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A Busy Saturday
What has me worried is the idea that the Democrats ACTUALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE END OF THE ROAD. What if they actually aren’t capable of recognizing when they’ve lost? Or when we’ve run out of other people’s money? None of these people work for a living. Their concept of where money comes from and how wealth is created (and destroyed) is completely divorced from reality because they live in a government bubble. And the very small minority among them that do understand this from previous jobs and experience are okay with Progressive policies aimed at leveling/equalizing/delivering-economic-justice because they just assume that the economy can handle some siphoning. And usually it can. But not at this volume or for this time scale.
At this point, we hear about "erratic" behavior that doesn't ostensibly involve sex. What exactly are the "new questions"? This is a cheap and ridiculous article in my view. A woman who is unhappy with her sexual relationship with Wu has called his office but has not called the police, and now we're supposed to review everything else we know about him in some new context? Is this the way we are to do politics in America now?
Note that the woman who has brought this chaos into Wu's career is shielded by the newspaper's policy not to "use the names of victims of sexual assault without their permission." That's convenient. I think if you are going to have a policy like that, you should not report at all unless the alleged victim has reported a crime to the police. It's not fair.
At least 32 people died when a high-speed train smashed into a stalled train in China's eastern Zhejiang province Saturday, state media said, raising new questions about the safety of the fast-growing rail network.
The accident occurred on a bridge near the city of Wenzhou after the first train lost power due to a lightning strike and a bullet train following behind crashed into it, state television said.
The total power failure rendered useless an electronic safety system designed to warn following trains of stalled trains on the tracks up ahead, and automatically halt them before a collision can occur, the report added.
It showed one or possibly two carriages on the ground under the bridge, with another hanging above it. Several other carriages derailed in the accident near Wenzhou, some 860 miles south of Beijing.
More than 200 people have been taken to hospital, the official Xinhua news agency added.
One train was heading from Beijing to the coastal city of Fuzhou, the other was running from Zhejiang provincial capital Hangzhou, also to Fuzhou.
"The train suddenly shook violently, casting luggage all around," Xinhua quoted survivor Liu Hongtao as saying.
"Passengers cried for help but no crew responded."
Big Man Down: Clarence Clemons RIP
Clarence Clemons, the saxophonist in Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band, whose jovial onstage manner, soul-rooted style and brotherly relationship with Mr. Springsteen made him one of rock’s most beloved sidemen, died on Saturday at a hospital in Palm Beach, Fla. He was 69.The cause was complications of a stroke he suffered last Sunday at his home in Singer Island, Fla., a spokeswoman for Mr. Springsteen said.
In a statement released Saturday night, Mr. Springsteen called Mr. Clemons “my great friend, my partner.”
“With Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music,” he added. “His life, his memory and his love will live on in that story and in our band.”
From the beginnings of the E Street Band in 1972, Mr. Clemons played a central part in Mr. Springsteen’s music, complementing the group’s electric guitar and driving rhythms in songs like “Born to Run” and “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out” with muscular, melodic saxophone hooks that echoed doo-wop, soul and early rock ’n’ roll.
But equally important to the group’s image was the sense of affection and unbreakable camaraderie between Mr. Springsteen and his sax man. Few E Street Band shows were complete without a shaggy-dog story about the stormy night the two men met at a bar in Asbury Park, N.J., or a long bear hug between them at the end of the night.
RIP Jack LaLanne
Jack LaLanne, the fitness guru who inspired television viewers to trim down, eat well and pump iron for decades before diet and exercise became a national obsession, died Sunday. He was 96.
LaLanne died of respiratory failure due to pneumonia Sunday afternoon at his home in Morro Bay on California's central coast, his longtime agent Rick Hersh said.
Lalanne ate healthy and exercised every day of his life up until the end, Hersh said.
"I have not only lost my husband and a great American icon, but the best friend and most loving partner anyone could ever hope for," Elaine LaLanne, Lalanne's wife of 51 years and a frequent partner in his television appearances, said in a written statement.
Just before he had heart valve surgery in 2009 at age 95, Jack Lalanne told his family that dying would wreck his image, his publicist Ariel Hankin said at the time.
LaLanne may have been a showman, and a bit of a ham, but he was very serious about health and fitness:
In 1936 in his native Oakland, LaLanne opened a health studio that included weight-training for women and athletes. Those were revolutionary notions at the time, because of the theory that weight training made an athlete slow and "muscle bound" and made a woman look masculine.
