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Cindy’s Truth

In 1971, when the album Imagine came out, American soldiers were dying by the thousands in Vietnam. The title song on the album was so captivating that the other tunes didn’t get much notice; however, one of them is surely among the greatest by John Lennon. It should become the soundtrack to The Cindy Sheehan Story: Courageous Mother Who Stopped the Bush War in Iraq:

Give Me Some Truth”

I’m sick and tired of hearing things

From uptight-short sighted-narrow minded hypocrites.

All I want is the truth

Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things

By neurotic-psychotic-pig headed politicians.

All I want is the truth

Just give me some truth

No short haired-yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky

Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft-soap me with just a

Pocketful of hope, money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight lipped-

Condescending-mommy’s little chauvinists.

All I want is the truth

Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of watching scenes of schizophrenic-

ego centric

Paranoiac-prima donnas.

All I want is the truth

Just give me some truth

Cindy Sheehan is an American hero. She is suffering the hell that is Texas in August, but she is cool, for she has suffered a hell much worse than soaring temperatures. She has suffered the most painful of all sufferings: the death of her child. Because she hopes her son’s death was not in vain and because she believes it was caused by the deceitful decisions of his commander in chief, she wants some explanation and an honest acknowledgment of her loss. But what her broken heart really wants is some truth.

So far, she has gotten none. Dubya and Laura didn’t even wave as their Texas convoy of SUV’s zoomed by the protesters – and the nearly 2,000 crosses they have erected, representing the American servicemen and women who have died in Iraq – on their way to a fund-raising barbecue.

Meanwhile, the right-wing press and other administration lackeys do as they are told: They smear Sheehan, ridicule her, question her integrity. They make fun of her, calling her names like “cow” and “media whore.” They attempt to divide her family. And they do it while calling themselves Christians, a religion founded by a man called the Prince of Peace.

The humble questions of this mother are shining like bright lights in a dark cave. Her truth is penetrating the hearts of Americans.

September 11th will soon be here, along with the “celebrations” of patriotism that will accompany it. That day cannot come soon enough for the president, because during the dog days of August, a brave mother of a dead soldier is making him run and hide. Just by asking for some truth.

Cheri DelBrocco writes “Mad as Hell,” a recurring column on the Flyer Web site, MemphisFlyer.com.

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MAD AS HELL

In 1971, when the song Imagine came out, American soldiers were dying by the thousands in Vietnam. The title song on the album was so captivating, the other tunes didn’t get much notice; however, one of them is surely among the greatest by John Lennon. It should become the soundtrack to The Cindy Sheehan Story: Courageous Mother Who Stopped the Bush War in Iraq:

Give Me Some Truth

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight-short sighted-narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic-psychotic-pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

No short haired-yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me with just a
Pocketful of hope, money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight lipped-
Condescending-mommies little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes of schizophrenic-ego centric
Paranoic prima donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

Cindy Sheehan is an American hero. She is suffering the hell that is August in Texas, but she is cool, for she has suffered a hell much worse than soaring temperatures and high humidity. She has suffered the most painful and unnatural of all sufferings, the death of her child. Because she hopes her son’s death was not in vain but believes it was caused by the deceitful decisions of his commander in chief, she wants some explanation, understanding, and a dignified acknowledgment of her loss. But what her broken heart really wants is some truth.

So far, she has gotten none. Yesterday, Dubya and Laura didn’t even wave as their Texas convoy of SUV’s zoomed by on their way to a fund raising barbeque. And the Bush lackeys do what they are told. They smear her. They ridicule her. They question her integrity. They make fun of her, calling her names like “cow”. They attempt to divide her family. And they do it while calling themselves imitators of Jesus, who is most famously known as the Prince of Peace.

The humble questions of this mother are shining like bright lights in a dark cave. They are brilliant. Her truth is penetrating the hearts of Americans.

September 11th, with all its exploitations of patriotism will soon be here. It cannot come soon enough for Bush since during the dog days of August, a brave mother of a dead soldier is making him run and hide by just asking for some truth.

