CRACK WHORE

CRACK WHORE

The United States in RETROGRADE

The two items most common in habituation are opiates and alcohol. Alcohol is one electron from

being ether, anesthetic for the brain,

I have learned from experience and study of pharmacology text med-school books; the brain of all

humans have receptors in every brain cell that dope (the kind you shoot up) mimics the naturally

self emitted neurotransmitter 'endomorphin' BETTER THAN MORPHINE WHEN YOU FEEL IT. It is

now common knowledge by academic experts in pharmacology that "immediate heroin

addiction" occurs in people whose brains are endomorphin deprived. In other words a condition that

could be humanely treated and give dignity to several of our fellow citizens cannot overcome without a main feeling of deprivation. In truth an analog to a diabetic, only brain-wise.

This is the approach adopted in the UK, that so many corporate media pundits capitalists paid-mouthpieces sneered while ridiculing English government for supplying addicts with maintenance doses of heroin.

While alcohol is chemically similar to ether; it is a known fact certain individuals metabolize alcohol in the bizarre way of producing THIQ (tetra-hydro-iso-quinaline; analogous to dope, satisfying the same receptors heroin, morphine contact initiating the same feeling of well being.

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like Reagan

by the time 1980 rolled around Reagan had so much money and superb media handlers-the Hollywood thing; it's frightening the American public are such sheep, and it is a miracle and element of Providence that

Barack Obama is our President. I am so proud of him! Carter's final deficit was $65 Billion, a low

that has never been duplicated; although Clinton presided over years the US budget had a surplus

of revenue on paper; however the percentage paid to maintain debt in those budgets offsets the gains balance should provide.

The deficit amounts Reagan, George HW Bush racked up ruined the savings and loan; with government sponsored

loans of all description if asset 'paperwork' could be presented, documented...

So they write these 'balloon' mortgages for anyone with papers, they did it in the 80's and the same shit is done in the

2000's-2 Bushes preside over the financial and mathematical collapse of the centers of capital; forcing consolidation,

requiring a deficit budget for humanitarian reasons.

I am ashamed of Bill Clinton for signing a crime bill that restricts Federal Habeas

Corpus; the switch from welfare to incarceration was more distinct than finding the imaginary work

Clinton believes he oversaw, how many fast food? It don't matter to him, he has all the resources

to guarantee an interesting lifestyle, college girl BJ's whatever...

The masses are improved when government is most benevolent. I received 2 $118.00 checks a

month while I lived in the Cass Corridor. You had to walk all the way over past Tiger Stadium from

Woodward; a f'ing hike; to 12th St. (Rosa Parks Blvd.) and Lafayette; two blocks from the river.

Take your ID and sign up, $236.00 a month would guarantee rent on a livable unit, which could be

'vendored' right to the landlord; a good idea, because the 1st month I quit the vendor program, the

check went like water, and the late rent ended up getting me evicted, old-school they moved all

my furniture and possessions out to the front sidewalk and left them, landlord refused to allow me

to catch up the rentsent me to landlord-tenant court, the whole enchilada, where I told the Judge

the place was roach-infested, and ill cared for; but because you cannot legally withhold rent

regardless of the merit of cause without bringing bankers into the equation and maintaining an

escrow account balance equal to the rent owed. No matter how filthy, in need of paint, it probably

had lead-based;

Dunlap Building at 488 W. Willis dated to pre-WWII, a home for immigrants. My best friend then,

Sylvester Gabarzyck, Syl, native of Hamtramck, born 4/9/49; (a number he steadily played in the 4

digit lottery, 4949; it came in on a day he didn't play; he was truly PO'ed.) Old enough to

remember the 60's, was an Army cook like my father; his division is unknown except it wasn't the

82nd Airborne, my Dad's unit, because I asked. Because we were layabouts; whose only job

opportunity was $5-$8 an hour to line cook, depending on initial negotiations; raises were unheard

of because one could easily be replaced in labor rich Detroit. I never got a penny more from

anyone than how I sold my self at first impression, even after proving ability to do the job, tripling

my hourly wage for him in value-added profits; post Reagan, post Air-Traffic controller strike and

old President Reagan firing all of them that remained on strike beyond his arbitrarily chosen

deadline; an edict worse than King George III. People accepted this naked attack on the union

movement because So much enthusiasm was ginned up in the media. There exist the equipment

paid for by those union workers in the US military and state guard to transport anything of an

urgent or life threatening (transplant organ) anywhere from coast to coast or anywhere in the world;

to embarrass commies we spent royally on the Berlin Airlift, which cost in today's money is

incalculable. It means that Reagan had a choice, declare emergency because of the strike and

coordinate alternate means of transport that required air travel; for which it was more a luxury to

the remaining travelers with buses and trains running; vast calculation of money-income was

taken from the working class that day, like taking the land of the nations and tribes, that has

determined more of the impending future than any other single act; it was an act of war, a seizure

of a custom; never corrected in court.

When Syl was a kid his mother worked in my apartment building, she mopped the

hallways 3 times a day, among other tasks. The destruction of low cost housing is a act of

class warfare, never heard of on NBC, CNN...

Only when the poor and oppressed gain a voice is the term 'class warfare' used by

Corporate Media. If anyone thinks it's cheaper to keep someone in these monstrously expensive

prisons, that give him $236.00 a month cash, and $95.00 in food stamp BOOKS, society offering

the underemployed a means to stay out of trouble in a depressed environment; a degree of

humanism but certainly not a paradise, My area was buzzing with criminals, everyone knew a

crook or two; mostly it was people who sought to live together in that urban milieu; buildings

which looked like sound stage creations for a NYC location. It was cool knowing so many people

THEN; "DIDVIDE AND CONQUER".

NOW THE CRACK WHORE IS OBVIOUSLY A HUMAN WILLING TO PUT-OUT SEXUALLY FOR

THE ROCK. Whether or not CIA Ollie North Did give instruction to LA gang members (no

chemists) on the means of creating an easy to make, and move around with, version of freebase

Cocaine. It sounds like them. The experience of crack smoking is unlike any other drug

experience, the rush is immediate and immensely rewarding flood of brain produced chemicals,

especially dopamine. It is hard to stop smoking until your broke if one has ready access to

supply and cash on hand. The end of the line is dictated by finances to me. After one comes

down, calms down, and sleeps normally and dreams 'rem' sleep, there is no compelling 'urge' to

use, beyond the known fondness one has for Coke and its extravagent cost holding you in check.

The crack whore will trade sex for a rock; the barrier of cost is eliminated in ratio to the

flesh market, her looks and location-location-location. The ones I saw on the stroll along Fenkell or

Telegraph/I-96 exhibited prosperity in small secret triumphs when she got something to put in her

stem. Looks, dress, attitude, was that of a hounded soul.

It is funny now to look back on the 80's and the huge expansion of treatment centers,

and see how for many of us who went through them it was the 'legally' prescribed manner of

homelessness and keeping one's union job to rationalize tardiness, malingering-something

performance related because I know people who can work high and some who cannot; the

insurance money that flowed through them then was almost unlimited by Blue Cross. UAW

members were sent to La Jolla spa...the whole mixed up world of US health care cost.

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I'M REOPENING THE INSTITUTE

Obama's victory has inspired me.

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Review of City Lights Books for yelp.com

A Legend.

I read Allen Ginsberg for the first time while I was shacked up with the knocked–up love of my life Sheryl in the basement apartment on Plymouth Road. We were downtown Detroit on some needless errand. I went into the Main Library, 19 years old, soon to be a Dad, it was the first time I had entered there. A marble–nificent structure on Woodward Avenue opposite the equally grand quarry dug Institute of Arts that I took her to on one of our first dates, my college boy act wearing tissue thin as I navigated the alien space Martian Chronicles wary.