"You have to understand that it was absolutely forbidden in those days for athletes to use weights," he once said. "It just wasn't done. We had athletes who used to sneak into the studio to work out.
"It was the same with women. Back then, women weren't supposed to use weights. I guess I was a pioneer," LaLanne said.
The son of poor French immigrants, he was born in 1914 and grew up to become a sugar addict, he said.
The turning point occurred one night when he heard a lecture by pioneering nutritionist Paul Bragg, who advocated the benefits of brown rice, whole wheat and a vegetarian diet.
"He got me so enthused," LaLanne said. "After the lecture I went to his dressing room and spent an hour and a half with him. He said, 'Jack, you're a walking garbage can.'"
Soon after, LaLanne constructed a makeshift gym in his back yard. "I had all these firemen and police working out there and I kind of used them as guinea pigs," he said.
He said his own daily routine usually consisted of two hours of weightlifting and an hour in the swimming pool.
"It's a lifestyle, it's something you do the rest of your life," LaLanne said. "How long are you going to keep breathing? How long do you keep eating? You just do it."
Methods of Dance
The Dust Blows Forward 'N The Dust Blows Back: Captain Beefheart Dies
Captain Beefheart, avant garde rocker, died today aged 69.
Real name Don Van Vliet, the singer passed away at a California hospital due to complications from multiple sclerosis, reports Entertainment Weekly.
Beefheart is best known for being an iconic experimental musician, from 1967 through to the early '80s.
He famously enjoyed challenging his fans and expectations about rock 'n' roll. In 1978 he said:
"People like music to be in tune because they've heard it in tune all the time.
"I really tried to break that down."
Beefheart not only left an impression on his fans, but other musicians too.
According to Spin magazine, his 1969 album "Trout Mask Replica" inspired everyone from Tom Waits and John Lennon, to Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey.
Beefheart retired from making music in 1982.
His overall record sales were low compared to the large influence his music had on others.
He spent most of the 80s focusing on his visual artwork.
The Captain was - along with the Velvets and Zappa - one of the original avant-garde rockers; a guy from the California desert who mixed Howlin' Wolf-style blues, free jazz, and goofy poetry into an instantly recognizable sound. Here he is with his classic Trout Mask Replica era Magic Band
OK, so it's not Paul Anka. That's the whole point. He was the guy you listened to if you didn't want to be a square or a hippie*. And, he was worth listening to at least for his inspired word play. Just look at the track listing for Lick My Decals Off, Baby. (one of the great album titles)
Side one:
- "Lick My Decals Off, Baby" – 2:38
- "Doctor Dark" – 2:46
- "I Love You, You Big Dummy" – 2:54
- "Peon" – 2:24
- "Bellerin' Plain" – 3:35
- "Woe-is-uh-Me-Bop" – 2:06
- "Japan in a Dishpan" – 3:00
Side two:
- "I Wanna Find a Woman That'll Hold My Big Toe Till I Have To Go" – 1:53
- "Petrified Forest" – 1:40
- "One Red Rose That I Mean" – 1:52
- "The Buggy Boogie Woogie" – 2:19
- "The Smithsonian Institute Blues (or the Big Dig)" – 2:11
- "Space-Age Couple" – 2:32
- "The Clouds Are Full of Wine (not Whiskey or Rye)" – 2:50
- "Flash Gordon's Ape" – 4:15
Honestly, don't you at least want to hear what a song with a title like "I Wanna Find a Woman That'll Hold My Big Toe Till I Have To Go" sounds like?
Beefheart was inevitably "embraced" by the Europeans, even as he was "rejected" in his own country. Meh. Those Euro-weenies need to be descended from a member of the House of Lords, and go through years of art school to do a fraction of what the Captain - did he even finish high school? - accomplished. As strange as he was, he was that classic American archetype: the self-invented original who seemed to arise fully formed from the great American wilderness. Good bye, Captain.
*if you want to hear him do some semi-"regular" music listen to Hot Rats, the album he made with Frank Zappa.
Who Wants To Live Forever?
The Death of Ted Stevens
Ted Stevens, the longest-serving Republican senator in U.S. history, died after a small plane carrying him and eight others crashed in a remote part of Alaska Monday.
Four others died with the former Alaska senator in the crash outside Dillingham, authorities said. Four survivors were transported to a hospital in Anchorage, about 330 miles northeast of the crash site.