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BUSH’S PRIVATIZATION GURU: A NINE-YEAR-OLD!

For five years, the country has suffered the boners, smirks and swaggers of the First Dimwit. While the world is aghast, we have suffered “nookyulur”, “Amurka”, and “they misunderestimated me”. Let’s face it, Bush makes Dan (Mr. Potato Head) Quayle look like Mensa material.

But finally, George W has

found an intellectual peer. It seems quite appropriate that the highly esteemed Yale graduate with the distinguished war record has enlisted the mature and gifted mind of a nine-year- old to convince the unsophisticated masses that the most glaring problem of the day is a Social Security fund which will be solvent, by government estimates through 2042.

The Republicans have recruited young Noah McCullough to fight their idealogical battle to privatize Social Security and finally dismantle the New Deal. Talk about gravitas. The White House dismisses the likes of economics professor and New York Times columnist Paul Krugman, Democratic members of Congress, and the AARP as unworthy of expressing an informed opinion, but rally around the ridiculous sensibilities of a nine-year-old. What would we have done without this opportunity to consult America’s future about the manner in which we conduct our domestic economic policies?

Noah, a wiz-kid TV novelty act from suburban Houston, began campaigning for Bush during the election of 2004. When word got out the fourth grader, a veritable encyclopedia of presidential and historical trivia, was a self declared Republican, a right wing think tank calling themselves “Progress for America” engaged him as their new lobbyist. As a resident in House Majority Leader Tom DeLay’s district, DeLay arranged for the funding of a family trip to Washington and then, throughout the country to make appearances advocating for the privatization plan. In a recent interview, the young politico told a gushing, giggling Katie Couric his mother is a Democrat. Yeah, sure, and pigs fly, Noah.

Having a nine-year-old lecturing on Social Security is just another craven act of manipulation by this administration. Patriotism, religion, race, and gender have all been exploited in the Bush PR meat grinder. So now we can have children being used for political gain.

While this wunderkind is out front and center parroting the Republican party line, will he talk about the collapsing dollar which is driving the price of gasoline to $3 a gallon?

Will he lead the discussion on the sky-rocketing property tax increases throughout the nation resulting from the administration’s failure to fund the local communities cost of implementing

its ineffective education policies?

Are these concepts that we should expect young Noah to understand? If not, how then, can we expect any more from George W. Bush?

Usually, there is poetic justice in looking to children for answers. Hopefully, this young squire, with more than 3,000 books in his collection, will have read a copy of The Emperor Has No Clothes and will ask George W. to explain that fairytale for us.

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FROM MY SEAT

TOURNEY TEASERS

Consider this your one-stop viewerÕs guide for the 10th annual Conference USA basketball tournament, to be held this Wednesday through Saturday at FedExForum. All the facts you may have thought you knew, but didnÕt.

The first C-USA tourney was held right here in Memphis, at The Pyramid in 1996. In what remains the best championship game to date, Cincinnati beat Marquette, 85-84, in overtime. The BearcatsÕ Danny Fortson (now of the Seattle SuperSonics) was named the tournamentÕs MVP, the first of four Cincinnati players to be so honored.

Over its first nine years, the tournament has been dominated by Bob HugginsÕs Cincinnati program. (Huggins is the only coach to have been on the bench in every C-USA tourney.) The Bearcats were the top seed in each of the first seven tournaments and have won four championships (1996, Ô98, 2002, Ô04). They lost in the 2001 championship to Charlotte.

Only twice has a top seed lost its opening game. In the 2000 quarterfinals, ninth-seeded Saint Louis upset Cincinnati, and in 2003 Marquette was beaten by another nine seed, UAB. But take note: those Golden Eagles went on to reach the Final Four.

The lowest seeds to ever reach the finals were a pair of nines. Saint Louis beat third-seeded DePaul for the trophy in 2000. UAB lost to Louisville in 2003.

Only one C-USA scoring champion has played for a tournament champ. CincinnatiÕs Steve Logan averaged 22.0 points per game in 2001-02 and the Bearcats beat Marquette for the title.

