There hasn't been much time or energy to write during this first month of 2012, due to schedule and a nasty nasty nasty respiratory bug that traveled home with Mr and Mrs OS from their vacation in England. Yes, flu shots were administered last fall, and it didn't seem to make a bit of difference this year.
Still, some wonderful moments occurred, such as a trip to Louisville to hear the Royal Philharmonic with Pinchas Zukerman on the podium, and performing the Bruch violin concerto as well. Brahms 4 occupied the second half, featuring flawless string playing, and inspiring work from the principal flautist. A piece like this is the musical version of wire-walking in one's BVD's--if it goes well, no one notices, but if things go slightly pear-shaped it's immediately evident. The highlight of the evening was Zukerman's 'pep talk' to the audience after the main concert, followed by an inspired performance of Elgar's Nimrod. He reminded the audience of his first visit to their fair city in 1969, and urged them to get their orchestra underway again. The packed house cheered for him as he spoke.
It may take a long time, given the bitterness in the air. This bit of labor rant, complete with every device of class envy the author could muster was published in response to this perhaps ill-time and advised public pronouncement by one of the Louisville Orchestra's board members. Turns out that the orchestra members had been claiming unemployment benefits, on the basis they had been locked out. The State of Kentucky had recently ruled that, in reality, the musicians are on strike. Not only are they not eligible to collect, they owe the money they collected back! Not a happy situation, to say the least.
The turnout at Royal Phil was impressive--every seat filled. There is an audience for this music, but not for a snake-bit situation as exists locally. The solution may be to have other orchestras play in Louisville while on tour for the next 3-5 years, put the LO on ice, let tempers cool and reason have a chance to reassert itself.
It was also a month that included one of those frustrating 'customer representative' experiences with OS's wireless carrier, Verizon Wireless. They sold him a phone that didn't work, after assuring him all was well. It cost many hours to straighten out the snafu. The worst experience was with Danny, who didn't see the logic in making an adjustment in the bill that might begin to faintly recognize the chaos created. Danny, and presumably Verizon, are perfectly happy to let thousands of dollars a year from a long-standing customer walk out the door, while informing his friends and family of the shabby treatment.
OK, Danny. You win. Verizon must not need customers, so OS is happy to recommend his readers shop elsewhere, as he plans to do as well. The money for your salary, package and pension will miraculously materialize from somewhere as the customers snap the checkbook shut, so don't-chew-worry-yohself-one-bit. You're Danny, from Verizon. Nothing bad could happen to you.
Finally, the election fever is upon us. Never have words seemed to mean less, or the stakes been higher, or the world situation more fragile. So, that's why we follow Newt's ex-wife breathlessly, and pore over Mitt's tax return (500 ***** pages? That's a tax code we can live with?), debating whether he pays enough taxes. How's about instead we allllll learn how to build substantial worth by honest means?
Herman Cain seems like a footnote now, but OS rues his absence. There is something about the man that frightens people like Obama, Mitt, Newt, McCain, Biden. His approach is simple, he's basically come back from death's door in recovering from cancer, and he knows how to relate to people.
But life is looking up--baseball spring training begins soon, and the NCAA tournament and The Masters aren't far behind. Today's round in Abu Dhabi with Luke Donald, Rory McIlroy and Tiger Woods in the same threesome brought joy to the heart, as did Louisville's wins at Pittsburgh and at home.
Still in recovery mode. Till next time.
OS
Showing posts with label Herman Cain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Herman Cain. Show all posts
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Herman Cain Dust-Up: A Couple Of Additional Questions
ABC News asks a cogent question: Who, exactly, are Cain's accusers?
Another good one is: Where are they? After all, if we are to be about the business of tarnishing the reputation of a public person, seems that going public would be the thing to do. A good rule of thumb would be: If'n yew don't wantcher pictcher in the paper or alllllll over the internet, don't deliberately say and do stuff that creates media interest. Sorta' like, don't cover yerrself in hunney and walk into a big anthill.
So, here we are, with the wheels coming off Europe, riots ginning up in California, the professors of Southern Illinois University on strike (Really, ya'll! Why do folks with tenure go on strike?), another trading firm gone tits-up with 700 million of the clients' dollars missing, run by one of Obama's ardent supporters (Jon Corzine, former senator, former governor of New Jersey), large swaths of the Middle East in chaos, Iran working on a nuke--so let's spend our time obsessing about....drumroll please/the envelope please....what Herman Cain did or didn't do in the 1990's (the age of, ummm, Bill Clinton).
