When did American leaders forget the meaning of friendship?
Over the last 198 years, the United Kingdom’s faithfulness as an ally has proved invaluable, but as the Obama administration spins street-tough rhetoric — turning the Deepwater Horizon catastrophe into a BP blame game — the British people are asking themselves just what friendship with the United States is actually worth.
Lost in the talk of dripping pelicans and destroyed businesses looms another devastating tragedy, threatening the livelihood and future of the working class in the U.K., and the deepest of diplomatic ties. While President Obama may not be able to singlehandly stop the oil spill, his reckless words and cowboy-like rhetoric have undermined the financial security of, not evil corporations, but millions of British (and American middle-class workers) and their hopes for avoiding bankruptcy in their old age.
As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him; 14 for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. 15 As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; 16 the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. 17 But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children- Psalm 103: 8-17
Writing requires deliberate effort and time, two things which have been lacking in my life over the last few weeks. Something about traveling to the United Kingdom and proposing to your girlfriend seems to have stifled some of my public creative output.
Not that I’m complaining.
I have a story, a true story, about police asking for papers, which has a great deal to say about Arizona’s highly controversial new immigration law. Before anyone makes any more assertions about showing your papers to police officers without any experience on the matter, please listen to this story.
America needs more anger.
Spend more than five minutes watching MSNBC, Glen Beck or listening to the telephone receiver at a talk radio station and you could reasonably conclude that the biggest problem in our country is that people aren’t angry about the right things.
What the right things are, whether it’s a socialist-leaning president, right-wing propaganda or a missing birth certificate that’s probably somewhere between Hawaii and Nigeria, depends largely on what color you bleed at the ballot box.
Maybe we’ve become a culture of masochists, but people love having their blood pressure rise, and nothing makes mercury ascend like smelling a traitor in the midst.
Even if it’s one of your heroes.
Whether I went looking for dinosaurs or lions might depend on what colors your ballot bleeds, either way, I made it over to the National Press Club last night for Rupert Murdoch’s appearance on the Kalb Report.
The Aussie still crackles. As a journalist it was a treat to watch Kalb try to pin Murdoch down and elicit any type of elongated answer from Murdoch. Murdoch’s tongue matches the feet of Ali for butterfly-like abilities, and even when Kalb used quote after quote of Murdoch to try and find some type of clarifying response, the old business man kept most of his cards to himself.
When he did let something political slip, like his thoughts on the agenda of the New York Times, it still felt measured and shrewd. He had no problems talking about business models and his love for the iPad, but one of the best moments came when he was questioned about his digs at Arthur Sulzberger and New York Times publisher’s masculinity. At first feigning ignorance about the editorial decision, Murdoch finally got a twinkle in his eye and just laughed and said that Sulzberger should, “get a life.”
Craig Carozza-Caviness knows how to throw a party. The artist known as Incwell blends traditional rap/hip hop with a full floor rock and roll sound that can make even the stiffest of caucasian boys shake.
I didn’t plan on making it over to the Strathmore on that nasty Friday night, but while doing the line by line for the listings of the Express, I came across the show, thought it sounded interesting, listened to a few tracks and then hit Incwell up so we could preview the show.
No surprise to anyone who halfway knows me, I’m not the bigget fan of rap/hip-hop(whatever you want to call that general sphere of music). Kanye grabbed white people with sticky hooks and sweet melodies, but live, it’s hard to translate the appeal of those spit-flying lines and bass thumping moments.
See, D.C. burned this weekend, but Scotland and I stayed out of the flames.
While health care occupied every tiny blot of news print over the weekend, we just tried to find some untainted rays of sunshine out in Great Falls. It’s not that I don’t care about what’s happening in our great halls of government, I’m just a little cynical about the circus that the District devolved to over the weekend.
Sunday morning, driving to church, my girlfriend and I felt like we were driving through a collection of sideshows. On your right, there was Cindy Sheehan’s anti-war protest tents and mock cemetery to remember the fallen in Afghanistan and Iraq. Apparently no one bothered to tell Cindy that we have a cemetery just up the road in Arlington.
Oh, and when it comes to remembering the fallen, I have much less anger over the death of men and women who volunteered to serve in our armed forces, than the death of the myriads of babies from abortion in America, who weren’t given a chance to decide how they would live their lives.
Count up your little white markers and see which one comes out higher, Cindy.
There was a steady stream of people protesting the lack of change immigration policies that Obama seems to have conveniently forgotten.
Then there were the people angry about this little bill being pushed through the House of Representatives.
I don’t have a screed on Why the Democrats Convinced Me to Oppose the Bill, but I do have a few points on why I’m struggling to believe the narrative that emerged over the weekend.
“The 59 Sound” was one of the best summer albums dropped in recent memory, and if the muscle-filled chords of the new single are any indication, this album will be blasted from car speakers all driving summer long.
Get on it.
Tracklist for “American Slang”:
1. American Slang
2. Stay Lucky
3. Bring It On
4. The Diamond Church Street Choir
5. The Queen of Lower Chelsea
8. Old Haunts
9. The Spirit Of Jazz
10. We Did It When We Were Young
I know, growing up as a kid in Mississippi, I always had a certain degree of envy for those white-blanketed landscapes existing in the cinematic worlds of so many films. I thought igloos would be fun to build, snowball fights would be the best, and that if I just had one nearly-white Yuletide, that my life experience would be more complete.
If you don’t love the Hood Internet, you can quit reading this site right now.
Just turn off your internets and walk away from the computer, you don’t deserve to surf your way down this series of tubes.
The mashup-masters take on the decade with this fantastic track.
Decalogue (Dr. Dre vs. Radiohead vs. Missy Elliott vs. Daft Punk vs. Ludacris vs. The New Pornographers vs. Kelis vs. The Rapture vs. Twista f/ Kanye West vs. Arcade Fire vs. Three 6 Mafia vs. Sufjan Stevens vs. T.I. vs. Peter Bjorn and John vs. Rich Boy vs. LCD Soundsystem vs. Lil Wayne vs. Hot Chip vs. Jay Sean vs. Phoenix)
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