This has not been a fun tournament for the University of Memphis. Only three times have the Tigers reached the semifinals, losing to Marquette in 1996, Cincinnati in 2001, and Louisville in 2003. On five occasions, Memphis has lost its opening game of the tourney (including last year when, as the second seed, they lost to Saint Louis, 72-61).

Among C-USAÕs 14 schools, only three have failed to reach the semifinals on at least one occasion: TCU, South Florida, and East Carolina. The Pirates have yet to win a single tourney game, and wonÕt this year as they failed to qualify.

After Cincinnati, the most successful tourney squad has been Charlotte. The 49ers have reached the championship game four times, winning the title in 1999 and 2001.

The lowest-scoring championship came in 2000 at The Pyramid, when those underdog Billikens beat DePaul, 56-49. On two occasions, a single team placed three players on the all-tournament team. In 1998, CincinnatiÕs DÕJuan Baker, Michael Horton, and Kenyon Martin made the squad. A year later, Charlotte placed Diego Guevara, Kelvin Price, and Galen Young on the team.

Memphis has placed only two players on the all-tournament team: Lorenzen Wright in 1996 and Kelly Wise in 2001.

The single-game scoring record is 37 points, by Larry Hughes of Saint Louis in a 1998 quarterfinal game against UAB. The Billikens lost to the Blazers, 76-74. (Steve Logan scored 32 points against Memphis in a 2001 semifinal.) The Memphis record is 27 points by Lorenzen Wright against Marquette in the 1996 semifinals.

Winning the C-USA tournament does not bode well for a teamÕs prospects in the Big Dance. Only once has a tourney champ advanced beyond the second round of the NCAA tournament. In 1996, Cincinnati reached the regional finals.

Memphis has been an equal-opportunity loser over the course of the tourneyÕs nine-year history. Eight different teams (Marquette, Southern Miss, South Florida, DePaul, Cincinnati, Houston, Louisville, and Saint Louis) have eliminated the Tigers. Only Marquette has done so twice.

The TigersÕ four C-USA tournament wins have been over DePaul (in 1996), South Florida (in 2000), Marquette (in Ô01), and USF again (in Ô03).

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BEYOND BUBBA

“New Strategies for Southern Progress” was the name of a recent conference of regional Democratic political leaders and others in North Carolina. According to reports, their goal was to “identify pragmatic and innovative solutions to the region’s toughest problems” and more boldly, to “chart a new progressive vision for the region.” According to The Nation magazine, the “attendees left visibly conflicted on some fundamental questions: What kind of politics can – and should – win in the region? And what are our bedrock values and long-term vision for the future?”

If these well meaning folks are hoping to come up with some new ideas on how to jump political hurdles with white, Christian fundamentalist voters in Dixie, they’ve got themselves a heaping helping of challenge on their plates. The task of politically endearing the majority of the South to anything other than misguided conservatism will be a struggle for even moderate candidates.

Wide swaths of the Southern population have checked out to the hinterland. While urban sprawl has been around for years, in this era of Bushification with double speak buzzwords like “ownership society” and “people of faith”, this lifestyle choice has taken on new disturbing dimensions. It is particularly admired and desired in the reddest Republican states.

Abandoning the city centers from which their incomes are derived, many middle class Southerners have established frontiers of denial in which political, economic, and religious diversity is feared and loathed. The outskirts are not complete without a Christian mega church to provide a one-stop center for all social interaction and to reinforce the idea that doing the Lord’s will means voting Republican. Typically, when these remote pieces of heaven become aging, congested, hamlets filled with parkways of strip malls and fast food outlets, God once again comes a’calling for the congregations to move on to farther environs in order to seek harmony with their own kind.

The attempt to capture the imaginations of this segment of the Southern population will be a tough nut to crack for progressives. Some have suggested that the discussion of religious faith will cause the base of the Democratic Party in blue states to bolt; however, in the South, references to religion will be unavoidable, as it is the overarching force within the culture. As a matter of fact, Democrats should use the parlance of religion to their advantage.

