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Saw Carrie Fisher’s one woman show the other night. I hated it, it wasn’t the play I expected, it was a stand up…every 5 seconds, a joke. She portends to reveal herself, and did nothing of the sort. In addition, everything-EVERYTHING–was someone else’s fault. And, yet, because, she has a comedian’s timing, abd can write reasonable well (she can), she received–wait for it–a fake false standing ovation. Another fake, false standing ovation. Theater–the joke that’s not funny.

Swimming against the curent, as usual.

Go Jets.

This country is the mess it is because of the Vietnam Vet. Yes, the Homecoming of the Vietnam Vet. Because they didn’t get their “victory parade” (well, they didn’t win), someone decided in their infinite wisdom to feel bad for them and treat them like the conquering heroes that they weren’t. And so, ALL POLITICAL CORRECTNESS COMES FROM THIS ACT. From trophies for ‘participation’ to gay marriage, everything is so so politically correct, so inclusive, so utterly ridiculous. We, as a country, worry about the stupidest things. It is why we are in the mess we are in.

Someone (Frenchman?) wrote, “We as a country could have anything we want, and yet we seem not to want anything at all.”

Amen.

Jets up by 10, 3 minutes left…wait, I have seen this movie before! Almost 50, and I’m still a nut job with this team.

Chris McCarron, jockey of Alysheba, around ten years ago:

“Hey Chris, how long did it take you to get over it (missing the Triple Crown)”

“When I get over it I’ll let you know.”

That’s how I feel about that F^%$#@ Brown game.

So, it is about 2 weeks or so to my 50th…I have been encouraged by a fan (?) to pick up where I left off, although I know that is not possible. Live it , then write it.

To be continued.

“The bravery to weep…”

Astoria–The Land Of The Undocumented Day Laborer. Good bye.

Forty years ago, you made history…but I suspect your life since that day has not been what you’d thought it would be. I hope you have found peace and happiness. You must know you are football royalty. No one–and I mean NO ONE– ever did what you did on a playing field. Any playing field. It was, and continues to be a  remarkable triumph of the human desire to succeed. Godspeed, Joe Willie, enjoy the rest of your days.