Hmmm....
So, OS has another question or two as he scratches hiz ole' grey head in puzzlement: Let's assume, fer the sake of argumint, that all those tarrrible thangs they sayin' 'bout Herman iz true! Does it disqualify him from running or taking office? Really?
Remember the stock phrases about Bill Clinton?
It's not about character, all that matters are his policies.
This does not rise to the level of an impeachable offence.
It's his business what he does with that cigar and that intern, none of ours.
He wasn't lying when he denied 'having sex with that woman, Miss Lewinsky', now was he? All that stuff they were engaging in in that bathroom off the Oval Office, that wasn't really sex, you know.
So, Bill is lionized, with all his actual misbehavior documented in detail. Herman is vilified, based upon anonymous allegations.
Which leads to another question:
Is there one set of rules for white Democrats, and another for black Republicans?
(Remember the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court confirmation hearings? This all feels soooooo familiar to those of us alive to have witnessed that dog-n-pony show.) It was a replay of the Robert Bork debacle, only with the hoods and burning crosses on display for good measure.
Which leads to another question, which OS refers to as the 'Homer Simpson Question':
Is there anyone alive, who has really engaged the world, attempted to get stuff done, worked with all manner of people, who hasn't had a few Homer Simpson moments along the way?
OS can certainly look back to more than a few moments of 'Dooooh!'. He actually owns up to a 'Decade of Doooooh!' He works diligently to not create more of them, to put another day of distance between him and them with every day that passes. But he, like everyone else alive, is not immune. It doesn't mean he doesn't go out and engage the world today.
Herman deserves the same consideration, in the humble of opinion of a life member of the 'Dooooh!' fraternity. Last time OS checked, Herman only smokes his cigars, and didn't illegally take 700 million of his clients' funds and lose them on the roulette wheel of the European sovereign debt casino.
That, ya'll, is an actual 'Dooooooh!' event.
Another good one is: Where are they? After all, if we are to be about the business of tarnishing the reputation of a public person, seems that going public would be the thing to do. A good rule of thumb would be: If'n yew don't wantcher pictcher in the paper or alllllll over the internet, don't deliberately say and do stuff that creates media interest. Sorta' like, don't cover yerrself in hunney and walk into a big anthill.
So, here we are, with the wheels coming off Europe, riots ginning up in California, the professors of Southern Illinois University on strike (Really, ya'll! Why do folks with tenure go on strike?), another trading firm gone tits-up with 700 million of the clients' dollars missing, run by one of Obama's ardent supporters (Jon Corzine, former senator, former governor of New Jersey), large swaths of the Middle East in chaos, Iran working on a nuke--so let's spend our time obsessing about....drumroll please/the envelope please....what Herman Cain did or didn't do in the 1990's (the age of, ummm, Bill Clinton).
Hmmm....
So, OS has another question or two as he scratches hiz ole' grey head in puzzlement: Let's assume, fer the sake of argumint, that all those tarrrible thangs they sayin' 'bout Herman iz true! Does it disqualify him from running or taking office? Really?
Remember the stock phrases about Bill Clinton?
It's not about character, all that matters are his policies.
This does not rise to the level of an impeachable offence.
It's his business what he does with that cigar and that intern, none of ours.
He wasn't lying when he denied 'having sex with that woman, Miss Lewinsky', now was he? All that stuff they were engaging in in that bathroom off the Oval Office, that wasn't really sex, you know.
So, Bill is lionized, with all his actual misbehavior documented in detail. Herman is vilified, based upon anonymous allegations.
Which leads to another question:
Is there one set of rules for white Democrats, and another for black Republicans?
(Remember the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court confirmation hearings? This all feels soooooo familiar to those of us alive to have witnessed that dog-n-pony show.) It was a replay of the Robert Bork debacle, only with the hoods and burning crosses on display for good measure.
Which leads to another question, which OS refers to as the 'Homer Simpson Question':
Is there anyone alive, who has really engaged the world, attempted to get stuff done, worked with all manner of people, who hasn't had a few Homer Simpson moments along the way?
OS can certainly look back to more than a few moments of 'Dooooh!'. He actually owns up to a 'Decade of Doooooh!' He works diligently to not create more of them, to put another day of distance between him and them with every day that passes. But he, like everyone else alive, is not immune. It doesn't mean he doesn't go out and engage the world today.