Authorities said the others who died are the 62-year-old pilot, Terry Smith; and Bill Phillips, a former Senate aide to Mr. Stevens. Dana Tindall, 48, a vice president at GCI, the Anchorage telephone and cable company that owned the plane, died along with her 16-year-old daughter, Corey.
The survivors include Sean O'Keefe, the former National Aeronautics and Space Administration chief who is now head of European Aeronautic Defence & Space Co.'s North American unit, and his son Kevin. Mr. Phillips' 13-year-old son, Willy, and another former Senate aide, Jim Morhard, also survived.
We Were Solders Once...And Young
Robert McNamara's death has elicited the predictable round of naval-gazing and pompous denunciations of America's misbegotten adventures in Viet Nam. McNamara has been such a lightning rod for so long, it's easy to forget that he was a Big Government liberal who served in the JFK and LBJ Administrations that gave us the New Frontier (whatever that was) and the Great Society (sadly, we know what this was). McNamara's epitaph was written decades ago, and has been all too predictable: Robert S McNamara, Architect of a Futile War, Dead at 93 His wife, Diana, said Mr. McNamara died in his sleep at 5:30 a.m., adding that he had been in failing health for some time. Mr. McNamara was the most influential defense secretary of the 20th century. Serving Presidents Robert S. McNamara, the forceful and cerebral defense secretary who helped lead the nation into the maelstrom of Vietnam and spent the rest of his life wrestling with the war’s moral consequences, died Monday at his home in Washington. He was 93.
“He’s like a jackhammer,” Johnson said. “No human being can take what he takes. He drives too hard. He is too perfect.”
As early as April 1964, Senator Wayne Morse, Democrat of Oregon, called Vietnam “McNamara’s War.” Mr. McNamara did not object. “I am pleased to be identified with it,” he said, “and do whatever I can to win it.” Half a million American soldiers went to war on his watch. More than 16,000 died; 42,000 more would fall in the seven years to come.
The war became his personal nightmare. Nothing he did, none of the tools at his command — the power of American weapons, the forces of technology and logic, or the strength of American soldiers — could stop the armies of North Vietnam and their South Vietnamese allies, the Vietcong. He concluded well before leaving the Pentagon that the war was futile, but he did not share that insight with the public until late in life.
If you did not grow up in the Sixties, it can be very difficult to learn the history of the Viet Nam War in the same straight forward manner you may learn about WW2 or the Civil War. The excuse is always that the "passions of the era" are still too raw. The truth is that liberals have been trying to obscure their igniminious behavior throughout the War. Viet Nam was a liberal's war. They started it. Then, they waged it so poorly that we were declared to have "lost" (but, not really). And, finally, liberals were the ones who abandoned our South Vietnamese allies to their fate. The Greatest Generation liberals lost the war, while the Baby Boomer liberals burned flags to protest the war. Both groups have tried desperately to blame Nixon, Kissenger, Westmoreland, McNamara, anyone but themselves for the war's disasters. For decades after, a US soldier couldn't flick off his safety in a foreign country without Ted Kennedy, or whoever, intoning that "America cannot fight another Viet Nam." In Viet Nam, liberals were revealed to be, almost simultaneously, as bellicose and treasonous, pro-war and anti-war, sanctimoneous and sniveling.I can remember back in 1995 when McNamara wrote his book "atoning" for his errors in conducting the war, and claiming outrageously that he hadn't thought it was winnable, even as he was leading the massive escalations that turned a police action into a land war. MacNeil/Lehrer had a panel discussion featuring, among others, John McCain and George McGovern. McCain - who, remember was one of the young men fighting the "unwinnable war" whom McNamara was supposedly wasting - was the soul of equnimity, saying that too much time had passed for him to feel any anger towards McNamara. George McGovern, meanwhile, acted like it was 1972, intoning over and over again "If I had been president..." and telling us what he would have done differently. Finally, McCain, who had been doing a slow boil, snapped, "If you had been elected president, I would still be there!" McGovern shut the hell up after that. If only we could do that everyday...
By my count, McNamara's life saw three betrayals. He betrayed the American public by waging a war so poorly that the American military - which had defeated the Japanese Empire 20 years earlier - was unable to defeat a poor country like Viet Nam. He betrayed the soldiers, sailors and airmen who fought and died under his watch by announcing decades later that he never thought the war was winnable (Nixon was to prove him wrong). He betrayed our erstwhile allies in South Viet Nam by befriending the detestable General Giap late in life.
