Turning a Page…

Sean Hannity: Presidential Proctologist! is all riled up. His team has spent all day combing through the FBI texts that Il Douché called “BOMBSHELLS!” And no doubt, to Il Douché, they probably were; to everyone else, they’re familiar sentiments. “This can’t be happening” Peter Strozk wrote election night, followed later by “I’m so depressed” once the results were in. But, I guess if not applauding Il Douché is treasonous, these texts are capital crimes.

But: a couple of questions remain. Sean must think that judges are as dumb as his fan base, and when presented with a file filled with opposition research on Tr**p, and are told the information was gathered at the behest of qb the DNC or Clinton campaign was behind it.


And the complaint that Christopher Steele, the too-perfectly named agent behind the “dirty dossier,” got information about Tr**p’s dealing with the Russian government from—you better sit down—members of said Russian government makes no sense at all. Who are you supposed to get intel on the Russian gov’t from? Carter Page? (And, when you get down to it, this whole FISA abuse story ends up being about protecting the rights of a suspected Russian agent, which isn’t bad news for Carter Page, but not a good look for the military-obeisant White House.)

And if two people exchanging messages containing statements shared by more than half the county is the best they could come up with…(there’s also the shocking disclosure that Obama was very interested in hearing how the investigation is going—either Hillary’s emails, or Russian hacking of our election. They’re both proof of the left’s politization of law enforcement. This from a man who has no problem with Il Douché wanting to know if an assistant Attorney General is on his “team.” I guess that’s simply part of the “extreme vetting” all potential hires are subjected to…

Take now-former Staff Secretary Rob Porter, a man whose history of spousal abuse was known for weeks by the White House, but continued to have access to highly classified documents, even though he never had clearance. (Again, not a good look for an administration that continues to call for criminal prosecution of Hillary over an email server that might have exposed classified documents.)

And, hey! Look who helped write the release announcing Porter’s defenestration? Why, it’s Hope Hicks, Porter’s current paramour (which does not take her out of the Michael Wolff “Who is Tr**p shtupping” sweepstakes! We’re assuming his belief that there’s “nothing sweeter” than sleeping with another man’s wife” extends to the girlfriends of his staff.


Mental Cruelty!?!

I’ve not been ’round these parts lately—been working at Obitmagazine.com—come by and check us out, would you?—but reading a the President’s  response to the Sutherland Springs tragedy and need to comment.
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So Il Douché—who, of course, doesn’t want to politicize the issue—thinks the issue in Sutherland Springs was one of mental health? Given that his mental health is not exactly top-notch, not sure he should be making those judgements, but even if he’s right, that’s not the problem. The question is: should someone whose mental health was so suspect (I’d say crushing your infant son’s skull should raise warning flags), should he have been legally allowed to own guns? The NRA doesn’t seem to have a problem with it….does he?

On Sutherland Springs Texas

I wrote an editorial on the most recent mass shooting—this time in Sutherland Springs Texas, with more than 20 dead, including infants—for Obitmagazine.com.


Think You’re Having A Bad Day? It’s Still Better Than Todd Rundgren’s

Not only was the singer/songwriter/producer busted coming at the Canadian border, bringing marijuana into Jeff Sessions’ America (a land where Reefer Madness is considered a documentary) he was Farrah Fawcett-ed by Melissa Etheridge, who happened to be caught holding on the same day, and took the mellowest. most chill mugshot in the history of celebrity mugshots. Which meant he was greeted with this headline from TMZ:

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Nothing against Melissa Etheridge, but I’d take Something/Anything over any of her records…



Someone Else’s Nostalgia—X: 40 Years of Punk in Los Angeles

I was slow to appreciate the music coming out of LA in the late 70s/early 80s. There was too much good stuff in New York, or a cheap Laker Air ticket away in London. If London met the end of the postwar boom with a political howl and New York with a cynic’s shrug, early singles by Germs and others sounded, to my ears, like a nihilist tantrum. It made it easy to write them off, joking “our junkies are better than your junkies.”