Herman deserves the same consideration, in the humble of opinion of a life member of the 'Dooooh!' fraternity. Last time OS checked, Herman only smokes his cigars, and didn't illegally take 700 million of his clients' funds and lose them on the roulette wheel of the European sovereign debt casino.
That, ya'll, is an actual 'Dooooooh!' event.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Laffer WSJ Essay On Cain's 9-9-9 Plan
OS in the midst of a long season of grinding work on little details--these seasons come and go. It is so good to look at them in retrospect, however, rather like the author who declares' 'I love to have written.'
In the meantime, OS will try to keep sharing tidbits of insight from better minds than his, in this case, Arthur Laffer's WSJ essay in support of the Cain 9-9-9 plan.
Laffer was a key advisor to President Reagan, and architect of the economic revival that finally took hold in the 1980's. For those who lived through 1980, we remember just how grim it was, and all of it-all of it--a direct result of governmental venality and ineptitude. This article is worth the read.
One of the grinding tasks of these weeks has been the family tax return. It is complex, laborious, depressing work. At the bottom of the form 1040, the summation of all the other forms, is the signature line. It states that the taxpayer, under penalty of perjury under the federal tax code, certifies that the return is accurate. OS and Mrs. OS signed, and we both sleep well at night over the declaration, but there is really no way to know whether the return is inside or outside the lines of the law. It's too complex, and the numbers can be sliced any number of ways. The productive time robbed from the family in compliance with the tax code is galling.
All this to say: OS loves his country, and is grateful to pay taxes to it. Even if 9-9-9 increases his tax bill, if it reduces the administrative burden as advertised, it is a wonderful trade-off.
Please, take 9-9-9 for the privilege of citizenship. Otherwise, leave OS alone, and let him go make more money to extract 9-9-9 from.
In the meantime, OS will try to keep sharing tidbits of insight from better minds than his, in this case, Arthur Laffer's WSJ essay in support of the Cain 9-9-9 plan.
Laffer was a key advisor to President Reagan, and architect of the economic revival that finally took hold in the 1980's. For those who lived through 1980, we remember just how grim it was, and all of it-all of it--a direct result of governmental venality and ineptitude. This article is worth the read.
One of the grinding tasks of these weeks has been the family tax return. It is complex, laborious, depressing work. At the bottom of the form 1040, the summation of all the other forms, is the signature line. It states that the taxpayer, under penalty of perjury under the federal tax code, certifies that the return is accurate. OS and Mrs. OS signed, and we both sleep well at night over the declaration, but there is really no way to know whether the return is inside or outside the lines of the law. It's too complex, and the numbers can be sliced any number of ways. The productive time robbed from the family in compliance with the tax code is galling.
All this to say: OS loves his country, and is grateful to pay taxes to it. Even if 9-9-9 increases his tax bill, if it reduces the administrative burden as advertised, it is a wonderful trade-off.
Please, take 9-9-9 for the privilege of citizenship. Otherwise, leave OS alone, and let him go make more money to extract 9-9-9 from.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Herman Cain's 9-9-9: Denninger Does Math, OS Does Brunch
There is an increasing public conversation about Herman Cain's proposal for a radical restructuring of the US Tax Code, known as 9-9-9: 9% personal rate and corporate rate, 9% capital gains rate, 9% national sales tax.
The reaction to Cain ranges from the dismissive to the hysterical, but Denninger discusses the math.
To be sure, this gent gets wound up about everything, but get past that, and he makes sense, because he does know how to do math.
OS thinks this approach holds much promise, if coupled with dramatic reductions in government expenditure.
And, on a visceral level: OS loves his country, and knows that it takes money to run it. That's why we should levy taxes--to raise money to run the country. The present tax code is so completely Byzantine that when OS signs on the line above the phrase 'Under penalty of perjury, etc.', he honestly does not know with complete certainty whether the return is truly correct or no. All he can do is make his best effort and hope. It eats up days of productive time each year, and creates huges worries.
President Cain could sign 9-9-9 into law, and OS would cheer. Every time OS has money arrive, he can multiply the income by .9, and send that much in to Uncle Sam.
A one page tax-return is all that would be required.
