerges Reggie...let's follow on closely as the story unfolds...)
Eric Holder?
Oh, sorry, I'll look more carefully the next time I sign off on a pardon for a billionaire contributor to my boss's vanity production.
Hillary Clinton? Oh sorry...bring on '12...let the campaign begin...!
Judd Gregg...give me a break! Bi-partisan my fantail...it's all about the Senate and the magic number of 60...can you say fillibuster-proof...?
Oh, and who the hell is Kirsten Gillibrand anyway? Gov. Paterson must really be sight-impaired...do the letters NRA mean anything in Albany?...Not Really Alert...
PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ!
We continue to elect these self-serving, ego-maniacal idiots who only think of themselves and their fat cat sponsors.
And why in God's name are we sweeping the alleged atrocities allegedly perpetrated by the alleged Bush/Cheney administration under the very real rug? Torture, bank fraud, torture, FEMA incoherence, air/water pollution, global warning (sic...not warming...warning...), Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, torture, The Muddle (sic...) East, Abu Ghraib, Prosecutorgate, Scooter, on and on and on and on...ad nauseum/infinitum...
E Bellicose Eatem'!
The Bauhaus had it right...forward thinking...break the mold...see it differently...do it differently...
What's the saying...?
"The defintion of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?" You don't need to be Einstein to know that...oh, sorry...yes you, obviously, do...
So we're the ones who are nuts...we continue to put these clowns in charge of the castle and then wonder why we have hot oil poured on our heads from the ramparts above as we tred water and occasionally drown in the moat...
One man...one Moat...! (Why ain't that one in the Constitution...the old one from 1776...not the new one from 2000...?)
Business As Usual House...
Mies van der Rohe is rolling over in his modernist grave....and thanks Ludwig...
...sometimes "less is", in fact, much, much "more"...!!!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Da Nile ain't just a river...
Rod.
Roddy.
What were ye thinkin'?
Politicians are idiots. The whole lot of 'em. Every last one....
Here's what happens. Politicians run for office and promise a lot of things they can't and never will deliver.
They get involved with K Street and others who ask them for favors. The favors are justified because the lobbyist gave the politician a boatload of Simoleans (don't you love that scene in "It's a Wonderful Life" when Jimmy Stewart holds up his last two bucks and hopes they will go forth and multiply...? Donna Reed's original name: Donnabelle Mullenger...bring on Jeopardy...Daily Double at that...!)
The politicians become accustomed to operating in an environment in which they have control and access to millions of dollars of taxpayer money.
Their friends in the lobbying industry lavish them with gifts and false praise and then the knucklehead politicians begin to believe their own press and the words of their "supporters/acolytes."
They forget their values and their kids and their wives and their friends and begin to act like little kings or queens (both senses of the word, thank you) ruling over a realm of their own making.
Then they do some ridiculously STUPID thing...like having sex with an intern or a prostitute or a page or someone else's wife or husband. OR THEY SAY INCRIMINATING THINGS WHILE THEY KNOW THEY'RE BEING WIRETAPPED...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or they take or solicit a bribe.
OR THEY SAY INCRIMINATING THINGS WHILE THEY KNOW THEY'RE BEING WIRETAPPED...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(sorry, got a little carried away there...)
Or they have some clown pave their driveway or paint their house or pay their greens fees or buy their dinner(s)
OR THEY... (couldn't help myself)
And THEN...
...they get caught!
And THEN...
...they are outraged and they protest their innocence and "look forward" to their day in court where they are sure they will be "vindicated." Oh, sorry..."completely vindicated."
And THEN...
...that doesn't happen and they are proven to be incredible scumbags and are shown to have done the thing(s) they were accused of.
Idiots!
George Carlin, may he rest in eternal peace, said it best. "Cop didn't see it...I didn't do it"
The problem is that, more often than not, at high levels of government, the cops do see it and you did do it and you're goin' down big boy.
Either don't be dishonest or, if you are going to be, just admit you screwed up and let the chips fall.