I’ve since changed my mind. Los Angeles is now my home, and the city’s history is a fascinating subject.  Dropping by the preview of “X: 40 Years of Punk in Los Angeles,” opening today and up until February 25th at the Grammy Museum in Downtown LA, at times felt like being a guest in someone else’s nostalgia. I didn’t have the direct connection others felt (and it was interesting to read the opening of Chris Morris’ 1980 Rolling Stone story on the scene…which is, sadly, not available online), but I came away feeling the excitement and creativity of the era. (X also plays a part in my personal history of Los Angeles, as they were the first band I ever saw in LA, at the Roxy in November 1982.)


I love this photo. It looks like a still from a French New Wave movie. Photo credit: Anna Summa

Located on the museum’s second floor, there are hand bills and posters along one wall—a riot of clip art, press-on type, and rough-hewn design—and photos along the other; in the center, each band member has their own tall vitrine filled with mementos, a short bio on printed on the side. The polka-dot dress that was almost Exene’s trademark hangs in her display, alongside collages she made for her lyrics. DJ Bonebrake was a collector of t-shirts, and Billy Zoom has one of his guitars and two receipts from for rehearsal space rental, signed by Masque founder Brendan Mullen. 

For John Doe, the band’s bassist and co-writer, the exhibit was nothing short of “surreal.” It’s “very strange” to be confronted with the remnants of the band’s past, he said, especially seeing how X is still a working, gigging band, playing over 100 dates a year. But he laughed at the sight of a black mesh shirt, looking almost brand new next to a ragged denim jacket. “This proves the superiority of nylon,” he joked, adding that while he doubt he’d ever wear it again, he did save it. But his two favorite items are the notebook where he first wrote the lyrics for “Los Angeles,” and the first bass he ever owned. “You can see where I spilled beer or something on it, where the ink ran through,” he pointed out, and noted the sweat stains on his bass. “That’s life.”

Scott Goldman, the Museum’s Executive Director, took pride in the exhibit, pointing out his favorite item, an Olympia manual typewriter that John and Exene used to type out their lyrics. What made it so interesting, he said, was they couldn’t agree who it belonged to. When asked about it, Doe took the diplomatic way out: “we got it from a thrift shop on Santa Monica by Fairfax.”

While he was taking it all in, he brushed off the suggestion that something like the late 70s could happen again. “That’s the beauty of the a scene: it’s there for a moment and gone forever.” But X, even after 40 years and becoming literal museum pieces, plays on.




Sean Hannity: Presidential Proctologist! Ignoring the hand that groped you edition

Sean Hannity: Presidential Proctologist is livid—livid, I tells ya—that liberals are letting Harvey Weinstein off the hook. According to Sean, losing his job, his wife, and his standing in polite society is proof that the Left not only doesn’t care but endorses sexual predation.

On the other hand, Donald Trump bragging (to Billy Bush, of all people) about how, because of his stardom, he can get away with grabbing ladies by their lady parts, and the dozen women who claimed “The Apprentice” host engaged in unwanted sexual behavior…not a problem.

And after pointing an accusatory finger at every Democrat who ever stood on a stage with Weinstein, (or applauded when Roman Polanski won his Oscar)—but didn’t Sean have multiple sexual abuser Bill O’Reilly on his show, what…two weeks ago? And how long did Sean keep quiet while Roger Ailes attempted to grope every blonde on Fox News?

The hypocrisy is breathtaking …

The Only Thing That Can Stop A Bad Guy On Two Feet…

OK, Dana Loesch and the NRA. I’m quite willing to accept your (moronic) contention that feet are as must a threat as guns.

In return, I ask that we limit the number of guns each Second Amendment-loving American can own to exactly equal to the number of feet they possess. By agreeing to this (modest) proposal, I think all Americans will feel safer, knowing they are protected from stampedes. Especially of the gunman-related variety.