If 9-9-9 isn't enough, make it 10-10-10, or 12-12-12. Just take our money, spend it wisely, and leave us alone otherwise. We'll all prosper thereby, as OS was relating to his young friend the RestaurantOwner, over brunch this morning...
RestaurantOwner employs twelve people, and has other business interests as well. The Federal gubbmint is beating him around the ears financially, while proclaiming 'it's all about job creation, yadda-yadda-yadda.' RestaurantOwner is attracted to Cain as well, because it will allow him to work and expand his business, and have time for his wife and family.
Increasingly, OS thinks Cain laps the field of the other candidates. His ideas are long overdue. We're headed over the cliff unless we change direction.
The reaction to Cain ranges from the dismissive to the hysterical, but Denninger discusses the math.
To be sure, this gent gets wound up about everything, but get past that, and he makes sense, because he does know how to do math.
OS thinks this approach holds much promise, if coupled with dramatic reductions in government expenditure.
And, on a visceral level: OS loves his country, and knows that it takes money to run it. That's why we should levy taxes--to raise money to run the country. The present tax code is so completely Byzantine that when OS signs on the line above the phrase 'Under penalty of perjury, etc.', he honestly does not know with complete certainty whether the return is truly correct or no. All he can do is make his best effort and hope. It eats up days of productive time each year, and creates huges worries.
President Cain could sign 9-9-9 into law, and OS would cheer. Every time OS has money arrive, he can multiply the income by .9, and send that much in to Uncle Sam.
A one page tax-return is all that would be required.
If 9-9-9 isn't enough, make it 10-10-10, or 12-12-12. Just take our money, spend it wisely, and leave us alone otherwise. We'll all prosper thereby, as OS was relating to his young friend the RestaurantOwner, over brunch this morning...
RestaurantOwner employs twelve people, and has other business interests as well. The Federal gubbmint is beating him around the ears financially, while proclaiming 'it's all about job creation, yadda-yadda-yadda.' RestaurantOwner is attracted to Cain as well, because it will allow him to work and expand his business, and have time for his wife and family.
Increasingly, OS thinks Cain laps the field of the other candidates. His ideas are long overdue. We're headed over the cliff unless we change direction.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Herman Cain Swims With The Sharks: American Thinker
Admittedly, and before the first paragraph, we learn, to the author's credit, that he is an associate of Herman Cain. But given that, this article is still an excellent read.
C. Edmund Wright shares his thoughts on why Cain may not be such a long shot, and the comments from readers tend to be thoughtful, not the hysterical rants of people who are JustFedUpAndWon'tTakeAnotherMinuteOfThisNonsense.
A quick sample from the essay, which OS shares in hopes his readers will click that link above.
He says only glowing things about the people who are competing with him for the job he wants now -- which is the job of opposing Obama. He was clearly the favorite opponent of all the candidates. He no doubt would win the "he's my second choice" sweepstakes among conservatives. That is related to the "I would support him if I thought he could win" crowd. Cain wins those hands down.
OS repeats his earlier premise, yet again: In times like these, where it feels like things are coming a bit unwound, exactly what we don't need is some messianic figure riding in over the horizon on his white horse proclaiming 'I'm a' gonna' fix it all, fer' sure, and right quickly, too!!' That was Obama's ploy, and here we are. That's Rick Perry's language and manner, and Michelle Bachmann's.
As a matter of fact, that person on the white horse does not exist, except in romance novels, TV shows and movies. Those of us who were blessed to live during Reagan's terms look back with great fondness, sometimes forgetting what a hard, grim slog it was to retrieve the country from the decade of Nixon and Carter. Reagan looks messianic in retrospect, but he did not appear that way in prospect, 1980 landslide or no.
When the building is burning down around you, what's needed is a calm, experienced grown-up who knows where to hook up the fire hoses, where to tell the crew to direct the water, and where to look for the folks trapped inside. The operative words being 'calm' and 'experienced'. Hand out medals later--that's a memo to the Nobel Prize Committee, by the way. The white horse is completely optional.
So, while OS isn't just outright cheering for anyone yet, he has been interested enough in Mr. Cain's efforts to kick small amounts of cash into his till. While the question of his eventual victory remains wide open, he and his ideas deserve to be heard--and at this stage of proceedings, that's all anyone can expect.
If any of OS's readership are interested in doing likewise, that link is here.