Richard Nixon was elected with one of the largest pluralities in US electoral history. He was The Man. If he had come clean about Watergate at the outset, the people would have been pissed off but would have forgiven him.
But he stonewalled and prevaricated (and postvaricated too...remember David Frost?) and bloviated (what a great word!) and got caught in lie after lie after lie.
Pete Seeger and Joe Hickerson gave us the following:
"When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?"
Oh Roddy... we surely knew ye...!
Roddy.
What were ye thinkin'?
Politicians are idiots. The whole lot of 'em. Every last one....
Here's what happens. Politicians run for office and promise a lot of things they can't and never will deliver.
They get involved with K Street and others who ask them for favors. The favors are justified because the lobbyist gave the politician a boatload of Simoleans (don't you love that scene in "It's a Wonderful Life" when Jimmy Stewart holds up his last two bucks and hopes they will go forth and multiply...? Donna Reed's original name: Donnabelle Mullenger...bring on Jeopardy...Daily Double at that...!)
The politicians become accustomed to operating in an environment in which they have control and access to millions of dollars of taxpayer money.
Their friends in the lobbying industry lavish them with gifts and false praise and then the knucklehead politicians begin to believe their own press and the words of their "supporters/acolytes."
They forget their values and their kids and their wives and their friends and begin to act like little kings or queens (both senses of the word, thank you) ruling over a realm of their own making.
Then they do some ridiculously STUPID thing...like having sex with an intern or a prostitute or a page or someone else's wife or husband. OR THEY SAY INCRIMINATING THINGS WHILE THEY KNOW THEY'RE BEING WIRETAPPED...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or they take or solicit a bribe.
OR THEY SAY INCRIMINATING THINGS WHILE THEY KNOW THEY'RE BEING WIRETAPPED...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(sorry, got a little carried away there...)
Or they have some clown pave their driveway or paint their house or pay their greens fees or buy their dinner(s)
OR THEY... (couldn't help myself)
And THEN...
...they get caught!
And THEN...
...they are outraged and they protest their innocence and "look forward" to their day in court where they are sure they will be "vindicated." Oh, sorry..."completely vindicated."
And THEN...
...that doesn't happen and they are proven to be incredible scumbags and are shown to have done the thing(s) they were accused of.
Idiots!
George Carlin, may he rest in eternal peace, said it best. "Cop didn't see it...I didn't do it"
The problem is that, more often than not, at high levels of government, the cops do see it and you did do it and you're goin' down big boy.
Either don't be dishonest or, if you are going to be, just admit you screwed up and let the chips fall.
Richard Nixon was elected with one of the largest pluralities in US electoral history. He was The Man. If he had come clean about Watergate at the outset, the people would have been pissed off but would have forgiven him.
But he stonewalled and prevaricated (and postvaricated too...remember David Frost?) and bloviated (what a great word!) and got caught in lie after lie after lie.
Pete Seeger and Joe Hickerson gave us the following:
"When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?"
Oh Roddy... we surely knew ye...!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Revolution #09
The Beatles, again...
"You say you want a revolution..."
I mean, really. The news ain't good...no it ain't my friends (didn't you want to gag everytime you heard John McCain say, "my friends...")
Everytime you turn around there's another piece on government incompetence or corporate greed or the complete lack of personal and/or professional responsibility.
John Thain is unbelievable! And all of the other clowns lining up at the public trough with their begloved and manicured hands outstretched asking John and Jane Q to give over the goods.
Why in the "wide world" (thank you Sid Ceasar) should middle or lower class kids get health care or clean water or an education or opportunity? Why should middle or lower class adults have job security or privacy or leisure time?
Why is it always only the rich and their friends the super rich (read: politicians...) that get the advantages? Why must we always have to listen to the bejeweled Mrs. Botox and her friends whine about the lack of available Evian at the spa?
Over time, there have been countless wars and beheadings because the wealthy "ruling" class sought to enrich themselves at the expense of the worker bees.