For example, take the word “saved”. A word commonly used by Christians to describe spiritual status should be used to discuss the nation’s temporal status. We should save America from perpetual war. The nation’s sick children should be saved from suffering by being given healthcare. We should save Social Security so seniors can live with dignity instead of in poverty.

When Howard Dean, the newly elected chairman of the Democratic Party showed up in Mississippi last week, it was a fresh start for progressive politics. Because he understands its gravity to the voters, Dean talked about issues in terms of moral and religious choices. Engaging in dialogues by communicating with language that matters will be the first step in persuading Southerners to rethink their attitudes and to realize that living the American dream is our salvation, but in order to have it, we must work for the general welfare of the entire country and greater good of all.

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FIRE AT EASLEY-MCCAIN STUDIO


The aftermath
photo by Sherman Willmott

BY Andria Lisle

On the afternoon of Wednesday, March 2, 2005, a fire broke out at the the Easley-McCain Recording Studio in Memphis, located on Deaderick Ave., near Lamar and Airways.

Luckily, no one was injured in the blaze, which began with a suspected power surge. While the studio’s main room was undamaged, the lobby was gutted and much of the downstairs was decimated with fire, smoke, and water damage.

The echo chambers and the master tapes stored at this facility appear intact, but studio owners Doug Easley and Davis McCain won’t know the full extent of damage until after an insurance inspection later this week.

Hundreds of acts have recorded at the studio, including the White Stripes (White Blood Cells), Pavement (Wowee Zowee), Sonic Youth (Washing Machine), Jon Spencer Blues Explosion (Extra Width), Guided By Voices, Modest Mouse, Cat Power, Rocket From the Crypt, Iggy Pop, Young Fresh Fellows, Mr. Airplane Man, and Sparklehorse.

Jeff Buckley, Charlie Feathers, and Townes Van Zandt recorded their last sessions here, while Memphis legends such as Alex Chilton, the Grifters, the Oblivians, Reigning Sound, the Tearjerkers, Tav Falco’s Panther Burns, Impala, Big Ass Truck, Monsieur Jeffrey Evans & ’68 Comeback, and many, many more, cut pivotal releases at the studio.

Most recently, Jack White and Loretta Lynn mixed the Grammy-winning Van Lear Rose at Easley-McCain.

ADDITIONAL INFO from Chris Davis

Easley was originally designed for Chips Moman, the “Dark End of the Street,” co-songwriter who produced some LARGE hits: Dusty Springfield’s “Dusty in Memphis; a little tune called “Suspicious Minds.” It was the first recording studio in Memphis that was actually built to be a recording studio. After Chips, it served as the Bar-Kays main joint for a while.

Even a short list of the artists and recordings that have come through after Doug Easley and Davis McCain took over will give you some idea of just how vital it’s remained.

Sonic Youth, The White Stripes, John Spencer Blues Explosion, Guided By Voices, Pavement, Alex Chilton, The Grifters, The Gories, Cat Power, Wilco, Tav Falco, Silver Jews, Reigning Sound, American Death Ray, The Spinanes, Oblivians, Jeff Evans, Jeff Buckley ….. and on and on and on. I haven’t even scratched the surface.

Loretta Lynn’s Grammy Winning Van Lear Rose, produced by Jack White, was mixed at Easley. Jack and Loretta autographed the microwave oven.

Apparently no one was injured, and the studio’s soundproof door stopped the flames — but the devastation reportedly included considerable damage to the control room and consoles. .

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The Real F-Word

Immediately after the first Bush inauguration, I stopped at a red light, and a young man who couldn’t have been more than 18 pulled up beside me, rolled down the window, and indicated that he’d noticed my “Hail to the Thief” bumper sticker, affixed there in honor of the contested 2000 presidential election. Informing me that I was an “America-hating Communist,” he mimed firing a pistol at me and instructed me where I should go; it wasn’t to the Good Place. As he squealed off, I noticed on his pick-up several flag decals, a Christian fish symbol, and a Bush/Cheney sticker.