I didn’t know jacksquat about poetry either, but recognized the name from some hipster shit I read in Rolling Stone (I had a 1 year subscription in High School) or a Playboy magazine (rarely encountered). It was an original City Lights edition of Howl and Other Poems Lawrence Ferlenghetti may have worked the binding press himself. In my hand it seemed so humble. It seemed like something I could do be a writer and end my days of slicing corned beef. Those early volumes looked like they made them in the garage. I didn’t know jacksquat about poetry, less of Ginsberg; had not a clue he was gay If I had known before I checked it out, I would’nt have I discovered on the D-DOT bus GINSBERG WAS flaming. The gay shit freaked me out, it really did, my best friend came out of as gay after High School from High School. Mark—I’d been knowing him since 7^th grade, in 1980 he worked as a DJ in the gay bar, Club Aruba. It was no secret in her house. There was something there too; it didn’t rhyme, and I was really thinking I could write shit like this!

I read to the corner of Grand River and Plymouth, from whence we set out walking home, destination 2 blocks east of Evergreen, about 4-5 miles. Stupid-ass kids from the suburbs didn’t know how to work them bus transfers. It was warm, she was showing, went into labor, woke me up and delivered Robin in a span of just under 3 hours on the first day of Summer, say it was the end of April. I continued reading even as we walked more or less wordless verbally, passing the World Headquarters of American Motors on our hike, now defunct, it was still in business then–they just bought out Jeep in fact. Unexpected, AMC HQ, looked at odds with the neighborhood, on the perimeter of the 1967 Riot Zone of a dozen years before.

She finally peeped it downstairs and called me a fag for reading so much of it. It was no secret in her house.

She didn't get it or just couldn't resist an aim to hurt me because she hurt, so tired from walking.

I saw broken–hearted genius.

Equal to Dylan or Hank Williams in a way different milieu.

He described sex so utilitarian—an escape from pain like shooting dope.

THE LOVE HE DESCRIBED was wholly spiritual–“the baby crawling toward the TV screen”! Come on man!

It was freaking me out. It didn’t rhyme, and I was really thinking I could write shit like this!

I started writing immediately, on that card table we had in the half subterranean kitchen and reading all the hipster beatnik shit I could get my hands on. I was going to make it. Get over; be the suit wearing golf player Southfield Public Schools had prepared me to be. I used plain unlined paper. I swear I originated white rap before Kid Rock was born. I forced myself to write when all it was was gibberish, with a ring to it. I kept my work, my poetry in an empty Luv’s diaper box after the baby came, stacked neatly, it was perfect letter-size. This nugget of trivia from my personal history would be the mental pebble in my shoe, how appropriate reality strings events like beads before our unseeing eyes; when she left me for the red-headed neighbor, my Luv’s box of scribbled treasure went in the dumpster, she moved from our 2^nd storey apartment (with a balcony) to Don’s basement flat below; all while I struggled through a hellish Summer at Ft. Dix NJ, graduating US Army bootcamp as an Expert shot with my M-16, which constant observation and cleaning etched in my memory it was not a Colt, but was an oddball manufactured by Hydramatic–my wife’s lover’s employer, I came to learn, a good UAW job that a cooperative Japanese doctor allowed him to collect those GM paychecks for rolling around in bed with her–ah so–honorable Dr. say he have heart condition–while I play soldier (for victorious A-Bomb Army–ah–so) in the sandbox–from–hell that is central New Jersey every August. While I was finally ready to serve Uncle Sam; a computer rejected my Social Security Number (everyone’s serial number) revealing my Naval career was marred by less than military bearing, Company A’s Top Sergeant, First Sergeant Davis, an NFL big African-American professional soldier called me “a model soldier” , hell I sent all my pay home to Sheryl and quietly read the Holy Bible I’d brought with me from home (New Jerusalem Bible version) in the barracks while not training (I got drunk once)—the US Army could not override IBM. I received my 2^nd Honorable Discharge.

They tore everything down in Detroit.

Hudson’s

Grande Ballroom (equal to the Fillmore)

Plum Street (the whole fucking street–Motown's Haight/Ashbury layout–knocked down for the Interstate)

The Packard factory

See the "Fabulous Ruins of Detroit" tour:

http://www.detroityes.com/home.htm

Observe a Catholic Parish virtually disappear with a mouse wave:

http://detroityes.com/webisodes/2004/13-UrbanPrairie/St-Cyril.htm

Be thankful, ye denizens of Mediterranean climed SF, that one may trod where history was and see more than asphalt where the eyeballs of our Mother and Father peered and wished. Plus the weather IS like the French Riviera.

VOTE FOR THAT ONE he's good

Remarks of Senator Barack Obama, as prepared for delivery
Resources for the Future
1616 P Street, NW
Washington, DC
September 15, 2005

As the flood waters recede in New Orleans and the survivors of Katrina begin to rebuild their lives, one truth has become achingly clear over the past few weeks:

Our government wasn't ready to save its own citizens from a catastrophe of biblical proportions. It wasn't even close.

Despite years of planning, preparing, and warnings from countless scientists, experts, and government officials - that the levees would break, that our first responders didn't have the best tools for communication, that FEMA was under-funded and undervalued - despite all of this, Katrina caught the government off-guard, flat-footed, and dangerously disorganized.

The most tragic consequence of this slow response was the incalculable loss of human life.

But miles off the Gulf Coast, as the deadly storm first raged towards shore, another frightening consequence emerged from our government's failure to prepare.

In the moments before the hurricane hit, Gulf refineries that made up one-eighth of our country's total capacity were evacuated and shut down. 95% of oil production was immediately suspended in a region where we find over a quarter of America's oil. And gas prices that were already at record highs shot up even further all over the country - reaching $6 a gallon in some places. Today, they're hovering over $3 - a price that experts say will remain for the rest of the year. And what we don't see on television is how in a few months, the price of home heating oil and natural gas will reach new heights as well.

It would be one thing if this storm struck at a time of stability. But over the last few years, limited supplies and an unprecedented growth in demand have sent the global oil market itself teetering towards the edge of disaster. With our own Energy Department telling us that U.S. demand for oil will jump 40% over the next twenty years and countries like China and India adding millions of cars to their roads, the price of oil is reaching levels we just can't handle anymore.

A few years ago, we paid just $25 for a barrel of oil. Today, we're paying around $63. Since this affects the price of everything from gas to airfare to groceries, analysts at Global Insight, an economic consulting firm, say that if we hit $100 a barrel, the U.S. economy could very well tumble into recession.

Which brings me to one of the central lessons of Katrina, one that goes far beyond the gas hikes and the price gouging we're facing today:

The days of running a 21st century economy on a 20th century fossil fuel are numbered - and we need to realize that before it's too late.

Our persistent dependence on oil is a danger our government has known about for years. And despite constant warnings by researchers and scientists, major corporations and our own government officials, it's a danger they have failed to prepare for, listen to, or seriously try to guard against.

It's a danger we can no longer afford to ignore. Katrina, after all, was a natural disaster that affected only our domestic oil supply. But just imagine the threat to our national security from a geopolitical disaster - a war or an embargo - that cut off our supply from the rest of the world, where we get most of our oil.

Right now, we depend on some of the most politically volatile countries in the Middle East and elsewhere to fuel our energy needs. It doesn't matter if they're budding democracies, despotic regimes with nuclear intentions, or havens for the madrassas that plant the seeds of terror in young minds - they get our money because we need their oil.

What's worse - it's oil that's not very well protected. Over the last few years, we know that terrorists have stepped up their attempts to launch attacks on the poorly defended oil tankers and pipelines of the Middle East. And a former CIA agent tells us that if a terrorist hijacked a plane in Kuwait and crashed it into an oil complex in Saudi Arabia, it could take enough oil off the market to cause more economic damage than a direct attack on the United States.

At that point, $6 a gallon would look like a steal.

Hopefully, this short-term, hurricane-induced oil crisis will subside. But the clear and present danger to our economy and our security from America's long-term dependency on oil will not subside - unless we act now. In fact, it will only get worse.

As usual, the American people are already way ahead of Washington. Whether it's Galesburg farmers growing the corn that can fuel our cars or the Chicago factory workers making the microchip that let's us plug them in, people across the country have been taking America's energy future into their own hands with the same sense of innovation and optimism that sent the Wright brothers into the sky, led Dr. Salk to a cure for polio, and fueled Henry Ford's confidence that his workers could afford the cars they made.

