Has Anything Really Changed?

The year was 1991.  The accuser was Anita Hill.  The nomination of Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas hung in the balance.  The accusation was that Mr. Thomas, then head of the EEOC, sexually harassed Ms. Hill, then a subordinate of the now Supreme Court Judge Clarence Thomas.  The drama of her and his testimony in the Senate Judiciary Committee room nearly sucked the oxygen out of the room.

The year is 2018.  The accuser is Christine Blasey Ford.  The nomination of Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh hangs in the balance.  The accusation is that Mr. Kavanaugh, then a seventeen year old teenager, sexually harassed Ms. Ford, then a fifteen year old teenager at a party.  The drama of her testimony and his testimony in the Senate Judiciary Committee room as early as next week will suck the oxygen out of the room.

This allegation, that seeped out of Senator Diane Feinstein’s office over the weekend, smelled strongly of partisan politics.  Why wait till now?  Thirty two hours of testimony, Ms. Feinstein’s questions on many areas included, had concluded over a week prior.

Yesterday a Republican push to converse via phone with the accuser and the accused, deemed by the Democrats as an attempt at rubber stamping , lost momentum when a few Republican Senators expressed deeper concern.  By late afternoon President Trump stated the following.

“He is somebody very special; at the same time, we want to go through a process, we want to make sure everything is perfect, everything is just right,” Mr. Trump told reporters at the White House. “If it takes a little delay, it will take a little delay — it shouldn’t certainly be very much.”

By nightfall the parties agreed to testify under oath one proclaiming his steadfast innocence and the other proclaiming steadfastly that her memory of the events that included a third person in said room were correct.

Predictably those in favor of his nomination quickly defended the honor of His Honor.   Those opposed yelled nay.

Back then the battle lines were drawn.  The Anita Hill hearings were in a different era.  Bill Clinton wasn’t President Bill Clinton yet.  Numerous allegations of his dalliances in Little Rock, AR. did little to derail his candidacy and eventual election.  Based on the evidence we can conclude that Bill Clinton was no saint.

Now, the battle lines are drawn.  Or, maybe the era isn’t so different.  Donald Trump wasn’t President Donald Trump two years ago.  Numerous allegations of his dalliances and mistreatment of women did little to derail his candidacy and eventual election.  Based on the evidence we can conclude that Donald Trump is no saint.

The court of public opinion put both presidents in office.

The opinion of 52 senators (41 Republicans and 11 Democrats) out of 100 in 1991 put Thomas on the Supreme Court.  The opinion of 100 senators will either eventually confirm Judge Kavanaugh or not.   The current Senate has 51 Republicans and 49 Democrats (two of whom claim to be independents).

Given how polarized this country is its probable that 51 senators (likely every Republican) will vote yes, while 49 senators (likely every Democrat) will vote no.  It would take something quite substantive to sway that.  He said and she said is what Thomas said and Hill said.

Then they will fly home and campaign in their state’s  November midterm election(33 races) or to their colleagues home state to offer support.  They’ll tell their constituents that they did the right thing.  And, they’ll tell them that they need the votes to continue the fight.  Oh, and some support money wouldn’t hurt either.

Maybe nothing has changed.  Or, maybe we are even further divided.

Lefty-The WNBA 2018 Final Was Last Night. Shorty-The What?

In my best Al Pacino voice, ” let me introduce you to my two little friends, Lefty and Shorty.”  More on the WNBA finals that you didn’t know about in a minute.

Way way back in 1964, or 5, or 6, or 7 I frequently made a Sunday PM trip to the Gulf Gas Station a couple of miles from our house.  I did not know it then, but it was on that road and back that my father (Boom Boom) began teaching his lessons of life to me.

Lefty and Shorty were the amiable service station attendants.  Well, that’s what they were called back then as every pump was full serve. Sunday’s were slow.  We had their full attention.   Dad interacted with them as they checked the oil, washed the windshield, pumped the gas, and took the money.  He often tipped them as well.  They were the main characters in the first lesson I learned.  They were funny. They always had a back and forth to their banter.  And, they always had a kind word or three for me.

I’m gallantly attempting to write my first book.  Lefty and Shorty “star” in the first chapter.  What was the first lesson?  Sorry, you ‘ll have to wait for the book (my publicist, if I had one, would be SO proud).

If Lefty and Shorty were alive today their exchange might go something like the below.