Haven't any of these idiots ever heard of Marie Antoinette and her last best friend, Monsieur Guillotine?
It seems logical to assume that if the current state of affairs continues along the path that it is on, we will be embroiled in a full scale, take all prisoners, beat 'em up and string 'em up style bloody, loud and deathly revolution.
The poor will say "basta!"
The middle class will say "basta!"
The blacks and the Hispanics and the poor whites and the struggling seniors and the disenfranchised youth and the angry unionists and the unemployed auto workers and the laid off manufacturing workers will all say...
"BASTA!!"
At what point do the rich say..."Oops, maybe we've gone too far this time. Maybe we should lay off the private jets and the Rolls and the vacation homes for a while. Maybe we should pay our gardener what he's worth. Maybe we should pay our housekeeper what she's worth (never mind the cries of sexism...most gardeners are men and most housekeepers are women...deal with it...)
Maybe we should realize that societies operate in cycles. Up and down. Dictatorships and revolutions.
We've had the current system here for over 25o years. A lot of rich people telling poor people what to do and giving them scraps for doing it!
One of these days the tables will turn, as they always do, and the John Thains of the world will be either hung in the town square (remember Nicolai Ceaucescu...of Romania...of "hung upside down" fame...?) or made to work at McDonalds and forced to use the public bathroom...OH MY GOD!...
"You say you want a revolution...?"
Well just be careful what you wish for...you just might get it...
"You say you want a revolution..."
I mean, really. The news ain't good...no it ain't my friends (didn't you want to gag everytime you heard John McCain say, "my friends...")
Everytime you turn around there's another piece on government incompetence or corporate greed or the complete lack of personal and/or professional responsibility.
John Thain is unbelievable! And all of the other clowns lining up at the public trough with their begloved and manicured hands outstretched asking John and Jane Q to give over the goods.
Why in the "wide world" (thank you Sid Ceasar) should middle or lower class kids get health care or clean water or an education or opportunity? Why should middle or lower class adults have job security or privacy or leisure time?
Why is it always only the rich and their friends the super rich (read: politicians...) that get the advantages? Why must we always have to listen to the bejeweled Mrs. Botox and her friends whine about the lack of available Evian at the spa?
Over time, there have been countless wars and beheadings because the wealthy "ruling" class sought to enrich themselves at the expense of the worker bees.
Haven't any of these idiots ever heard of Marie Antoinette and her last best friend, Monsieur Guillotine?
It seems logical to assume that if the current state of affairs continues along the path that it is on, we will be embroiled in a full scale, take all prisoners, beat 'em up and string 'em up style bloody, loud and deathly revolution.
The poor will say "basta!"
The middle class will say "basta!"
The blacks and the Hispanics and the poor whites and the struggling seniors and the disenfranchised youth and the angry unionists and the unemployed auto workers and the laid off manufacturing workers will all say...
"BASTA!!"
At what point do the rich say..."Oops, maybe we've gone too far this time. Maybe we should lay off the private jets and the Rolls and the vacation homes for a while. Maybe we should pay our gardener what he's worth. Maybe we should pay our housekeeper what she's worth (never mind the cries of sexism...most gardeners are men and most housekeepers are women...deal with it...)
Maybe we should realize that societies operate in cycles. Up and down. Dictatorships and revolutions.
We've had the current system here for over 25o years. A lot of rich people telling poor people what to do and giving them scraps for doing it!
One of these days the tables will turn, as they always do, and the John Thains of the world will be either hung in the town square (remember Nicolai Ceaucescu...of Romania...of "hung upside down" fame...?) or made to work at McDonalds and forced to use the public bathroom...OH MY GOD!...
"You say you want a revolution...?"
Well just be careful what you wish for...you just might get it...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Can't Buy Me Love
The Beatles had it exactly right.
"Money, can't buy me love"
What is the big outrage with the Wallstreeters? What's the big deal? It's just human nature.