But for too long now, this can-do spirit has been stifled by a can't-do government that seems to think it has no role in solving great national challenges or rallying a country to a cause. One that's content with simply giving more tax breaks to energy industries without asking for anything in return. Content with sending $650 million a day to countries like Saudi Arabia to pay for our fuel. And content with energy legislation that takes on only the easiest parts of the problem.

Now, I voted for the last energy bill. Because it took some baby steps in the right direction. It invests in the renewable, homegrown biofuels that could turn out to be some of the most promising alternatives to oil. It contains some provisions that would help us use alternative energy sources, increase our refinery capacity, and invest in clean coal technology. And recently, the administration made some executive policy changes that make it more difficult to classify cars as "light trucks," which would increase the production of more fuel-efficient cars.

None of these provisions do any harm - and a few do some good. But the energy bill and the administration's reforms don't suffer from sins of commission. Instead, they suffer from sins of omission. The solutions are too timid - the reforms too small. A bill that reduces our dependency on foreign oil by just 3% when our demand is about to jump 40% is not a serious energy policy. We need to do more.

The truth is, an oil future is not a secure future for America. Indeed, the rest of the world is already moving away from oil, and the longer we wait, the more difficult and painful it will be for our companies and our workers to catch up. Countries like China and Japan are creating jobs and slowing oil consumption by churning out and buying millions of fuel-efficient cars. Brazil, a nation that once relied on foreign countries to import 80% of its crude oil, will now be entirely self-sufficient in a few years thanks to its investment in biofuels. By getting more ethanol on the market and equipping their cars with the flexible-fuel engines that allow them to run on this fuel, Brazil has succeeded secured its energy supply while still giving consumers a break at the pump.

So why can't we do this? Why can't this be one of the great American projects of the 21st century?

The answer is, it can. We can do this with technology we have on the shelves right now; we can do it by saving, not crippling, our ailing auto companies; and we can do it by using the kind of clean, renewable sources of energy that we can literally grow right here in America.

There's no silver bullet. A solution to our energy dilemma won't come overnight. But we don't have to accept the wait-and-see attitude anymore. It flies in the face of our history and our founding principles. Katrina has shown us what could happen if we don't move away from an oil economy, but it has also provided us with a moment to challenge that kind of a future. Now is the time to seize that moment.

In the short-term, this probably means that we'll need to build even more refinery capacity and create not just a Strategic Petroleum Reserve, but also a Strategic Gasoline Reserve so that we can deal with the type of shortages we saw from Katrina. It means that we'll need to invest more in the clean technology that will allow us to burn more coal, our country's most abundant fossil fuel. And it means that we should continue to encourage the use of renewable fuels - by insisting that they make up 20% of our energy use and making sure that every new car in America has a flexible-fuel engine by 2010.

But we need to take even greater steps than these short-term measures. We need solutions that strike at the very heart of our dependence on oil.

Right now, the largest consumers of oil in this country are the cars we drive. And right now, we also have the technology to build cars that travel much further on a gallon of gas. We already have thousands of gas-electric hybrid cars driving around that can get 50 miles per gallon. Soon, plug-in hybrids will be able to get 75 miles per gallon. And experts believe that if we pump biofuels like E85 into a plug-in hybrid car, we can actually get up to 500 miles per gallon of gasoline.

So the technology is on the shelf. It's ready and available for our car companies to use. If we made sure that all passenger vehicles built in the U.S. got 40 miles per gallon, we would save consumers up to $5,000 at the pump over the life of their cars.

If we do this alone, we could reduce our dependence on foreign oil by over 1 billion barrels a year by 2020.

For years, we've hesitated to raise fuel economy standards as a nation in part because of a very legitimate concern - the impact it would have on Detroit. The auto industry is right when they argue that transitioning to more hybrid and fuel-efficient cars would require massive investment at a time when they're struggling under the weight of rising health care costs, sagging profits, and stiff competition from Europe and Japan.

But it's precisely because of that competition that they don't have a choice. As the demand and waiting lists for hybrid cars skyrocket, demand for SUVs - American car companies' biggest source of profit - is expected to plummet. The market is telling the auto industry to move away from oil - but so far only foreign companies are listening.

China now has a higher fuel economy standard than we do, and it's got 200,000 hybrids on its roads. Japan's Toyota is doubling production of the popular Prius to sell 100,000 in the U.S. this year, and it's getting ready to open a brand new production plant in China.

These companies are running circles around their American counterparts. Ford is only making 20,000 Escape Hybrids this year, and GM's brand won't be on the market until 2007. This isn't just costing us energy efficiency - it's decimating American businesses and costing American workers their jobs.

There is now no doubt that fuel-efficient cars represent the future of the auto industry. These cars will be built and bought and mass quantities. The only question is where and by who?

If American car companies hope to be a part of that future, if they hope to compete - if they hope to survive - they must make the necessary adjustments so that they can start building these cars. And we must help them do it.

There are many ways to do this and many good conversations that already taking place. One option is to provide direct subsidies to the auto industries so that it can transition its production to more fuel-efficient vehicles. Others have suggested providing tax credits for consumers to buy these cars.

Today I'd like to give you another example of a deal that Washington could make with Detroit. We'd start by raising the fuel economy standards in this country by 3% a year over the next fifteen years. But to help our auto industry make the transition - to give them the competitive edge they need against their foreign counterparts - we'd pay for part of the biggest costs they face today: retiree health care. Right now, health care costs represent $1,500 of the price of every GM car that's made. By picking up part of the tab for the health care costs of their retirees, we'd be lifting a huge burden off the auto industry so that they'll invest in the technology that will finally reduce America's dependence on foreign oil.

These solutions - investing in more hybrids and renewable energy sources; raising CAFE standards and helping our auto industry transition to a fuel-efficient future - represent a road to energy independence that will require some tough decisions and difficult politics, but as we look toward the future, it's the road we must travel as a nation. We could open up every square inch of America to drilling and we still wouldn't even make a dent in our oil dependency. We could open up ANWR today, and at its peak, which would be more than a decade from now, it would give us enough oil to take care of our transportation needs for about a month. Clearly, this is not a solution.

At the dawn of the Internet Age, Andy Grove of Intel famously said that there are two kinds of businesses: those that use email and those that will. Today, there are two kinds of car companies: those who make fuel-efficient cars and those that will. We can't follow the world anymore. We must lead. And if we don't act now, the economic and societal benefits that have always been the hallmark of American innovation will find a home somewhere else.

There are few issues in American politics that have such a far-reaching effect on almost every aspect of our well-being as a nation, yet remain so absent from public interest and action. But as we cut through all the talk and the politics in the energy debate, we can see what the debate is really about.

We see the family that thinks twice about what they'll spend at the grocery store this week, because they've been paying $40 to fill up the tank for the last month. We see the grandmother who isn't sure how she'll make her Social Security check cover January's heating bill. The autoworker who isn't sure what the future at Ford holds for him. And the mother who sees turmoil in the Middle East and worries that someday her son might have to fight to secure our oil supply.

Ultimately, we see a nation that cannot control its future as long as it cannot control the source of energy that keeps it running.

Recently, I returned from a trip to Ukraine, where I had the opportunity to meet the nation's third president, Viktor Yushchenko. Since the country first broke away from the Soviet Union more than a decade earlier, Ukraine has been trying to forge its own identity and assert its own independence from Russia. This culminated earlier this year in the Orange Revolution, a mass demonstration from thousands of protestors who stood by Yushchenko and his promise to move his country further from the sphere of Russian influence.

President Yushchenko finally won. But today, Ukraine remains almost entirely dependent on - guess who -- Russia - for all it's oil and gas supplies. And it is widely expected that in anticipation of next year's parliamentary elections, Russia will triple the prices of both. Despite all the soaring rhetoric, the demonstrations and the courage, Ukraine still finds itself at the mercy of its former patron - a nation that can now influence every political and economic decision they make - all because of oil.

This will not be America's future - but this is the stranglehold that fossil fuels can have on a nation's freedom. Ukraine may have little choice in the matter. The most powerful and wealthy nation on earth, teeming with brilliant minds and cutting-edge technology, surely does. The genius of the American people has already shown us the path towards energy independence, now they're just waiting for their government to take them there. Let's finally get it done. Thank you.

