MILWAUKEE — A radio talk show host drew criticism Thursday after calling Condoleezza Rice an “Aunt Jemima” and saying she isn’t competent to be secretary of state.
The host, who is white, also called Colin Powell an “Uncle Tom.”
He added that he has a long history of commitment to civil rights and support of the black community.
I noticed a few days ago that a map of the recent election results shows Democratic voters relegated to the fringes of the country.
It turns out that if you look at an election map by county rather than by state, the situation becomes even more extreme, and even the blue (Democratic) states turn mostly red.
A coworker of mine refers to Republicans, somewhat derisively, as “Bible Belt” voters.
If that’s true, then — as you can see from the map — the Bible Belt now runs from the Hudson River to the Hollywood Freeway.
I’m making chili for dinner . . .
“I don’t like chili,” the boy says.
“Good. That means there’ll be more for me and Lightning.”
“You’re giving chili to the dog?!”
“And since I’m not giving any to Lightning, that means there’ll be more for me . . .”
My son takes a break from his social studies worksheet to explain his new system for organizing homework assignments.
“I write everything down in my organizer, then I draw a happy face next to the easy assignments, a sad face next to the hard ones, and a sad face with tears next to the ridiculous ones.”
“What kind of a face did you put next to that social studies assignment?” I ask.
“Sad face. I should have put one tear. I gave reading comprehension two tears.”
“Have you ever had an assignment where you put a sad face with tears showering from both eyes?”
“I just started the system today.”
My workplace is teeming with idiots who know more about some steroid-amped freak and how many yards he ran with a ball in his hands than they do about their own family members and whatever babysitter is raising their kids for them.
Kee-rist!
I wish I could go back in time and strangle them all in their cradles . . .
Bowser died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure.
(French literature buffs are screaming with laughter right now. Trust me.)
I feel bad that we didn’t pay as much attention to him after we got the dog, but I guess that’s why pugs cost $1,000 and hamsters cost six bucks.
It might have been fun watching a talking tree lead the country for a few years, were it not for the small matter of the war for civilization, and the fact that you don’t want a president who’s determined to lose it.
It’s interesting, in looking at a map of the results, to see that there’s a huge block of red (Republican) states starting from Florida, going most of the way up the eastern seaboard, and then sweeping west all the way to Nevada, leaving a few pockets of confused people on the fringes — geographically and otherwise — who are completely out of touch with the rest of the country.
Unfortunately, this includes my home state of California . . .
I look forward to taking my son out trick-or-treating every year. I have lots of Halloween memories, mostly happy, some sad . . .
One year — he was in kindergarten or 1st grade, I can’t remember which — I took him out and he was so excited, running from house to house . . .
As he was running back from one house, he slipped and fell right in front of a group of older kids. They were very nice, helped him up, asked if he was okay, which he was, but it really demoralized him.
A couple of houses later, he said he wanted to go home. I asked him if he felt bad about falling down in front of everybody and he said no, he was just tired and wanted to go home.
So I took him home.
He’s 11 now and tonight he and his friends decided they wanted to go trick-or-treating by themselves.
I stayed home and softly closed another door . . .
I got a rock.
My son and I went to the USC-Washington game last weekend. We don’t get to go to a lot of games because 11-year-old boys have their own activities and stuff on the weekends, but this time we were able to get there a few hours early and stroll around the campus, site of many of my greatest academic accomplishments . . .
Some observations on the Yankees and the biggest choke in sports history.
The Black Coaches Association (BCA) is about to issue grades to colleges and universities on their minority hiring practices:
The BCA asked each of the 28 schools that had job openings during the past year to complete a form that was analyzed by an outside firm. Any school that does not complete a form receives an F.
At USC, our traditional football rivalries are with UCLA and Notre Dame. Both of these schools have black head coaches and we kick their tails every year.
Last year’s scores:
USC 47, UCLA 22
USC 45, Notre Dame 14
More black head coaches!
Fight On!
I found this amongst some pocket change . . . a new entry in the Lewis and Clark Westward Journey nickel series. According to the U.S. Mint web site, the design depicts a 55-foot keelboat with Captains Lewis and Clark in full uniform in the bow.
I can make this out on the enlarged image, but on an actual nickel — maybe it’s my failing eyesight, but the only feature I can see clearly is the sail, which to me looks just like one of those brontosaurus burgers that tips over the Flintstones’ car at the drive-in . . .
It’s tough to eat healthy . . .
I usually buy a fruit smoothie for lunch, but as I was telling my wife, to get from the parking lot to the smoothie shop, I have to walk by the taco shop, the pizza shop, the sub shop and the doughnut shop, all with the doors open so you can smell everything.
“Why can’t you just eat normal food?” she says.
“I can’t believe people are playing tennis at high noon,” my son says as we drive by the local courts.
“They’re building up their stamina,” I suggest.
“They’re getting skin cancer,” he replies.
“They’ll need stamina to battle the skin cancer.”
I had jury duty last week. Jury duty is the worst thing in the world, except for maybe losing a limb.
Hu Becomes Undisputed Leader of China
I’m askin’ you who becomes undisputed leader of China . . .
I’m stretched out on the sofa relaxing while my son walks around revved up from some computer game he’s been playing . . .
“You wanna battle me?” he shouts.
