I’m calling BS on Obama is a loving grandson story

While on vacation this week in Hawaii, President-elect Barack Obama has scattered his grandmother’s ashes in his own “private” memorial service.

Obama is portrayed by our media as a loving grandson, jetting to his grandmother’s side in the last weeks of her life, tossing her ashes in the ocean in the same spot where he honored his mother.

Obama's grandmother died on November 2, just two days before he was elected the first African-American president of the United States. Obama had rushed to his grandmother's side two weeks before she died, fearing she would not witness
what became his victory.

"She was the cornerstone of our family, and a woman of extraordinary accomplishment, strength, and humility," Obama said in a joint statement with his sister in November.

"She was the person who encouraged and allowed us to take chances ... Our debt to her is beyond measure."

Sorry Obama-rama fans. I’m calling BS on this loving grandson story. I am appalled and disgusted that our commander-in-chief was incapable of being the comforter-in-chief for his own family in the weeks following his grandmother’s death.

Where was he during the memorial service held for her in November? The one attended by her friends and her community. The campaign was over, he was elected president, and he had no particular plans that week. He was, after all, the in-coming most powerful man in the western world. I think he could have cleared his schedule to help honor the woman who “poured everything she had into me."

When did we run out of dead presidents and patriots?

I heard a report this morning so obscene that had to be true. I live in the City of Angels, after all.

The daily fish-wrap is reporting that The Los Angeles Unified School District (LAUSD) is selling the naming rights to the new downtown arts high school.

Here are the buildings available for naming, and the amount the school hopes to receive for each:

School - $25 million
Theater - $5 million
Dance program - $2 million
Drama program - $2 million
Music program - $2 million
Administration building - $2 million
Visual arts building - $2 million
Library - $3 million
Amphitheater - $1 million
Black box theater - $1 million

LAUSD has banned selling a can of cola, to protect the health of the children, but they do not seem to have a problem selling out the children a la Staples Center, Home Depot Center, Disney Concert Hall, etc.

Maybe I’m starting to show my age, but there was a certain pride in being a Hamilton Yankee, a Kennedy Cougar, or a Lincoln Tiger.

Who wouldn’t be excited to cheer for Roosevelt High – home of the Rough Riders?

So, what are they going to call these poor kids?

• The CitiBank Bailouts?
• The Wachovia Bankruptcies?
• The AIG Cash-Cows?
• The GM Money Grubbers?

Al Gore's '12 Days of Global Warming'

For your holiday pleasure. I have a feeling this will not make the anti-Christmas/Chanukah-songs-at-the-elementary-school-"Winter" Programs.

Al Gore's '12 Days of Global Warming'

What did Rahm Emanuel do and when did he do it?

Are we really surprised that Rahm Emanuel and the Office of the President-Elect might actually be tied to Chicagoland-style dirty politics?

The New York Times headline today screams: Emanuel Had Contact With Governor’s Office on Senate Seat

The Chicago Tribune reported that communications between Mr. Emanuel and the governor, both Democrats, had been captured on court-approved wiretaps, but Obama associates gave conflicting accounts of the interactions.

Obama aides have said privately that Mr. Emanuel did not engage in any deal-making with Mr. Blagojevich, whom federal prosecutors charged last week with conspiring to turn a profit from the appointment.

Well, I suppose time will tell what Emanuel knew and what his role was in the attempted sale of the Illinois Senate seat vacated by Mr. Obama, not to mention the president-elect himself.

But considering that Mr. Emanuel has already found his way to Cheney’s secret underground bunker, we might already know the answer.

If you lay down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas

The presidential inauguration is more than a month, and yet president-elect Obama is surrounded by more corruption, scandals and crooks than Bill Clinton was after 8 years in office.

The latest accuasations surround Governor Rod Blagojevich. Blago is accused of trying to sell Barack Obama’s vacated Senate seat. Blago has ties to Tony Rezko, another cohort of President-elect Obama.

During the campaign, the Republicans (too late in my opinion) tried to raise the issue of character where Mr. Obama was concerned.

Character counts. Who you associate with, counts. Who you are friends with, counts. Where you attend church, and who your pastor is, counts.

It comes down to 7th grade algebra.

If A = B and B = C, than A = C.

President-elect Obama is a product of the Chicago machine. The Chicago political machine is corrupt. Therefore President-elect Obama is corrupt.

Just wait and see ......

Planned Parenthood is EVIL, EVIL, EVIL

Once again, Planned Parenthood has shown they true colors. Once again, Planned Parenthood is at the center of controversy. Once again, Planned Parenthood is willing to stand up for statutory rape. Lovely. Wonderful.

Not even worthy of dead fish

Every once in a while the fish wrap of record here in Los Angeles just out does itself. Sunday, November 30th was one of those days.

Front and center on Page 1 was this article, A quarter-century marriage to a man behind bars. Lucky us, it’s the first of a three part series.

I found the article a pathetic piece of journalism, and a waste of black and white that could have been better spent.

I am no feminist, but this piece, in my opinion, portrayed this woman as a heroine, and her relationship with this convicted criminal romantic and tragic.

In a physical exile, they would share the closest of bonds. Their correspondence would fill boxes, and they would chat on a prison phone through bulletproof glass for hours at a time.

(skip)

There was a kiss, but no dancing or cake. For her wedding night, she drove back down U.S. 50 to her apartment, made dinner and went to bed alone.

It is not romantic. It is, however, tragic, as is our “heroine.”

She was drawn to people who were different. She loved to debate a wannabe Black Panther in her dorm just to hear his ideas. But her interest in classes was haphazard, and she dropped out after her second year. She took a job at a bar and wondered where circumstances would take her next.

Our hero is a drug addict and a thief, who became a member of the Aryan gang in prison.

But outside the house, he was defiant and stirring a fury of trouble. He started smoking weed and popping barbiturates at 12. He first stuck his arm with a needle full of heroin at 14.

Arrests added up: narcotics, burglary, assault. In the 11th grade, he punched a teacher and was sent to a boys detention camp in Trabuco Canyon. When he got out and landed in more trouble, his probation officer gave him a choice between jail and the Marines. Robert made it through basic training, but was kicked out for twice going AWOL on drug jags.

By the late 1960s, he was robbing convenience stores to buy heroin.

Our heroine and hero meet. They can’t help it. She’s married to his brother. In June 1984, after she divorces brother #1, she marries brother #2 (the convict) in prison.

Her first letters were filled with idle chat and family news. Soon she found herself drawn to Robert in the way she was drawn to the wannabe Black Panther in the dorms at Kansas State. She found in Robert someone craving to express himself. Pam didn't realize how much she needed to do the same.

Oh, dear Lord … it goes on and on like this. How tragic. How romantic. How poetic.

How disgusting. How horrifying. How pathetic.