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THE HOME STRETCH

Barack Obama

A More Perfect Union

delivered 18 March 2008, Philadelphia, PA

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[As prepared for delivery]

"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union."

Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched America’s improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across the ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.

The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation’s original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.

Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within our Constitution -- a Constitution that had at is very core the ideal of equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over time.

And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights and obligations as citizens of the United States. What would be needed were Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part -- through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk -- to narrow that gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time.

This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign -- to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together -- unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction -- towards a better future for of children and our grandchildren.

This belief comes from my unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of the American people. But it also comes from my own American story.

I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton’s Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I’ve gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world’s poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slave owners -- an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.

It’s a story that hasn’t made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts -- that out of many, we are truly one.

Throughout the first year of this campaign, against all predictions to the contrary, we saw how hungry the American people were for this message of unity. Despite the temptation to view my candidacy through a purely racial lens, we won commanding victories in states with some of the whitest populations in the country. In South Carolina, where the Confederate Flag still flies, we built a powerful coalition of African Americans and white Americans.

This is not to say that race has not been an issue in the campaign. At various stages in the campaign, some commentators have deemed me either "too black" or "not black enough." We saw racial tensions bubble to the surface during the week before the South Carolina primary. The press has scoured every exit poll for the latest evidence of racial polarization, not just in terms of white and black, but black and brown as well.

And yet, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that the discussion of race in this campaign has taken a particularly divisive turn.

On one end of the spectrum, we’ve heard the implication that my candidacy is somehow an exercise in affirmative action; that it’s based solely on the desire of wide-eyed liberals to purchase racial reconciliation on the cheap. On the other end, we’ve heard my former pastor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, use incendiary language to express views that have the potential not only to widen the racial divide, but views that denigrate both the greatness and the goodness of our nation; that rightly offend white and black alike.

I have already condemned, in unequivocal terms, the statements of Reverend Wright that have caused such controversy. For some, nagging questions remain. Did I know him to be an occasionally fierce critic of American domestic and foreign policy? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes. Did I strongly disagree with many of his political views? Absolutely -- just as I’m sure many of you have heard remarks from your pastors, priests, or rabbis with which you strongly disagreed.

But the remarks that have caused this recent firestorm weren’t simply controversial. They weren’t simply a religious leader’s effort to speak out against perceived injustice. Instead, they expressed a profoundly distorted view of this country -- a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam.

As such, Reverend Wright’s comments were not only wrong but divisive, divisive at a time when we need unity; racially charged at a time when we need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems -- two wars, a terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and potentially devastating climate change; problems that are neither black or white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all.

Given my background, my politics, and my professed values and ideals, there will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they may ask? Why not join another church? And I confess that if all that I knew of Reverend Wright were the snippets of those sermons that have run in an endless loop on the television and You Tube, or if Trinity United Church of Christ conformed to the caricatures being peddled by some commentators, there is no doubt that I would react in much the same way

But the truth is, that isn’t all that I know of the man. The man I met more than twenty years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another; to care for the sick and lift up the poor. He is a man who served his country as a U.S. Marine; who has studied and lectured at some of the finest universities and seminaries in the country, and who for over thirty years led a church that serves the community by doing God’s work here on Earth -- by housing the homeless, ministering to the needy, providing day care services and scholarships and prison ministries, and reaching out to those suffering from HIV/AIDS.

In my first book, Dreams From My Father, I described the experience of my first service at Trinity:

"People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a forceful wind carrying the reverend’s voice up into the rafters….And in that single note -- hope! -- I heard something else; at the foot of that cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion’s den, Ezekiel’s field of dry bones. Those stories -- of survival, and freedom, and hope -- became our story, my story; the blood that had spilled was our blood, the tears our tears; until this black church, on this bright day, seemed once more a vessel carrying the story of a people into future generations and into a larger world. Our trials and triumphs became at once unique and universal, black and more than black; in chronicling our journey, the stories and songs gave us a means to reclaim memories that we didn’t need to feel shame about…memories that all people might study and cherish -- and with which we could start to rebuild."

That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety -- the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity’s services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America.

And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me. He strengthened my faith, officiated my wedding, and baptized my children. Not once in my conversations with him have I heard him talk about any ethnic group in derogatory terms, or treat whites with whom he interacted with anything but courtesy and respect. He contains within him the contradictions -- the good and the bad -- of the community that he has served diligently for so many years. I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community.

I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother -- a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.
These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.

Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue, just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias.

But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America -- to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality.

The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this country that we’ve never really worked through -- a part of our union that we have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for every American.

Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this point. As William Faulkner once wrote, "The past isn’t dead and buried. In fact, it isn’t even past." We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow.

Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven’t fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today’s black and white students.

Legalized discrimination -- where blacks were prevented, often through violence, from owning property, or loans were not granted to African-American business owners, or black homeowners could not access FHA mortgages, or blacks were excluded from unions, or the police force, or fire departments -- meant that black families could not amass any meaningful wealth to bequeath to future generations. That history helps explain the wealth and income gap between black and white, and the concentrated pockets of poverty that persists in so many of today’s urban and rural communities.

A lack of economic opportunity among black men, and the shame and frustration that came from not being able to provide for one’s family, contributed to the erosion of black families -- a problem that welfare policies for many years may have worsened. And the lack of basic services in so many urban black neighborhoods -- parks for kids to play in, police walking the beat, regular garbage pick-up and building code enforcement -- all helped create a cycle of violence, blight and neglect that continue to haunt us.

This is the reality in which Reverend Wright and other African-Americans of his generation grew up. They came of age in the late fifties and early sixties, a time when segregation was still the law of the land and opportunity was systematically constricted. What’s remarkable is not how many failed in the face of discrimination, but rather how many men and women overcame the odds; how many were able to make a way out of no way for those like me who would come after them.

But for all those who scratched and clawed their way to get a piece of the American Dream, there were many who didn’t make it -- those who were ultimately defeated, in one way or another, by discrimination. That legacy of defeat was passed on to future generations -- those young men and increasingly young women who we see standing on street corners or languishing in our prisons, without hope or prospects for the future. Even for those blacks who did make it, questions of race, and racism, continue to define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of Reverend Wright’s generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician’s own failings.

And occasionally it finds voice in the church on Sunday morning, in the pulpit and in the pews. The fact that so many people are surprised to hear that anger in some of Reverend Wright’s sermons simply reminds us of the old truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races.

In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don’t feel that they have been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience -- as far as they’re concerned, no one’s handed them anything, they’ve built it from scratch. They’ve worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed; when they’re told that their fears about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time.

Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren’t always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.

Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze -- a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns -- this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding.

This is where we are right now. It’s a racial stalemate we’ve been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naïve as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidacy – particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.

But I have asserted a firm conviction -- a conviction rooted in my faith in God and my faith in the American people -- that working together we can move beyond some of our old racial wounds, and that in fact we have no choice is we are to continue on the path of a more perfect union.

For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also means binding our particular grievances -- for better health care, and better schools, and better jobs - to the larger aspirations of all Americans -- the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means taking full responsibility for own lives -- by demanding more from our fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny.

Ironically, this quintessentially American -- and yes, conservative -- notion of self-help found frequent expression in Reverend Wright’s sermons. But what my former pastor too often failed to understand is that embarking on a program of self-help also requires a belief that society can change.

The profound mistake of Reverend Wright’s sermons is not that he spoke about racism in our society. It’s that he spoke as if our society was static; as if no progress has been made; as if this country -- a country that has made it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and poor, young and old -- is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what we know -- what we have seen -- is that America can change. That is true genius of this nation. What we have already achieved gives us hope -- the audacity to hope -- for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination - and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past, are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds -- by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper.

In the end, then, what is called for is nothing more, and nothing less, than what all the world’s For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle -- as we did in the O.J. trial -- or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina -- or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright’s sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she’s playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.

We can do that.

But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we’ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.

That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can’t learn; that those kids who don’t look like us are somebody else’s problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.

This time we want to talk about how the lines in the Emergency Room are filled with whites and blacks and Hispanics who do not have health care; who don’t have the power on their own to overcome the special interests in Washington, but who can take them on if we do it together.