Shocked and slightly afraid, I cleared my car of all political expression when I got home.

But, in keeping with certain American traditions — like the constitutionally provided one of free expression — I opted again last fall to politically adorn my auto, thinking that a simple red, white, and blue Kerry/Edwards campaign logo would be less inflammatory. Nope. One morning, while pumping gas, another customer approached my car. “Un-American Christian-hating bitches like you should be shot!” he yelled. When he drove off, I noticed a black “W The President” decal, an “I Support Our Troops” magnetic ribbon, a Christian academy sticker, and a large American flag on the back of his SUV. Once again, I was stunned by the hostility and aggression of a total stranger.

I have told friends about these incidents, and they have shared similar experiences. What’s going on?

Why are some of the supporters of this president so riled by simple expressions of an opposing viewpoint? How did certain Americans become so enraptured with a sense of political supremacy that acts of profanity and belligerence toward their neighbors are deemed acceptable? Could it be that those who crow the loudest and the proudest about spreading freedom to other parts of the world just might be in favor of intimidating those who practice freedom here in the good ole U.S. of A.? Is this mindset connected to what appears to be a new insatiable lust for war?

Had the word “fascism” been used in the same sentence with the word “American” by the likes of Michael Moore, Alec Baldwin, or Gore Vidal, it would not surprise anyone. But no less a conservative Republican icon than Paul Craig Roberts, a former Reagan aide, apostle for supply-side economics, and Wall Street Journal editor, noted what he called the “brownshirting” of America in a recent issue of The American Conservative. And, in that same magazine’s latest issue, Scott McConnell’s piece, “Hunger for Dictatorship,” discusses in some detail what he sees as the possibility of incipient fascism in America.

Notes McConnell: “[O]ne of the biggest right-wing talk-radio hosts regularly calls for the mass destruction of Arab cities.” He quotes approvingly an observation from Mises Institute president Lew Rockwell, a fellow conservative, lamenting “the dramatic shift of the red-state bourgeoisie from leave-us-alone libertarianism, manifested in the Congressional elections of 1994, to almost totalitarian statist nationalism.” McConnell continues, “[T]he very fact that the f-word can be seriously raised in an American context is evidence enough that we have moved into a new period.”

Tremendous ironies abound. The most obvious is that those who are writing so candidly about this deeply disturbing development have supported the politicians who gave rise to it — a growing brand of religious/military/political zeal that these former fellow travelers are now willing to call openly by its proper name. n

Cheri DelBrocco writes “Mad as Hell,” a column that regularly appears on the Flyer Web site.

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JUST SAY NO TO PRIVATIZING!

Never underestimate the power of the Bush PR machine. It is a steamroller. By last November, Dubya and Co. convinced a majority of Americans that Suddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. They persuaded voters into believing the economy was robust with employment numbers growing by millions. And they were even able to influence a very sizable number of people to believe that although we were at war and had millions of children with no health care, abortion and gay marriage were the two most urgent issues facing the nation.

The latest public relations wallop to come out of the White House is what I call the Bamboozelebooza Tour. It’s slogan is “Privatize This”. The media is churning it 24/7. By now, you’ve seen and heard it. Social Security is suffering a crisis so calamitous, so urgent, so menacing, so dire, so apocalyptic… whew!…. we must fix it! Right now! It can’t wait another minute!

Of course, this is the same cock and bull we heard about WMD before the invasion of Iraq. The certainty of whether Social Security will continue to be a viable program is about nothing more than the fantasies of the right wing ideologues running the country and their efforts for raw political grabs. The last thing it has to do with is Dubya’s phony sudden concern for our children’s and grandchildren’s retirements.

In response to this recent trumped up, whirling, heap of a con-job, Democratic Congressman Harold Ford had this to offer, “The Democrats are going to have to get a better message on Social Security…Our only response cannot be to say, ‘No’”. Say what? The American worker and future generations of workers are about to have one of the bedrocks of American society, the government’s insurance plan for retirement, scammed by Bush and his pro-privatization investment banking buddies faster than one can say “Enron”. And all we are given are weasel words from one of the so-called rising stars in the so-called party of opposition.