Who among us wouldn't take a freebie when it's offered?
So what if Mr. Thain redecorated his office and bought an expensive waste basket?
He's entitled!
No?
But isn't that the American way? Work hard and reap the bennies. That's what we're taught.
So he decided to have a spiffy office. So what? He earned it...
And forget about accountability. The government is in place to reward those who created it. You can't be in it if you can't pay and if you pay you get the little gift basket with the shampoo and the MP3 player and the chocolates and the hundred dollar bills. Blagojevich's sin wasn't trying to sell Obama's senate seat. It was having that God-awful hair cut. Welcome to the 21st century Roddie m'boy. The early sixties preppy look is so...well...early sixties...
Who's kidding who? (...whom? I am never sure of that one...Mr Safire please...)
Thain and Paulsen and Geithner and Madoff. They're all cut from the same cloth.
High rolling mega-players with influence and the ears (and the wallets) of those who make the decisions.
No bonuses for Average Joe (don't get me started about Joe the MFGD plumber...) No corporate jets. No fancy cars or Swiss bank accounts.
All Joey gets is foreclosure and unemployment.
I don't feel sorry for these SOBs one little bit. The fact that they have taken and taken and taken from the public and the private trough for ever and now they're out of work...poor Lehman after over a hundred years. Poor B of A. Poor AIG... Poorhouse (or houses dependent upon your level of wealth, Mr. and Mrs. McCain...Mr. and Mrs. Keating savings and loan debacle)
You can all go to.....
Well, on a lighter note:
Losing a fortune on Wall Street is a good life lesson. It's one of those moments that makes you sit up and take stock. It is a period of your life where you are compelled to examine your inner motivations and make new resolutions as to how you want to live.
And take comfort in knowing that at least you will not starve.
You'll have your wine cellar to quench your thirst and your pantry of foie gras and Beluga to sate your hunger.
SOBs...
"Money, can't buy me love"
What is the big outrage with the Wallstreeters? What's the big deal? It's just human nature.
Who among us wouldn't take a freebie when it's offered?
So what if Mr. Thain redecorated his office and bought an expensive waste basket?
He's entitled!
No?
But isn't that the American way? Work hard and reap the bennies. That's what we're taught.
So he decided to have a spiffy office. So what? He earned it...
And forget about accountability. The government is in place to reward those who created it. You can't be in it if you can't pay and if you pay you get the little gift basket with the shampoo and the MP3 player and the chocolates and the hundred dollar bills. Blagojevich's sin wasn't trying to sell Obama's senate seat. It was having that God-awful hair cut. Welcome to the 21st century Roddie m'boy. The early sixties preppy look is so...well...early sixties...
Who's kidding who? (...whom? I am never sure of that one...Mr Safire please...)
Thain and Paulsen and Geithner and Madoff. They're all cut from the same cloth.
High rolling mega-players with influence and the ears (and the wallets) of those who make the decisions.
No bonuses for Average Joe (don't get me started about Joe the MFGD plumber...) No corporate jets. No fancy cars or Swiss bank accounts.
All Joey gets is foreclosure and unemployment.
I don't feel sorry for these SOBs one little bit. The fact that they have taken and taken and taken from the public and the private trough for ever and now they're out of work...poor Lehman after over a hundred years. Poor B of A. Poor AIG... Poorhouse (or houses dependent upon your level of wealth, Mr. and Mrs. McCain...Mr. and Mrs. Keating savings and loan debacle)
You can all go to.....
Well, on a lighter note:
Losing a fortune on Wall Street is a good life lesson. It's one of those moments that makes you sit up and take stock. It is a period of your life where you are compelled to examine your inner motivations and make new resolutions as to how you want to live.
And take comfort in knowing that at least you will not starve.
You'll have your wine cellar to quench your thirst and your pantry of foie gras and Beluga to sate your hunger.
SOBs...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Daddy's Little Girl
It's really amazing and frightening how time just seems to fly by...almost without us noticing its' passage.