This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once provided a decent life for men and women of every race, and the homes for sale that once belonged to Americans from every religion, every region, every walk of life. This time we want to talk about the fact that the real problem is not that someone who doesn’t look like you might take your job; it’s that the corporation you work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a profit.

This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same proud flag. We want to talk about how to bring them home from a war that never should’ve been authorized and never should’ve been waged, and we want to talk about how we’ll show our patriotism by caring for them, and their families, and giving them the benefits they have earned.

I would not be running for President if I didn’t believe with all my heart that this is what the vast majority of Americans want for this country. This union may never be perfect, but generation after generation has shown that it can always be perfected. And today, whenever I find myself feeling doubtful or cynical about this possibility, what gives me the most hope is the next generation – the young people whose attitudes and beliefs and openness to change have already made history in this election.

There is one story in particularly that I’d like to leave you with today -- a story I told when I had the great honor of speaking on Dr. King’s birthday at his home church, Ebenezer Baptist, in Atlanta.

There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there.

And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that’s when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom.

She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat.

She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too.

Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her along the way that the source of her mother’s problems were blacks who were on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the country illegally. But she didn’t. She sought out allies in her fight against injustice.

Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they’re supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who’s been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he’s there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."

"I’m here because of Ashley." By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children.

But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so many generations have come to realize over the course of the two-hundred and twenty one years since a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the perfection begins. great religions demand -- that we do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Let us be our brother’s keeper, Scripture tells us. Let us be our sister’s keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have in one another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well.

RUDE IS NOT DISRESPECT

FERRARO: RUDE; TALKING HEADS: RUDER; SHARPTON: RUDEST

AS VOTERS WITNESSED THE FIRST AND ONLY FEMALE YET NAMED TO THE TICKET OF EITHER MAJOR PARTY, THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION OF 1984 ASSURED ITS MENTION IN HISTORY BOOKS. ELECTION NIGHT SAW A ONE-SIDED LANDSLIDE, RONALD REAGAN WAS REELECTED BY AN ALL-TIME RECORD MARGIN, WINNING EVERY ELECTORAL COLLEGE VOTE, EXCEPT THOSE CAST FOR RESIDENTS OF WASHINGTON D.C., MASSACHUSSETTS AND THE FELLOW MINNESOTANS OF THE VANQUISHED FORMER VICE PRESIDENT, WALTER MONDALE.

THE MOST NORTH MEDITERRANEAN CLIMATE ON THESE SHORES HAS SAN FRANCISCO IN IT, WHERE THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER IN ORWELL’S YEAR PROVIDED A RARIFIED MILIEU; THOSE GATHERED OUT THE AIR CONDITIONED DRONE OF NEW YORK, CHICAGO AND COUNTRYSIDE IN AUGUST; MUST HAVE BREATHED DEEP QUAFFS OF UNTREATED AIR, TO NEED A SWEATER AT DUSK WAS LIKE NEW FREON. THEY WERE TRUE BELIEVERS AGAIN! DEMOCRATS! THE DELEGATES GOT GASSED ON THE CADENCE OF JESSE JACKSON ORATORY, MARIO CUOMO, ERUDITE, KEYNOTE ON THE TWO AMERICAS A PURE CHRYSTAL OF TRIBAL CREED WERE TRANSPORTED. WALTER MONDALE, A MINISTER’S SON, GAVE THE PROCEEDINGS ITS APOGEE, CHOOSING REPRESENTATIVE GERALDINE A. FERRARO OF NEW YORK AS A RUNNING MATE, THE ACCLAIMATION GIVEN TO THAT TICKET COULD BE FELT ALL THE WAY TO THE WEST SIDE OF DETROIT THROUGH THE CATHODE RAY TUBE AND SPEAKER ON THE COLOR RCA, AS I WATCHED, I KNEW I’D ALWAYS BE A DEMOCRAT, EVEN IF I GOT RICH; UNLIKE NEW DEAL DEMOCRAT RONALD REAGAN WHOSE IDEOLOGY DID A 180 DEGREE TURN WHEN THE PROSPERITY OF THOSE YEARS PUT HIM IN A HIGHER TAX BRACKET.

MORE APT AS CORPORATE SHILL THAN ACTOR. AFTER THE HOLLYWOOD GIGS DRIED UP, AS HOST/SPOKESMAN OF TV WESTERN “DEATH VALLEY DAYS” TOUTING 20 MULE TEAM BORATEEM AND LATER G.E. ACTOR; BANK ACCOUNTS AND PARTY AFFILIATION COULD BE CHARTED ON A GRAPH. THAT CONVENTION WAS FAMILY REUNION, TENT MEETING ALTAR CALL, ROCK AND ROLL, GROUP THERAPY, UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL,THE LAST TRIBAL ONE.

NOW EXPERTS PREARRANGE; EXTRACT RANDOMNESS; ENGINEER UNITY, THE RESULT DREARIER EVERY FOUR YEARS WITH ALL THE ATMOSPHERE OF A HIGH SCHOOL ASSEMBLY, A ROTTEN TV VARIETY SHOW NOBODY WOULD WATCH IF THE NUCLEAR FOOTBALL WASN’T SOMEHOW INVOLVED. WANTING MOST JUST TO WIN, TO HOLD POWER, CANDIDATES ARE SO ADEPT AT STAGECRAFT, AND PARTY LINES ARE BLURRY AT BEST.

One of two political parties has nominated every human ever elected to the executive branch of U.S. government. The two party system has survived or Americans have survived it; it continues. Third Party candidates gin up the fervor of true believers in occassional quadrennials, gumming up the works for number-crunchers, party hacks and the big-party candidate whose support on the margins may be bled for irrational reasons; too much agreement on issues with #3, historic forces outside the ken of elected officeholders who wield only as much power and influence as a majority allows, splitting political loyalties, grudges held against LBJ for positions, decisions dictated by historic inevitability, by southern democratic grudges held against rended party identidy useless, despite longstanding concord on an array of issues other than Civil Rights; recreated the political landscape, and the “Solid South” that delivered its votes to the democratic candidate, except national hero Eisenhower, like clockwork each cycle since FDR, wavering in 1960 when JFK, a Roman Catholic was nominated; has been Republican fodder since 1968, when Alabama’s Democratic Governor George Wallace ran third party, support for Democrat Humphrey had all slack pulled out of it, giving Nixon a narrow victory.

FERRARO: RUDE; TALKING HEADS: RUDER; SHARPTON: RUDEST

After a paid speech last week at the Torrance Cultural Center in California, Geraldine A. Ferraro, 1984 Democratic Party nominee for vice-president, was quoted in a Torrance newspaper, The Daily Breeze: “If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a woman of any color, he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept.”

The first I heard of the Bruhaha was MSNBC, whose on camera personnel is a subject of my closest observation since my disability checks started, OK even before that.

first impression : it was such a rude thing, that even the whole New York City personna thing, and hearing her accent (Bronx? Queens? Far Rockaway? Islip?) as The practiced replies of a welltrained politician flowed like city water from a kitchen faucet, to whichever, whosever camera was next; the whole set : including corect voice modulation, tone, volumes, each offering customized as approriate to fit whichever provisos, context, and juxtiposed reasons not to misunderstand her, or take her too seriously,…using her skills extemporaneous, improvising, theanswer quality varied with the esteem the asking reporter rated, personally, establishment-wise, tv ratings; so that her level of interest, annoyance, level of education and other valuations I won’t presume to label; a dazzling performance. Her bag of tricks were as comfortable to her as a pair of broke in shoes; even the reactions to her top shelf material; that revealed something more real, offering a glimpse, of how much more well educated she is than you or anyone else you know. probably almost anyone confronted in her political career required her to tone it down to avoid intimidating even some friends, and it was a lesson learned how offputting when men realize she is smarter than they ever thought true of their own self, smarter right now than they can get even in a make believe world or no matter if life extectancy doubled. In the span of time since academy days and satisfying enough ofher private mother-housewife lifescript she was psychologically unable to avoid, ethnic &cultural forces aside, raising her three boys still provided a stronger sense of achievement than anything else she set her hand to, especially the whole vice president episode; she realized before she said yes to walter it meant her name would appear in print and be read by schoolchildren for as long as america lasted or us history was taught in it; so many people had jabbered a rendition of the facts as if by a rare, uncommon sense and sensibility, they percieved what millions with good eyesight, and even correctable vision failed to, as if seeing through a glass darkly, the glass look being looked through has yet to be other than tv picture tube glass, of the tv set they were watching in august 1984, watching a tv channel as wall to wall convention coverage by all three networks preempted many favorite shows. a tv set then was the filter through which three networks and pbs offered pictures and descriptions of the outside world. with fewer outlets and before the vcr became more affordable (it wasn’t yet like a toasteroven for people our age), the information source most convenient and free was tv news and increased reliance cut across all lines: economic, racial, regional, generational, religious, Ethnic, less so across educational lines-studies seemed am at proving that the longer you go to school and read books causes a drop in the entertainment experienced watching tv.