There was little in the man that was admirable. And there is little that is admirable in the people trying to bury him with the anti-war slogans of 40 years ago, rather than wonder how a "whiz kid" Big Government liberal could have gone so terribly wrong.
Jack Kemp, RIP
The great Jack Kemp has died:Jack Kemp: Star on Field and Politics, Dead at 73Jack Kemp, the former football star turned congressman who with an evangelist’s fervor moved the Republican Party to a commitment to tax cuts as the central focus of economic policy, died Saturday evening at his home in Bethesda, Md. He was 73.
Kemp is proof that you never know when history is going to be made. He started his political career as one of the most familiar "types" in American politics: the celebrity turned politician. But Kemp didn't just rest on his laurels. Whether he intended to or not, he helped launch a political revolution while clutching little more than Arthur Laffer's napkin. He helped change, not just the direction of the GOP and tax policy, but also America's self-image and economy.
Having helped lead the Reagan Revolution, Kemp turned his attention and gifts to creating a Republican alternative for alleviating poverty and inner-city dysfunction. Kemp was, of course, much less successful at this endeavor. Liberals didn't trust him, and conservatives saw no point in expending political capital for voters who would never vote for him. Looking back, this was a real lost opportunity, although the Clinton-Gingrich Welfare Reform Act made some headway towards adopting Kemp's initiatives.
Kemp, like Pat Moynihan, was one of those people who - for whatever reason - were on many folks' wishlists of "politicians who should be president, but never will." The closest Kemp came was his turn as Bob Dole's VP candidate in 1996. By then, the times were already passing Kemp by. The causes that Kemp had championed were not just the foundation of the GOP platform, they had been co-opted by the Dems whose statist visions Kemp had fought throughout his career.
The GOP has lost one of its great ones today. We can only hope that somewhere in DC (or elsewhere) a young Republican is sitting down for dinner next to a young economist, who can help sketch out a new vision for freedom and prosperity.
Living Well The Chicago Way
A glad-handing force of nature to some and a press-savvy con artist to others, Christopher Janus cut a legendary swath through Chicago's art and business communities.
A big-picture guy in culture as in business, he led delegations of noteworthy Chicagoans to Athens for democracy conferences, to Persepolis in 1971 for the 2,500th anniversary of Iran's monarchy and to China shortly after it reopened to the West. Yet many detected something not quite straight about the Bache & Co. broker.
"We never knew what kind of stockbroker he was -- maybe he never actually was one. That would figure, too," says Universal Press Syndicate columnist Georgie Anne Geyer, a longtime friend. "I have myself always mistrusted people who don't have a touch of larceny."
In his perhaps most famous exploit, he undertook a globe-trotting detective mission to discover the whereabouts of Peking Man, fossils of primitive man discovered in China in the 1920s and 1930s. The fossils disappeared in mysterious circumstances during World War II, and Mr. Janus seemed hot on the trail. That was shortly before he was convicted of fraud for the loans he took out to finance the venture. The fossils remain at large.
Gravest Hits Hits Grave
Cramps founder and punk pioneer Lux Interior has died. Does this mean the Halloween show is canceled?
The Cramps were one of the foundational bands playing the Unheard Music. Their compatriots were bands like The Ramones, the Violent Femmes, Sonic Youth, and The Fall; bands that returned year after year to the same clubs and small arenas. They never had much in the way of popular appeal, but their posters and T-shirts were ubiquitous style elements for the college hispter set in the Eighties.
You may not feel it, but it's the end of a sort of era.
That'll Be The Day When I Die
Today is the 50th(!) anniversary of the death of Buddy Holly, or "The Day The Music Died." Many have wondered how such an unassuming kid from Lubbock, TX could make music that could inspire the likes of The Beatles and The Stones.
It's hard to know what we lost with him. Maybe he would have turned to drugs, added a sitar to the Crickets' sound, made records filled with 20 minute "jams." That could have happened.
The Lost Art of the Nickname
Harold Pinter Has Died
Harold Pinter has died. Like many western artists, Pinter's crabbed anti-American leftism overwhelmed any aesthetic qualities his work may have had. His Nobel acceptance speech was an embarrassment; an old man's rant against a nation whose wealth and culture was big enough and open enough to accept and exalt Pinter's groundbreaking works. Even if Pinter was too twisted to stop himself, surely his wife - a literary figure in her own right - should have known enough to stop him.