It seems like yesterday that my daughter was born. A cold winter day. Snow and ice everywhere.
A planned C-Section (I recently taped one for ABC's "World News"...not a pretty sight at all)
I remember it as if it just happened. The way I felt. The way she looked, just like my father's mother.
I love her just as much today as I did then...maybe more profoundly and with greater depth and understanding. Much more appreciation.
She represents me and my past and the future and my whole family back generations.
All fathers are proud (almost all...and a pox on them what ain't...fools.) All fathers (previous parenthetical comment) extoll the virtues of their children and are willing to talk about their children's accomplishments with anyone at anytime (and yet again...) You know the ones. They've got the license plate frame that says, " Let me tell you about my daughter."
Please don't.
I swore when my daughter was born that I would refrain from "waving her flag", from boring people to death with her greatness. I thought it was tedious and when I have had to endure it I have wanted to hang myself. I swore I would never do that to anyone (unless of course I wanted them to leave or hang up and then I would unleash my daughter's copius achievements on them to get the result I was after...with marginal success, I might add)
But I will suspend my self-imposed ban here and now for one brief moment.
She is pretty and smart and bright and talented and strong and compassionate and sensitive and creative and funny and wise beyond her years. We all say that she is a very old soul, inhabiting a very young body.
My daughter is the best at everything.
My daughter knows everything about everything even though she's only been around for a little more than a decade. (Classified ad in the paper: "Brand new encyclopedia for sale. Recently married. Wife knows everything.")
My daughter can do anything.
My daughter rocks!
There...I did it. I did in a few sentences exactly what I've been trying so hard not to do for so long now.
I'm sorry (disingenuously)
Really, I am (with sincerity this time)
I love and respect other children too. I know some truly wonderful little people. I really do think they are terrific too.
They all know who they are and, to their parents, I sincerely apologize if I've offended you in any way by singing my daughter's praises.
I'll never do it again.
Never.
Oh, by the way...did I tell you what my daughter did today...?
It seems like yesterday that my daughter was born. A cold winter day. Snow and ice everywhere.
A planned C-Section (I recently taped one for ABC's "World News"...not a pretty sight at all)
I remember it as if it just happened. The way I felt. The way she looked, just like my father's mother.
I love her just as much today as I did then...maybe more profoundly and with greater depth and understanding. Much more appreciation.
She represents me and my past and the future and my whole family back generations.
All fathers are proud (almost all...and a pox on them what ain't...fools.) All fathers (previous parenthetical comment) extoll the virtues of their children and are willing to talk about their children's accomplishments with anyone at anytime (and yet again...) You know the ones. They've got the license plate frame that says, " Let me tell you about my daughter."
Please don't.
I swore when my daughter was born that I would refrain from "waving her flag", from boring people to death with her greatness. I thought it was tedious and when I have had to endure it I have wanted to hang myself. I swore I would never do that to anyone (unless of course I wanted them to leave or hang up and then I would unleash my daughter's copius achievements on them to get the result I was after...with marginal success, I might add)
But I will suspend my self-imposed ban here and now for one brief moment.
She is pretty and smart and bright and talented and strong and compassionate and sensitive and creative and funny and wise beyond her years. We all say that she is a very old soul, inhabiting a very young body.
My daughter is the best at everything.
My daughter knows everything about everything even though she's only been around for a little more than a decade. (Classified ad in the paper: "Brand new encyclopedia for sale. Recently married. Wife knows everything.")
My daughter can do anything.
My daughter rocks!
There...I did it. I did in a few sentences exactly what I've been trying so hard not to do for so long now.
I'm sorry (disingenuously)
Really, I am (with sincerity this time)
I love and respect other children too. I know some truly wonderful little people. I really do think they are terrific too.
They all know who they are and, to their parents, I sincerely apologize if I've offended you in any way by singing my daughter's praises.
I'll never do it again.
Never.
Oh, by the way...did I tell you what my daughter did today...?
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