As television eroded cultural boundries on every front, homogenizing american awareness of what was going on around them in both rich and poor, black and white, yankees, hillbillies, cowboys, indians and city slickers started talking more alike, and people of all ages enjoyed america’s funniest videos, cops and other programs like they were all the same age, tv watching provided common ground for jew and gentile, catholic and protestant to laugh at each other, and provided a view of atheists, aliens and/or foreigners (legal and/or illegal), poor people, criminals, and other miscellaneous outsiders, a non sectarian fear of the unknown, leaving all worship, dietary laws to the individual as jehovah commanded whatever flock, sect, etc. etc. to obey, in his segment of the judeo-christian opening to all us citizens who believe in at least jehovah and the old testament of the holy bible a framework of mutual understanding that any english speaking member of a recognized traditional judeao-christian following, temple, cathedral, etc. etc. will find unoffensive offering hope a future era of interfaith cooperation by agreeing together who are those we mutually need to keep an eye on and/or straighten out

Accomplishments and financial reward until enough time and freedom allowed her the mobility and contact outside the home to begin the formation of real world adult goals to pursue, that it was into a male oriented , Patrician paradigm she entered, where the view of women as objects to be dominated had the greatest circulation in the currency of ideas she expected was commonplace in a run of the mill business environment aspects demands lifescript requirements ithe course professional, political, and important social relationships surerank, . cunning the yokels her easily as Grandma might open the handsome wooden case that held her good rodgers silver on Thanksgiving when all the family’s there.

The meanness conveyed in her words was undeflected, and her minimizing couldn’t blunt what a sore loser she is and probably always has been. Senator Barack Obama winning votes she coveted for Hillary meant being African American was lucky this year; like some bratty kids I remember from my 2 seasons playing organized Little League baseball. Luck explained any success an opponent might have. No one likes losing but the big reason sports are encouraged in childhood development is learned by playing the game itself, by osmosis, without lectures and books. It even must dawn on slow-witted kids, the appreciation for the skill and effort of others; the value of hustle and effort, learning what a game is; only a game. One learns to accept loss; as well as how to be a good winner. It usually works.

I clearly remember seeing the first game of the 1968 World Series on TV: it was the first World Series game I ever watched, the whole 3^rd grade watched it together at school, the hometown Detroit Tigers played the defending World Champion St. Louis Cardinals, Bob Gibson pitched a shut-out, with 17 strike outs, still the single game record for World Series play. My unaided memory of the game is that the Tigers never had a chance (see box score below) after a 1^st inning double by Tiger legend Al Kaline, 4 singles and a walk account for all Tiger baserunners, with Mickey Stanley getting caught stealing. I don’t recall seeing a post season major league game even close to being as lop-sided as that one seemed. Bob Gibson won 24 games and ended the regular season with an astonishing compiled ERA of 1.12 earning both the 1968 National League Cy Young Award and MVP, receiving every first place vote cast for senior circuit MVP.

Baseball Almanac Box Scores Detroit Tigers 0, St. Louis Cardinals 4
Game played on Wednesday, October 2, 1968 at Busch Stadium II
Detroit Tigers ab r h rbi McAuliffe 2b 4 0 1 0 Stanley ss 4 0 2 0 Kaline rf 4 0 1 0 Cash 1b 4 0 0 0 Horton lf 4 0 0 0 Northrup cf 3 0 0 0 Freehan c 2 0 0 0 Wert 3b 2 0 1 0 Mathews ph 1 0 0 0 Tracewski 3b 0 0 0 0 McLain p 1 0 0 0 Matchick ph 1 0 0 0 Dobson p 0 0 0 0 Brown ph 1 0 0 0 McMahon p 0 0 0 0 Totals 31 0 5 0	St. Louis Cardinals ab r h rbi Brock lf 4 1 1 1 Flood cf 4 0 1 0 Maris rf 3 1 0 0 Cepeda 1b 4 0 0 0 McCarver c 3 1 1 0 Shannon 3b 4 1 2 1 Javier 2b 3 0 1 2 Maxvill ss 2 0 0 0 Gibson p 2 0 0 0 Totals 29 4 6 4
Detroit 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 – 0 5 3 St. Louis 0 0 0 3 0 0 1 0 x – 4 6 0 Detroit Tigers IP H R ER BB SO McLain L (0-1) 5.0 3 3 2 3 3 Dobson 2.0 2 1 1 1 0 McMahon 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 Totals 8.0 6 4 3 4 3 St. Louis Cardinals IP H R ER BB SO Gibson W (1-0) 9.0 5 0 0 1 17 Totals 9.0 5 0 0 1 17 E–Cash (1), Northrup (1), Freehan (1). 2B–Detroit Kaline (1,off Gibson). 3B–St. Louis McCarver (1,off McLain). HR–St. Louis Brock (1,7th inning off Dobson 0 on, 2 out). SH–Gibson (1,off McLain). CS–Stanley (1,2nd base by Gibson/McCarver); Javier (1,2nd base by Dobson/Freehan). SB–Brock (1,2nd base off McLain/Freehan); Javier (1,2nd base off McLain/Freehan); Flood (1,2nd base off Dobson/Freehan). U–Tom Gorman (NL), Jim Honochick (AL), Stan Landes (NL), Bill Kinnamon (AL), Bill Haller (AL), Doug Harvey (NL). T–2:29. A–54,692.
Game played on Wednesday, October 2, 1968 at Busch Stadium II
Baseball Almanac Box Score

Bob Gibson belongs among a rarified elite of clutch World Series performers. He appeared in three World Series during a five season span (1964, 67, 68) against three different teams, all required Gibson to start a decicive game 7 for all the marbles, pressure that Gibson, a peerless competitor, appeared to welcome. 2-1 in game seven starts, a 7-2 post-season performer before the playoff era makes Gibson one of the most sucessful non-Yankee World Series starters of all time, he equaled the World Series record 3-0 best pitching performance in a seven game series, and set a World Series game record for strikeouts, fanning 17 in game one against Detroit in 1968. Few athletes ever offered a team what Bob Gibson supplied. The difference winning requires at the championship level in a professional team sport cannot be measured just by crunching numbers, and made more difference to the winning St Louis teams of the 60’s than any one player I can name. Gibson shocked the baseball world in 1964 as St. Louis won its first pennant since 1946, over the Phillies dead body.

and they played all day games in the Series back then, Detroit had been absent from World Series play since Allied Forces achieved complete victory on VJ Day ending WWII, they beat the Cubs about two months after US bomber crews dropped a pair of A-Bombs on the Japanese mainland ( Cub fans know the 2008 season is the 63^rd since fielding an entrant to the fall classic). Our teacher, Mr. Perry rolled one of metal carts the 4 foot tall atop which B&W TV sets were mounted bolted or welded. Yet each set was heavily marked “A/V Dep’t” in black letters with a 1960’s era magic marker, Southfield School Board bought in bulk: Touching any known surface with the uncapped felt of the business end of one meant change of a permanence nature unfamiliara no going back permanent color (forget cloth), kept locked in their desk, away from kids not to mention cloth in case a little K-6 crook swiped one, these TV sets that to be as heavy as a kitchen stove, it could be identified.