But alas, hope springs eternal! Luckily, this week, the Democratic National Committee will most likely select Howard Dean as its new chairman. Governor Dean is very familiar with the phony Bamboozelebooza Social Security sham. In his campaign for the Presidency last year, the governor did not appear to have a problem using the word “no” when asked questions about this and other wrongheaded Bush ideas. But perhaps, for some laughs, he should invite Congressman Ford and others to watch the series of TV ads which have been featuring David Spade as a telemarketer who always says “no” to his customers’ requests. He teaches a trainee his method by using scenarios where the trainee responds with a “no”. “Mix it up! Tic tac no! E-i-e-i-no! Marco? Pono!” Pretty funny, but there is a lesson there for all Democrats. When it comes to fighting the destructive and deceitful antics of the current Republican leadership, we need someone who can just say “no”.But don’t take David Spade’s word for it. Ask Nancy Reagan.

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LOGAN YOUNG AFTERMATH

Advice to crooked football boosters: Pay the player, not his coach, and you’ll at least stay out of federal court.

Public school teacher/coach Lynn Lang was a “necessary component” of the federal government’s case against Logan Young Jr., U.S. Attorney Terry Harris said Thursday, shortly after U.S. District Judge Daniel Breen sent jurors home and gaveled the proceedings to a close.

Had Young, a 64-year-old University of Alabama booster, sent then-high school lineman Albert Means or his mother $150,000, he would have gotten himself and Means in a world of trouble with the NCAA but not the feds. Instead, Harris and fellow state and federal prosecutors decided in 2001 to criminalize dirty football recruiting and indict “public officials” Lynn Lang and Milton Kirk, leaving them little choice but to also indict Logan Young.

On Wednesday, Young was convicted on all counts of a three-count indictment alleging that he bribed Lang to obtain the services of Means at Alabama. Jurors were held over one more day to consider a forfeiture issue and decided to dock Young $96,100, payable to the United States of America. Adding insult to injury, they took almost as long to decide the forfeiture issue as they did the guilty verdict — and added a few more thousands to Young’s sizable legal bill in the process.

“It’s wrong to buy and sell 18-year-old student athletes and wrong to bribe a public school teacher,” said Harris. “When recruiting matters extend into criminal acts then they should be prosecuted.”

Young and jurors left the federal building without talking to reporters. Young’s sentencing is set for May 5th. Lang will be sentenced February 7th.

Lang faces up to five years in prison and Young up to 15 years, although the booster is likely to get something less than five years under federal sentencing guidelines. The fact that Young went to trial while Lang cooperated with the government will be part of the guidelines, Harris said.

The verdict was a setback for Young and his famous defense attorney, Jim Neal of Nashville. Friends of Neal said he has told them this would be his last case as lead counsel, although Neal did not say that himself.

Neal began his career as a federal prosecutor 45 years ago. Considering Young’s wealth and Neal’s skill, Harris and his staff were well aware of what they were up against. Prosecutors Fred Godwin and Jerry Kitchen let Harris do the post-trial talking, but another attorney in the office said the word around the federal building Wednesday after the verdict was announced was that “two ex-cops who went to night school beat Jim Neal.” On football signing day, no less. Internet guru Roy Adams wore his orange blazer to court in celebration. University of Tennessee football coach Philip Fulmer got a raise.

Neal had a bad hand and Godwin and Kitchen had a good one, but they all still had to play it out. Young did not testify, leaving the jury with no picture other than a rich guy who by his own lawyers’ admission drinks and talks and spends too much and cares way too much about college football and didn’t testify in his own defense. In hindsight, it’s hard to see how things could have been much worse by putting him on the stand.

Godwin did the dirty work and he did it well. He destroyed defense witness Ivy Williams, wrung a self-pitying statement (“not enough” as to his pay) out of former Georgia football coach Jim Donnan and exploited it perfectly, and possibly kept the defense from calling other witnesses — not that any of them would have helped. Most important, he kept the jury focused on the circumstantial connections between Young and the admittedly sleazy Lang. In closing argument, Godwin and Kitchen reminded the jury that secrecy and sleaze are by definition the guts of a bribe, and that point seems to have won the day.