C. Edmund Wright shares his thoughts on why Cain may not be such a long shot, and the comments from readers tend to be thoughtful, not the hysterical rants of people who are JustFedUpAndWon'tTakeAnotherMinuteOfThisNonsense.
A quick sample from the essay, which OS shares in hopes his readers will click that link above.
He says only glowing things about the people who are competing with him for the job he wants now -- which is the job of opposing Obama. He was clearly the favorite opponent of all the candidates. He no doubt would win the "he's my second choice" sweepstakes among conservatives. That is related to the "I would support him if I thought he could win" crowd. Cain wins those hands down.
OS repeats his earlier premise, yet again: In times like these, where it feels like things are coming a bit unwound, exactly what we don't need is some messianic figure riding in over the horizon on his white horse proclaiming 'I'm a' gonna' fix it all, fer' sure, and right quickly, too!!' That was Obama's ploy, and here we are. That's Rick Perry's language and manner, and Michelle Bachmann's.
As a matter of fact, that person on the white horse does not exist, except in romance novels, TV shows and movies. Those of us who were blessed to live during Reagan's terms look back with great fondness, sometimes forgetting what a hard, grim slog it was to retrieve the country from the decade of Nixon and Carter. Reagan looks messianic in retrospect, but he did not appear that way in prospect, 1980 landslide or no.
When the building is burning down around you, what's needed is a calm, experienced grown-up who knows where to hook up the fire hoses, where to tell the crew to direct the water, and where to look for the folks trapped inside. The operative words being 'calm' and 'experienced'. Hand out medals later--that's a memo to the Nobel Prize Committee, by the way. The white horse is completely optional.
So, while OS isn't just outright cheering for anyone yet, he has been interested enough in Mr. Cain's efforts to kick small amounts of cash into his till. While the question of his eventual victory remains wide open, he and his ideas deserve to be heard--and at this stage of proceedings, that's all anyone can expect.
If any of OS's readership are interested in doing likewise, that link is here.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Language, Image, Film Technique, Message, And OS's Sense Of Disquiet: The New Rick Perry Ad
Here's the new ad:
It's really quite something, not the least for the amount of money and time necessarily burned to create it. This isn't Darryl-Bob living in his momma's basement with all his worldly goods tied up in his Mac gear. It takes a real studio that can edit and flow together all those images (from all those sources) and sounds (from all those sources), including a clever piece of scoring. It takes a real film-maker to put this together. There aren't that many good ones out there (lotsa wannabees, to be sure), and they don't come cheap. It takes a good deal of expensive time to create this, a lot of thought and planning. Video runs at 30 frames per-second, and can be edited within frames. Not one half-frame of this piece was not thought through carefully, and this probably is the twentieth rendition of the piece--the one released to the public.
It's obvious the famous LBJ campaign ad that so effectively hung the prospect of nuclear war around the neck of Goldwater was studied closely.
This piece intended to scare the living daylights out of the viewer, and OS must say, it does the job--in the second half, where the 'reveal' of Rick Perry as the solution to our national ills takes place. The words he speaks are lifted almost verbatim from Reagan; if you must crib from someone, the Gipper is a good place to visit. He speaks in a Texas accent, in a voice just a few tones deeper (bass-baritone vs. tenor) than George W. Bush, that same direct style and blunt use of short phrases of English. (That was chilling by itself, as we found out in early 2005 that Dubyah didn't really believe in most of what he was saying in 2004. It was really a downhill journey from there.)
In short, the whole thing is what we who work with copyrights call a 'derivative work', like Alan Sherman's comic lyrical treatments of classical tunes, or Wierd Al Yankovic's send-ups of pop tunes. It is work that draws its life by its references to other, earlier, creations. Nothing inherently immoral about it, happens all the time, but there is the moral hazard implicit that both creator and listener forget to remember the sources, and then we're off to the races in a fog of uncertainty. There are people of my generation who hear the famous 'Dance of the Hours' (by Ponchielli) and begin singing 'Hello, Muddah/ Hello, Fadduh/ Here I am in Camp Granada...', thinking Alan Sherman wrote the entire piece.
So, OS is left with the question after the ad: Is Rick Perry as incapable of original thought as the present occupant of the White House? Does he operate in images or language as he goes about his daily rounds? Can he clearly articulate in PlainEnglish what he thinks, and intends, and communicate that?
Or are we supposed to embrace Governor Perry as a Messianic hero coming to ride to our rescue?
