My wireless keyboard
acts like Obama often does, when its batteries are low. I type
ABCD and it produces AbC8. Cyber boy must need a
And what's this "commemorate our
common heritage and common sacrifices"? Granted, we have
very limited knowledge about robo-president's past, here on earth, but
we do know of the Obama's history with British East Africa (later
The Obamas were Mau-Maus
(why am I suddenly thinking of Otis
Day at the Dexter Lake Club?) Anyway, considering how the
British Army dispatched the Mau-Maus, including grampa Bam, I don't
think you call that a common sacrifice? I mean, yeah, a sacrifice
by Gramps, who hear-tell was a bit teched in the head
afterwards, but it was mostly fun for the Brits, one
switched to Firefox 4 last week, and was initially pleased. Then,
after spending more time than I should have had to, to get Firefox to
save open windows on closing (still not accomplished), this. When
tried to post this morning I got the Blogger sign-in page. I
about 20 times without success. Okay, I went to IE and signed
using the same PW. But I don't like IE, because it's like an old
wearing stinky perfume. It smells like a funeral parlor. But
there you have it.
Last week I activated the Verizon cellphone my son Hucker gave
me. I never
wanted one, but realized it was nice to have in case I drove to the
store and forget where I was. He thought it was nice, because when that
happened his mom called and told him, "go find your father." This
Verizon phone met my one criterion; it was a pre-paid
account, so no additional Verizon bills. At 99/call, the initial $10
should last through Christmas, at least.
Anyway, Mo Sup was out of town, so I called her with the number in case
she had to reach me. I also called my daughter and gave her the
number. I had a Dr. appointment, so in the waiting room I decided
check this thing out. It was dead. Not only was it dead,
after charging it up, it was dead. It's broke. I tried to
access My Verizon, but
I couldn't get in. Why? Because by now I had
Firefox 4.1, and Roboform was
no longer supported. Since Verizon
issues passwords every time you fart, over the years I've collected
about a million of them. I went down the list (using Roboform),
but none worked.
I don't need this shit. I don't want
this shit. I hate this shit. What a bunch of shit,
Over the past few weeks
I watched Ken Burns Baseball.
I skipped the premier run on PBS, because I wasn't willing
to commit to a series that long (and
I'm an all-or-nothing personality). Also, I was quite busy
here, saving the union from the spector of a "President Kerry." While I
it, somewhere around the 1960's it struck me that a better title would
be Ken Burns Civil Rights: Oppression of the American Negro.
While I acknowledge the injustice of barring Black Americans from
playing in the major leagues (through an owner's gentleman's
that was resolved by Jackie Robinson in 1949. But, no.
Burns is entirely caught up in the American Liberal's concept of
original sin, from which there is no atoning for. Ever.
Even electing a mystery man with no past as president, because he's
black, has only led to more racial turmoil.
Ken Burns style, of course, is to employ a kind-of deus-ex-machina device.
In his Civil War
series, it was the disembodied voice reading poignant letters, or
historians like Shelby Foote and FDR apologist Doris Kearns Goodwin
chipping in with historical insights, with still pictures in the
backdrop. In Baseball, Goodwin (is
she sleeping with Burns?) quite nicely recalls growing up in Brooklyn,
passion for the Dodgers. Baseball aficionado George Will is
there too. Negro League superstar Buck O'Neil was himself a
mainstay He has a kindly, sage visage, and is a very effective
story teller (I want to cite Uncle
Remus, but can't. Obviously).
So much time (I'm guessing about 30%) is spent on baseball's apartheid,
you played for a New York baseball club, or made a error whilst playing
for Boston, you may as well had never played. How can nearly a
full day's (22 hours) focus on the sport miss Cleveland's (Fear Strike Out) Jimmy Piersall?
Or knuckleballer Hoyt Wilhelm (whom I watch no-hit the hated
Yankees)? Nuh-uh. No time. The list goes on and on.
If you're are a young Black-kid watching
this series, you probably leave with a feeling of bitterness (as
did Jackie Robinson himself leave baseball). No wonder we can't
seem to move-on in this country. It's not allowed.
As an aside
- In my yoot, I despised Curt Flood for
challenging baseball's reserve clause, the system whereby a player was
owned by a club. Because it just made no sense to me that
could dictate to the owners how they run their business,
Especially in this, where as Flood points out, the public
perception was a battle of millionaire ball-players suing millionaire
owners for their freedom.
After watching Flood in this series, I grew to admire, and even like
him, without siding with him. This is not a bitter man, but a man. Who walked his talk. But
here's what made my jaw drop.
In 1994 the players went on strike (causing cancellation the World
over baseball owner's attempt to impose a salary cap. It came
federal judge to determine —
if baseball’s leaders had undermined collective bargaining by trying to
abandon some of the fundamental ways in which they dealt with the
players. The owners’ militancy symbolized their frustrations with
player salaries, and with how frequently the union had outflanked
management in negotiations and public relations.