Ms. Ferraro did not disavow the remark. Mrs. Clinton, while calling it regrettable, did not break with her. On Wednesday, March 12, who was on the Clinton finance committee, resigned from the campaign after being criticized by Mr. Obama’s advisers, among others.

She accused the Obama campaign of misrepresenting her remarks to hurt Mrs. Clinton, saying: “They have played the race card time after time after time. The campaign has a goal, which is to attack Hillary. They have to find a way and they can’t do it on experience, on issues, so they look for places. They came up with this, and, well, here we go.” She specifically accused David Axelrod, Mr. Obama’s senior adviser, of using race as a tactical weapon and of implying that her remarks were racist.

Mr. Axelrod, responding in an e-mail message Wednesday night, said, “I never suggested that. I’ve known Gerry for a long time, and I don’t believe that. But what she said was plainly wrong and divisive.” Mrs. Clinton’s reluctance to sideline Ms. Ferraro drew a sharp rebuke on Wednesday from the Rev. Al Sharpton, the black political leader in New York and a former presidential candidate, who questioned whether Mrs. Clinton’s campaign was keeping the issue alive as a way to win white votes in Pennsylvania.

In addition to Ms. Ferraro’s remark, Mr. Sharpton cited Mrs. Clinton’s decision not to fire her top ally in Pennsylvania, Gov. Edward G. Rendell, for saying in February that some white voters there were “probably not ready to vote for an African-American candidate. “When you hear the lack of total denunciation of Ferraro, when you hear Rendell saying there are whites who will never vote for a black, one has to wonder if the Clinton campaign has a Pennsylvania strategy to appeal to voters on race,” Mr. Sharpton said in an interview. “I would hope Mrs. Clinton would make it clear that she is not doing that.”

Both Sharpton and Ferraro made unsucessful bids to be New York’s Democratic Party candidate for U.S. Senate in 1992, losing the state primary to Robert Abrams.. Incumbent Republican Al D Amato won reelection over Democrat Abrams by 2.7% in a six-way race, in which candidates from the Libertarian, New Alliance, Natural Law and Socialist Workers Parties claimed 2..8% from voters that I’m guessing were sending a message to a Democratic Party seen by many traditional supporters as ideological deserters; abandoning principles desperately seeking power, using the coded hate speech of the right.

In 2001, she announced that she was suffering from multiple myeloma, a form of bone cancer

Ferraro Is Battling Blood Cancer With a Potent Ally: Thalidomide

he remembers hearing the word thalidomide half a lifetime ago, when she was a young mother in Queens and it was a pharmaceutical scourge that maimed children.

Now, Geraldine A. Ferraro punches a single tablet of thalidomide through a foil seal before she goes to bed every night. She swallows the pill that once was banned around the world, then sleeps like a rock for eight solid hours.

Thalidomide is prolonging her life, Ms. Ferraro and her doctors believe, in the teeth of an incurable illness.

After a routine physical in December 1998, her physician discovered that Ms. Ferraro was in the early stages of multiple myeloma, a blood cancer that erodes the bones and leads to death within five years for half of those with the diagnosis. For two years, Ms. Ferraro's disease was classified as ''smoldering myeloma,'' or inactive.

When blood tests showed that the cancer cells were increasing, she began to use thalidomide, one of the very first patients in her condition to receive the drug.

''Such a strange thing,'' said Ms. Ferraro, who is 65. ''What was terrible for a healthy fetus has been wonderful at defeating the cancer cells.''

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Electoral success as seen in the Obama campaign comes from the ground up, vast numbers of uncounted non-voters whose dormancy has cast the most deciding votes in post-war elections. We have seen repeated examples how the nation survives mediocrity rising to the top instead of cream, is it more a republic or more a state afterward? money is allowed to control public discourse, dissemination of information and the political process with ownership of the airwaves by a shrinking elite, secure in the supremacy of property over people before the law, the skillfully crafted free speech argument will always prove the Constitution entitles one to all the speech he can afford; and conversely withholding the means of mass communication from an unsupervised public rabble by proof of ownership of the very means required. How American “Public Television” and “Public Radio” devolved from its origin as a protected cummunity enterprise into the commercial monstrosity it is currently, its very name requiring change to “The Corporation of Public Broadcasting” with corporate sponsors requiring the High Class Commercials seen on PBS; touting these donors not only for the value added product offered for sale as on CBS, ABC, NBC by the sponsor, but praising the dedication to culture, the generosity, the pioneer spirit of these ones made so rich by the labor of so many who now fork over the bread to show a government subsidized film of the natural habitat of far off varmints, ballet dancers it’s impossible to attract a viable commercial audience to; commonly a BBC ripoff, you can’t understand the limeys on; all this support of public betterment made tax deductible long ago, so what began as a sort of American BBC to be supported by tax revenue, was smothered in its crib, U.S. public ownership of anything has been dicey to even talk about even in one’s home muttering to himself, as any millionaire lawyer will tell you, in front of the judges appointed by politicians beholden to billionaires for any credible political campaign in a nation of our current population, increasingly more dependant on modern technology for communication.

Even hopes the future of human community may be less brutal and violent must be phrased correctly, to avoid alienating sources of capital required to keep the show on the road.

Patrick Healy

Jeff Zeleny

JIM DWYER

CAR CRASH

I am from Detroit so I've done a lot of freeway and winter driving, I was never in a serious accident and only saw one but it is enough. I was in a car near downtown with Dave a friend of mine in those days. We were both getting a ride from a third dude Dave knew in December. It was snowing and we were on I-375 a spur off I-75 everyone's heard of if they've been to Florida, it runs right through midtown by the Baseball stadium etc. any. The snow was deep but it was powdery, and since I noted you're in New York so I'm not telling you anything, If snow is powdery it's the safest snow to drive on because it hasn't melted and tires can get a grip on it almost like sand

We were going along about 35-40 in the flow of traffic and I could hear hear the tires rolling over the snow, which is cool, practically ideal winter conditions but you can't overcome the elements; a car came around us on the right all of a sudden going too fast; I was certain of that because we were going as fast as conditions allowed. (We were in the middle lane but I hate when people who pass on the right especially then-we had just passed Tiger Stadium and the roadway is below street level, for a couple miles there's a concrete barrier in the middle and a sheer sheer twenty feet of concrete a yardaway from the right lane both ways; there's nowhere to go)

The car got just ahead of us on the right and was coming over in our lane to pass another car and it was so wierd, because just an split second before anything happened my emotions went faster than my thinking and as pissed off as I was one second I got scared before a watch could tick; then the fucker started spinning, and time seemed change, to This

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Over 20 years ago-

GAME 5

Tiger Stadium, Attendance: 53,634

Monday, October 7, 1968 Time of Game: 2:43

Cardinals 3 Red Schoendienst

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E - - - - - - - - - - - - Cardinals 3 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 9 0 Tigers 0 0 0 2 0 0 3 0 X 5 9 1 W: M Lolich (2-0), L: J Hoerner (0-1)

Tigers 5 Mayo Smith

BATTING

St. Louis Cardinals          AB   R   H RBI   BB  SO    BA   OPS  Pit   PO   A  Details
L Brock LF                    5   1   3   0    0   0  .524 1.613         2   0   2·2B,CS
J Javier 2B                   4   0   2   0    0   0  .421  .974         2   1 
C Flood CF                    4   1   1   1    0   0  .300  .714         3   0   SB
O Cepeda 1B                   4   1   1   2    0   1  .238  .797         7   0   HR
M Shannon 3B                  4   0   0   0    0   1  .286  .651         1   2 
T McCarver C                  3   0   1   0    1   1  .350 1.109         6   0 
R Davis RF                    3   0   0   0    0   1  .000  .000         1   0 
  P Gagliano PH               1   0   0   0    0   0  .000  .000         0   0 
D Maxvill SS                  3   0   0   0    0   1  .000  .158         1   2 
  E Spiezio PH                1   0   1   0    0   0 1.000 2.000         0   0 
  D Schofield PR              0   0   0   0    0   0                     0   0 
N Briles P                    2   0   0   0    0   2  .000  .200         0   2   HBP
  J Hoerner P                 0   0   0   0    0   0  .500 1.000         0   0 
  R Willis P                  0   0   0   0    0   0                     1   0 
  R Maris PH                  1   0   0   0    0   1  .083  .434         0   0 
Totals                       35   3   9   3    1   8                    24   7 

BATTING

2B: L Brock 2 (3, 2 off M Lolich).