Lefty  The WNBA Finals were last night. Shorty- The what?  LeftyThe women’s professional basketball league, the WNBA.  Shorty- Oh.  Ok.  Lefty- The Seattle Storm beat the Washington Mystics 98-82.  Shorty– Who?  Lefty- The Storm swept them in the finals series three games to none.  Shorty- I heard about that storm named Florence that is about to hit the Carolinas.  Lefty- And that has exactly what to do with the basketball game?  Shorty I think a lot more people are paying attention to that storm than the WNBA.  Lefty- You didn’t watch it?  Shorty- The storm coverage?  Lefty- NO.  The game.  Shorty- Fewer people? The final game last night or the Carolina beaches today?  Lefty- I’m going to fix a flat tire.

 

You’ll hear from Lefty and Shorty from time to time when a spirited debate is needed.

Lefty– Say bye for now Shorty.  Shorty– Bye for now Shorty.

 

 

 

 

 

The Night Chicago Died

“Brother what a night it really was…..”  So goes the lyrics to the mid seventies song.   Brother, what a weekend this past one was in the Windy City.  Just 75 gunshot victims.  Seventy-five.   Twelve unfortunate people lost their life.  TWELVE.

Well, at least the city’s finances are solid.  Well, they used to be anyway.

And, Rahm Emanuel, mayor of the windy city is rumored to have his thumb in the air to determine which way the wind is blowing to make a run for the Democratic Party nomination to challenge President Trump in 2020.   He announced that he is done with this training ground of mayoring.   He’s stepping down at the end of this term.  Thanks Rahm.

 

Tired Themes for $50 Alex

Maybe, just maybe, I am getting a bit older and a tad bit crotchety.  Probably.  Ok, I am.   I think what I think.  My lifelong love of genuine, inspirational, sport competitions make me wish for the old days.  It was a day when you could go to an event or tune in on TV (only 3 channels to choose from) to enjoy a competitive event, match, or game between competitors that preferred to allow their abilities do their talking.   For the most part the only controversies were offsides or false start, safe or out, or foul or not.

Sure there was the occasional Billie Jean King v. sexist Bobby Riggs match.  There was also the raised closed fists in the 1968 Olympics.  There were even a few betting or point shaving scandals along the way.

Heck, even old Jimmy the Greek got liquored up one night and talked about how African-Americans are better athletes due to their physiology.  It was probably some fine Scotch though.

But today.  Today.  Oh boy.   The intersection of social media, social outcry, equality, gender this and gender that, racism,  and sports is a complicated one.  It has yield signs, stops signs, red lights, and numerous lane change opportunities.  It’s a well-worn road now traveled far too often.  It’s always crowded and always under construction.   It’s a turn off for me and a sign that says dead-end ahead.

And, now, Serena says that she may have been the victim of “sexism.”  She lost because the chair umpire was a “liar” and a “thief.”  What’s weird is that she was playing in her match against another woman of course.  I’m not sure if he was equally sexist against her as well.  We should ask Serena.

Naomi Osaka take a well deserved bow.  You won.  Sports lost.  Tennis got lost in the “I am a sports figure hear me roar.”  You deserved better on your very big day.  The only racquet you made was with your racquet.  Unfortunately, the very diluted, over saturated media, ever desperate for an angle to better ratings, soaks this up like a towel on center court.

This noise comes on the same weekend that Colin Kapernick, desperate for attention, and Nike, desperate to regain lost market share, launched a campaign that said its important to stand up (or kneel down) for what you believe in.

You know what I believe in?  I believe in beer, popcorn, two TVs and two damn remotes.  I want my sports served early, competitive, often, and without discussions that drone on incessantly about who feels a certain way about whatever topic du jour that is soon sure to crush society.  It feels like two months (not two weeks) ago that Urban Meyer forgot to fire an accused wife beater until he forgot too many times.  His agent would like to thank Serena, Colin, and Nike for getting him off of the front page.

Isn’t Monday early AM till Friday PM enough time for MSNBC, CNN, and Fox News to incessantly pound all that’s wrong with us into our feeble craniums?

I just wanted to watch the US Open final and the over hyped NFL season openers.  Damn.

 

Perhaps You Never Had a “Normal” Life?

MSN, which isn’t one of my favorites, has this Stormy story.  She fears life won’t be normal anymore.   I assume that is because it was so normal prior?  What, pray tell, was her first clue?

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Stormy Daniels
‘The View’ TV show, New York, USA – 17 Apr 2018

The circus that is American culture and politics reaches a new low on a daily basis.