Just like so many embraced the present occupant of the White House...remember 2008, anyone?
We need grownups who can do math, manage people, mentally operate and communicate in PlainEnglish, not images and emotion. Someone who can make rational decisions, and stand up to a world replete with mass murderers in charge of nations.
That's why this video scares the bejeezuz out of OS, and why Herman Cain continues to hold OS's interest.
It's really quite something, not the least for the amount of money and time necessarily burned to create it. This isn't Darryl-Bob living in his momma's basement with all his worldly goods tied up in his Mac gear. It takes a real studio that can edit and flow together all those images (from all those sources) and sounds (from all those sources), including a clever piece of scoring. It takes a real film-maker to put this together. There aren't that many good ones out there (lotsa wannabees, to be sure), and they don't come cheap. It takes a good deal of expensive time to create this, a lot of thought and planning. Video runs at 30 frames per-second, and can be edited within frames. Not one half-frame of this piece was not thought through carefully, and this probably is the twentieth rendition of the piece--the one released to the public.
It's obvious the famous LBJ campaign ad that so effectively hung the prospect of nuclear war around the neck of Goldwater was studied closely.
This piece intended to scare the living daylights out of the viewer, and OS must say, it does the job--in the second half, where the 'reveal' of Rick Perry as the solution to our national ills takes place. The words he speaks are lifted almost verbatim from Reagan; if you must crib from someone, the Gipper is a good place to visit. He speaks in a Texas accent, in a voice just a few tones deeper (bass-baritone vs. tenor) than George W. Bush, that same direct style and blunt use of short phrases of English. (That was chilling by itself, as we found out in early 2005 that Dubyah didn't really believe in most of what he was saying in 2004. It was really a downhill journey from there.)
In short, the whole thing is what we who work with copyrights call a 'derivative work', like Alan Sherman's comic lyrical treatments of classical tunes, or Wierd Al Yankovic's send-ups of pop tunes. It is work that draws its life by its references to other, earlier, creations. Nothing inherently immoral about it, happens all the time, but there is the moral hazard implicit that both creator and listener forget to remember the sources, and then we're off to the races in a fog of uncertainty. There are people of my generation who hear the famous 'Dance of the Hours' (by Ponchielli) and begin singing 'Hello, Muddah/ Hello, Fadduh/ Here I am in Camp Granada...', thinking Alan Sherman wrote the entire piece.
So, OS is left with the question after the ad: Is Rick Perry as incapable of original thought as the present occupant of the White House? Does he operate in images or language as he goes about his daily rounds? Can he clearly articulate in PlainEnglish what he thinks, and intends, and communicate that?
Or are we supposed to embrace Governor Perry as a Messianic hero coming to ride to our rescue?
Just like so many embraced the present occupant of the White House...remember 2008, anyone?
We need grownups who can do math, manage people, mentally operate and communicate in PlainEnglish, not images and emotion. Someone who can make rational decisions, and stand up to a world replete with mass murderers in charge of nations.
That's why this video scares the bejeezuz out of OS, and why Herman Cain continues to hold OS's interest.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
It's Getting Ugly Out There: Janeane Garofolo Rants About Herman Cain
Sort of a Department of HUH?? moment, ya'll. Why either of them would burn air time over a retired business exec from Atlanta who decides to run for President is waaaay beyond OS's abilities to comprehend. The man's got all the money he can spend for as long as he wishes to spend it, and Miss Janeane opines that he's been bought off by the BigBadMean Wepubwikans.
Actually, Herman probably makes establishment Republicans highly nervous, since he does understand math, knows how to explain it to his audiences, and doesn't care what the GOP National Committee thinks about him.
Oh, well, ya'll. Read it and see if Miz Garofolo makes any sense to you...
The full transcripts of her remarks on Countdown with Keith Olbermann:
Actually, Herman probably makes establishment Republicans highly nervous, since he does understand math, knows how to explain it to his audiences, and doesn't care what the GOP National Committee thinks about him.
Oh, well, ya'll. Read it and see if Miz Garofolo makes any sense to you...