The defense, on the other hand, offered the jury no alternative explanation. Out of the jury’s presence, they left the strong impression that their best hope was to get the case thrown out of court because Lang was not influenced in the performance of his public duties. They argued the point incessantly and likely will bring it up again on appeal. Plan B was to beat up Lang, but he’s built for it and took it fairly well. Plan C was to appeal to the jury’s interpretation of “beyond a reasonable doubt” and make lots of statements about the most important decisions in your own life but that one, too, was pancaked.

Jurors took barely half a day to make a decision to send Logan Young off to contemplate how he will face the autumn of his years in a federal prison because of his overzealousness in determining how an overrated defensive lineman named Albert Means would spend his autumns in Tuscaloosa.

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LOOKING FOR LA DOLCE VITA

Rome did not burn as it did when Nero fiddled, however, as George, The Warrior King visited, hundreds of thousands of inhabitants of the Eternal City protested. Things got ugly when tear gas was used by police to control the angry crowds. Vatican reporters revealed His Holiness gave Dubya a tongue lashing concerning the war in Iraq. As Bush cynically courted the American Catholic vote by placing wreaths on tombs of soldiers and presenting Freedom medals, the Pontiff gave him a piece of his mind.

Italians do not understand Bush or why he has turned everything upside down, but they are great at understanding cinema and when it comes to political theater, they know the U.S. is certainly not giving the world a Cinema Paradiso.

Metaphorically, there is always a national political movie being shown and produced by America. The country was subjected to a veritable Peyton Place during the Clinton years. It was directed by Ken Starr and others in Washington who specialized in finding big, blowsy stories featuring their favorite subject, extramarital sex. Henry Hyde and Newt Gingrich were especially adept in their production skills due to personal experiences with the subject matter. The television media did its part by becoming the official cinematographers. Revelations of affairs, stained clothes, tearful confessions, and reruns of ÒThe HugÓ created huge audiences. The family rooms of America were filled nightly with pious rants by Republican House and Senate members. The bloated sermons by the self righteous were captivating. Americans were told that lying to cover up an adulterous affair was so sinful, so horrifying, so immoral, and so unlawful, it would be the end of the world if the President was not impeached and immediately removed from office. Talk about high melodrama. The world was amused. Like all soap opera, it was a harmless, gauzy, guilty pleasure for spectators.

But life went on. Jobs were so plentiful, businesses were crying for help. Gas prices were so cheap, people were filling up and driving anywhere and everywhere. The word ÒwarÓ was never mentioned. America was at peace . America was prosperous. Those were the days of the young, the restless and the past.

The nation is now engaged in producing, as well as watching, a surreal horror flick that is a political version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Stories of car bombings, friendly fire, and humvee crashes fill daily news accounts. Weeping parents and children of the men and women killed in Iraq have become the national cinema. We no longer hear about secret sexual affairs of the extramarital kind. Instead, we have celluloid accounts of naked Iraqi prisoners being hooded, leashed, and put into human pyramids by laughing American soldiers. Life has become a living hell for most of Iraq and much of the Middle East. Grizzly special effects keep on appearing while Bush and his cast of characters repeatedly tell us that things are getting better. As with all horror movies, the world is watching with one eye open while wishing for it to be over, yet wanting to know how it will end. These are the days of the dark, the scary, and the present.

And life goes on. Layoffs, downsizing, and offshoring have brought a malaise to the new unemployed. Gas prices are so high, many families will cancel vacation plans this year. War seems to be a new national obsession.

No doubt, summer will bring us some mindless cinematic political fun in the form of the Democratic and Republican conventions, however, by November, voters may decide the bete noir of war, with all its costs, and with all its blood, death, and destruction, should replaced by something happier and more inspiring. Perhaps the country will be ready for peace, prosperity and a return of La Dolce Vita.