The surreal World… Bank

Irish rock musician, anti-poverty campaigner, and “Live Aid” organizer, Bob Geldof, called the World Bank selection process “preposterous”. Paul Wolfowitz, one of Bush’s “hawks”, will most likely head the organization.

Geldhof said he was prepared to work with Wolfowitz. U2’s Bono has already spoken with Geldhof and Wolfowitz regarding how to tackle poverty. Meanwhile, Cameron Diaz and Brad Pitt are also involved.

Once Wolfowitz gets the thumbs-up from Richard Gere, everything is a go. Gere’s in Japan urging the European Union to reconsider lifting an arms embargo against China, and promoting his movie “Shall We Dance?” Not necessarily in that order.

Global politics these days should be narrated by Rod Serling.

While Gere’s out of the country, the Hollywood constitutional line of authority requires that Martin Sheen possesses full power to offer unwanted political opinions. Should something happen to Sheen, Barbra Streisand would raise one hand, place the other on a copy of the Screen Actors Guild handbook, and be sworn in by Ed Asner and the new Wingnut-in-Chief.

Short response to a sorry but somewhat common misconception

Marty wrote a comment to one of my posts from a few days ago:

Terri Schiavo’s husband did the compassionate and decent thing. It was her parents, and the intrusive right wing for politicizing her death, that were cruel, dehumanizing, and beyond the belief of a god in heaven. Lying brain dead tied to tubes keeping the body breathing is cruel and unusual punishment. You should be ashamed of yourself for writing what you did.

Terri Schiavo wasn’t “kept breathing” by anything other than the same things that keep you and me breathing. No ventilator at all. Also, she wasn’t “brain dead”. Even Michael Schiavo’s attorney, doctors, or anybody else, have never claimed that she was “brain dead.”

I respect all opinions on this, but at least have a grip on the basic facts before expecting someone else to be ashamed of their opinion.

Her parents politicized her suffering? God help us when we’re criticizing parents for objecting to one of their children being dehydrated and starved to death.

Jane Fonda made a boob out of herself, in more ways than one

Jane Fonda has now said that it was a mistake to buddy up to the North Vietnamese in the early 70’s. “Hanoi Jane,” as she came to be known after using a North Vietnamese Army anti-aircraft gun as a chaise lounge, posing for a photo op with NVA troops while listening to them beg her to put on her costume from “Barbarella.”

With that timely and perhaps insincere apology out of the way (Her book, My Life So Far probably wouldn’t have done nearly as well outside Berkeley without the apology), Fonda still needs to explain one thing.

How is it possible for a woman to champion the cause of feminism while the grandkids are in the backyard playing balloon toss with her old breast implants? Seeing fake boobs on a feminist was like driving by Jimmy Hoffa’s house and seeing scab labor building a pole barn.

That’s what needs to be explained next… I’m sure it’ll be a doozy.

"Are those classified documents in your pants, or are you just trying to look more like your former boss?"

Ex National Security Advisor to Bill Clinton, Sandy Berger, pled guilty to a misdemeanor for taking classified documents from the National Archives which were stuffed down his pants.

A misdemeanor? Berger gets a $10,000 fine and a three-year suspension of his national security clearance. If you or I did something similar, we’d be selling our houses to pay the fine and then bunking up behind bars with a 275 pound man who goes by the name “Vicki”.

Berger should be being traded for packs of smokes right now, but instead he’ll walk off easily without a punishment that fits the crime, as seems to be the case for most of his morally questionable and ethically challenged colleagues from the 1990’s.

“Are those classified documents in your pants, or are you just trying to look more like your former boss?”

Ex National Security Advisor to Bill Clinton, Sandy Berger, pled guilty to a misdemeanor for taking classified documents from the National Archives which were stuffed down his pants.

A misdemeanor? Berger gets a $10,000 fine and a three-year suspension of his national security clearance. If you or I did something similar, we’d be selling our houses to pay the fine and then bunking up behind bars with a 275 pound man who goes by the name “Vicki”.

Berger should be being traded for packs of smokes right now, but instead he’ll walk off easily without a punishment that fits the crime, as seems to be the case for most of his morally questionable and ethically challenged colleagues from the 1990’s.