The full transcripts of her remarks on Countdown with Keith Olbermann:
GAROFALO: In this presidential race, because he deflects the racism that is inherent in the Republican Party, the conservative movement, the Tea Party, certainly, over the last 30 years the Republican Party has moved more and more to the right, but also race-baiting more, gay-baiting more and religion-baiting more; but Herman Cain, I feel like, is being paid by somebody to be involved and to run for president, so that you can go, 'Oh, yeah. They can't be racist! It's a black guy, it's a black guy who is asking for Obama to be impeached.' Or, 'It's a black guy who's anti-Muslim.' Or, 'It's a black guy who is a Tea Party guy.' And I feel like, well, wouldn't that suit the purposes of whomever astroturfs these things-- whether it be the Koch brothers, or ALEC, or Grover Norquist or any anything. Or it could even be Karl Rove. Let's get Herman Cain involved so it deflects the obvious racism of our Republican Party.
OLBERMANN: Well I mean, would that be separate of his delusions of grandeur, or were they just taking advantage of it...?
GAROFALO: He's a business man!
OLBERMANN: He's a business man, ultimately!
GAROFALO: Whoever pays him and he may have a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. There may be a touch of Stockholm Syndrome in there, because any time I see a person of color or a female in the Republican Party or the conservative movement or the Tea Party, I wonder how they could be trying to curry favor with the oppressors. Is it Stockholm Syndrome or does somebody pay them?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Herman Cain Announces His Run For 2012
The exploratory committee website is here.
Cain, if the reader is not familiar with the gent, is a highly successful business executive (Coca-Cola, Pillsbury, Godfather's Pizza, amongst other other accomplishments), with a masters degree in math from Purdue, cancer survivor, talk show host in Atlanta. He rose from humble circumstances in Atlanta, and is an inspirational gent.
Will he win the Presidency? Who knows? But his voice needs to be heard, and he'll make life utterly miserable for Obama and company, if for no other reason than their inability to play the race and victim cards.
OS looks forward to following his campaign.
Now, lessee if The Donald will join in. That would really make things interesting! He may well yet. He'd be able to look into the camera in November 2012 and tell Obama 'You're Fired!'.
Whoowee! Here we go!
Cain, if the reader is not familiar with the gent, is a highly successful business executive (Coca-Cola, Pillsbury, Godfather's Pizza, amongst other other accomplishments), with a masters degree in math from Purdue, cancer survivor, talk show host in Atlanta. He rose from humble circumstances in Atlanta, and is an inspirational gent.
Will he win the Presidency? Who knows? But his voice needs to be heard, and he'll make life utterly miserable for Obama and company, if for no other reason than their inability to play the race and victim cards.
OS looks forward to following his campaign.
Now, lessee if The Donald will join in. That would really make things interesting! He may well yet. He'd be able to look into the camera in November 2012 and tell Obama 'You're Fired!'.
Whoowee! Here we go!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Herman Cain: A Thunderous Voice From The Right
Surfing, and tripped upon C-Span's coverage of Southern Republican Leadership Conference.
Sarah Palin wowed them yesterday, and it was amusing to watch as Obama strode out to the Rose Garden to slowly, deliberately, slowly, slowly make his announcement, to keep the coverage on Himself, and away from 'That Woman!' holding forth in New Orleans.
Herman Cain, by contrast, thundered like the voice of Moses coming down from the mountain bearing the tablets.
Couldn't find today's speech, but this from 2009 should give you a hint. Don't worry, you'll get the gist of him about thirty seconds in. Hang on to your hats!
By contrast, Ron Paul rambled, drawing cheers and boos, and was rather incoherent, if passionate and well-meaning. GOP chair Michael Steele was met with a tepid response. He's toast.
OS does wonder what it would be like to see Mr. Cain run for President.
It would be amusing to see Obama's folks try to label him a racist!
Sarah Palin wowed them yesterday, and it was amusing to watch as Obama strode out to the Rose Garden to slowly, deliberately, slowly, slowly make his announcement, to keep the coverage on Himself, and away from 'That Woman!' holding forth in New Orleans.
Herman Cain, by contrast, thundered like the voice of Moses coming down from the mountain bearing the tablets.
Couldn't find today's speech, but this from 2009 should give you a hint. Don't worry, you'll get the gist of him about thirty seconds in. Hang on to your hats!
By contrast, Ron Paul rambled, drawing cheers and boos, and was rather incoherent, if passionate and well-meaning. GOP chair Michael Steele was met with a tepid response. He's toast.
OS does wonder what it would be like to see Mr. Cain run for President.
It would be amusing to see Obama's folks try to label him a racist!
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