Donald Trump, Empath of Genius

“Every death is a horror, but if you look at a real catastrophe like Katrina, and you look at the tremendous hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people that died, and you look at what happened here and what is your death count? Sixteen people, versus in the thousands…You can be very proud. Sixteen versus literally thousands of people.”—Donald Trump, comforting the people of Puerto Rico, October 3, 2017

“I will tell you that, in my conversations with the President and in my experience with the president — that his passion and his love for the American people and concern about their welfare is unending. And what he has seen in this is what all of us have seen when you watch the television and you see the situation — the tragic situation that many individuals are in. And his heart goes out to them, as does everybody’s heart.”—Then-Secretary of Health and Human Services Tom Price, quoted in the Washington Post, August 30, 2017

“(F)or the next four years at least, we have a president who is anything but empathetic. We call this a bad thing and even hold protests to claim Trump’s lack of empathy is terrible for the nation. But is it?—Suzanne Venker, Washington Examiner, January 27, 2017

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The past few weeks have certainly put Ms. Venker’s question to the test. The President has thanked battered Texans for their turnout when he visited the state after Hurricane Harvey, tweeted that ungrateful Puerto Ricans wanted everything done for them, and today, both congratulated/dissed the U.S. Territory for not dying in the numbers racked up by Hurricane Katrina in 2006. Which makes you wonder, what kind of speeches can we expect if we do if, for at least the next four years, have a president who is lacking in empathy….

You never want to hear that someone died from any disease, but you didn’t have anywhere near as may deaths as a real health crisis like the Smallpox Epidemic of 1918 Hundreds of thousands of people—worldwide! hundreds of thousands—were killed. That was some bad hombre of a virus! But you should be proud, very proud, that, in 1976, only 34 people died of Legionnaire’s Disease. That’s 34, against thousands.—speaking at a Philadelphia American Legion Convention

 Nine lives….nine. Like a cat. And every one a tragedy. But you should be proud that your casualties were less than a real mass killer like Charles Whitman in Austin.—At a rally in Charleston, South Carolina

Yes, your beautiful city lost many man thousands of people when Harry Truman—who was, and not many people know this, he was a Democrat—dropped the second A-Bomb here. And you should be proud. But you didn’t have as much destruction like that real atomic bomb blast in Hiroshima—speaking at a memorial service in Nagasaki, Japan

The plane crash that took Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper (the biggest! Thank you…Thank you) and that young Mexican singer was a tragedy, but not like that real plane crash that nearly ended the career of Lynyrd Skynyrd.—dedicating the Buddy Holly Memorial.



Into the Great Wide Open—Tom Petty, RIP

It was only a week ago that I was at the Hollywood Bowl, enjoying Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. As they reeled off hit after hit, the crowd singing along, even if you weren’t a fan, it was hard not to feel the weight of the moment. Petty had told Rolling Stone that this tour—celebrating the band’s fortieth anniversary—would be his final big go round, and there was a valedictory sense to his introductions: mentioning old friends, retelling the stories of how he met each of musicians.  I turned to Scott Timberg, who invited me to the show, and said, “this is probably the last time you’ll see this music played by this band.”

Photo courtesy of Live Nation

Of course, I meant the Heartbreakers would stop being a working band. On the basis of his performance, I figured Tom would be hitting the boards for at least another decade. And Sixty-six is way too young for anyone to go. Chris Morris has done a nice job on his obit for Variety. My condolences to his family, the Heartbreakers, and his fans.

Trump Agonistes

Remember when the GOP complained that liberals were softies, because they all expect to get participation trophies?

But what to make of Il Douché, pouting that the press isn’t reporting about the good things happening a in Puerto Rico (somehow not understanding that it’s taken over a week for any kind of movement), they’re also dismissing how much he helped Luther Strange (or, as he is now referred to, “the candidate I endorsed,” his name apparently stricken from all records, the supportive tweets now consigned to the memory hole…)! q

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