HR: O Cepeda (2, off M Lolich; 1st inn, 1 on, 1 out to Deep LF-CF).

HBP: N Briles (1, by M Lolich).

TB: L Brock 5; O Cepeda 4; J Javier 2; E Spiezio; C Flood; T McCarver.

RBI: O Cepeda 2 (6); C Flood (2).

Team LOB: 7.

With RISP: 3 for 8.

FIELDING

DP: 1. M Shannon-J Javier-O Cepeda.

BASERUNNING

SB: C Flood (2, 2nd base off M Lolich/B Freehan).

CS: L Brock (2, 2nd base by M Lolich/B Freehan).

Detroit Tigers               AB   R   H RBI   BB  SO    BA   OPS  Pit   PO   A  Details
D McAuliffe 2B                4   1   1   0    0   1  .286  .747         1   2 
M Stanley SS-CF               3   2   1   0    1   0  .211  .602         2   3   3B
A Kaline RF                   4   0   2   2    0   1  .381 1.000         3   0 
N Cash 1B                     2   0   2   2    1   0  .333  .881         7   1   SF
W Horton LF                   4   1   1   0    0   0  .188  .850         1   1   3B,GDP
  R Oyler SS                  0   0   0   0    0   0                     1   0 
J Northrup CF-LF              3   0   1   1    1   0  .158  .516         2   0   IW
B Freehan C                   4   0   0   0    0   1  .000  .158         9   1 
D Wert 3B                     3   0   0   0    1   1  .091  .424         0   1 
M Lolich P                    4   1   1   0    0   2  .375 1.194         1   2 
Totals                       31   5   9   5    4   6                    27  11 

BATTING

3B: W Horton (1, off N Briles); M Stanley (1, off N Briles).

SF: N Cash (1, off N Briles).

IBB: J Northrup (1, by N Briles).

TB: M Stanley 3; W Horton 3; N Cash 2; A Kaline 2; D McAuliffe; M Lolich; J Northrup.

GIDP: W Horton (1).

RBI: N Cash 2 (3); A Kaline 2 (4); J Northrup (2).

2-out RBI: J Northrup.

Team LOB: 7.

With RISP: 3 for 8.

FIELDING

E: N Cash (2).

PITCHING

St. Louis Cardinals        IP     H   R  ER   BB  SO  HR    ERA   BF  Pit-Str   GB-FB  GmSc  IR-IS
N Briles                    6.1   6   3   3    3   5   0   5.56   27     -       6-7     51    -
J Hoerner, BS (1), L (0-1)  0     3   2   2    1   0   0   3.86    4     -       0-0          1-1
R Willis                    1.2   0   0   0    0   1   0   0.00    5     -       2-2          2-0
Totals                      8     9   5   5    4   6   0          36     -       8-9          3-1 

Detroit Tigers             IP     H   R  ER   BB  SO  HR    ERA   BF  Pit-Str   GB-FB  GmSc  IR-IS
M Lolich, W (2-0)           9     9   3   3    1   8   1   2.00   37     -       9-8     64    -
Totals                      9     9   3   3    1   8   1          37     -       9-8          0-0 

J Hoerner faced 4 batters in the 7th inning.

Balks: None.

WP: None.

IBB: N Briles (1; J Northrup).

HBP: M Lolich (1; N Briles).

OTHER

Umpires: HP - Harvey, 1B - Haller, 2B - Gorman, 3B - Honochick.

Time of Game: 2:43.

Attendance: 53,634.

Field Condition: Unknown.

Weather: Unknown.

LINEUPS

   St. Louis Cardinals           Detroit Tigers                       
1. L Brock              LF    1. D McAuliffe          2B
2. J Javier             2B    2. M Stanley            SS
3. C Flood              CF    3. A Kaline             RF
4. O Cepeda             1B    4. N Cash               1B
5. M Shannon            3B    5. W Horton             LF
6. T McCarver           C     6. J Northrup           CF
7. R Davis              RF    7. B Freehan            C
8. D Maxvill            SS    8. D Wert               3B
9. N Briles             P     9. M Lolich             P

PLAY BY PLAY (explanation)

Top of the 1st, Cardinals Batting, Tied 0-0, Mickey Lolich facing 1-2-3
Scr/Out RoB  Pt Batter          Play Detail
+------+---+---+---------------+--------------------------------------------------------------+
          ---     L Brock         Double to LF (Deep LF Line)
   O      -2-     J Javier        Groundout: SS-1B
   R      -2-     C Flood         Single to RF; Brock Scores
          1--     O Cepeda        Flood Steals 2B
   RR     -2-     " "             Home Run (Deep LF-CF); Flood Scores
   O      ---     M Shannon       Flyball: CF
   O      ---     T McCarver      Strikeout Looking
                  3 runs, 3 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Bottom of the 1st, Tigers Batting, Behind 0-3, Nelson Briles facing 1-2-3
   O      ---     D McAuliffe     Lineout: CF
   O      ---     M Stanley       Flyball: CF
   O      ---     A Kaline        Strikeout
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Top of the 2nd, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-0, Mickey Lolich facing 7-8-9
   O      ---     R Davis         Groundout: P-1B (P)
   O      ---     D Maxvill       Popfly: SS
   O      ---     N Briles        Strikeout
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Bottom of the 2nd, Tigers Batting, Behind 0-3, Nelson Briles facing 4-5-6
          ---     N Cash          Single to CF (Deep CF-RF)
   OO     1--     W Horton        Ground Ball Double Play: 3B-2B-1B
   O      ---     J Northrup      Groundout: P-1B (P)
                  0 runs, 1 hit, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Top of the 3rd, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-0, Mickey Lolich facing 1-2-3
          ---     L Brock         Single to CF
   O      1--     J Javier        Brock Caught Stealing 2B (C-2B)
   O      ---     " "             Groundout: SS-1B
   O      ---     C Flood         Groundout: 3B-1B
                  0 runs, 1 hit, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Bottom of the 3rd, Tigers Batting, Behind 0-3, Nelson Briles facing 7-8-9
   O      ---     B Freehan       Flyball: LF (Deep LF)
          ---     D Wert          Walk
   O      1--     M Lolich        Strikeout
   O      1--     D McAuliffe     Groundout: 3B-1B
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 1 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Top of the 4th, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-0, Mickey Lolich facing 4-5-6
   O      ---     O Cepeda        Strikeout
          ---     M Shannon       Reached on E3 (Ground Ball); Shannon to 2B
          -2-     T McCarver      Walk
   O      12-     R Davis         Flyball: CF
   O      12-     D Maxvill       Strikeout
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 1 error, 2 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 0.

Bottom of the 4th, Tigers Batting, Behind 0-3, Nelson Briles facing 2-3-4
          ---     M Stanley       Triple to RF (Line Drive to Deep RF Line)
   O      --3     A Kaline        Groundout: P-1B (P)
   RO     --3     N Cash          Flyball: LF/Sacrifice Fly (LF-CF); Stanley Scores
          ---     W Horton        Triple (CF-RF)
   R      --3     J Northrup      Single to RF; Horton Scores
   O      1--     B Freehan       Flyball: RF
                  2 runs, 3 hits, 0 errors, 1 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Top of the 5th, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-2, Mickey Lolich facing 9-1-2
   O      ---     N Briles        Strikeout
          ---     L Brock         Double
   O      -2-     J Javier        Single to LF; Brock out at Hm/LF-C
   O      1--     C Flood         Flyball: LF (LF-CF)
                  0 runs, 2 hits, 0 errors, 1 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Bottom of the 5th, Tigers Batting, Behind 2-3, Nelson Briles facing 8-9-1
   O      ---     D Wert          Popfly: SS
   O      ---     M Lolich        Strikeout
   O      ---     D McAuliffe     Strikeout Looking
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Top of the 6th, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-2, Mickey Lolich facing 4-5-6
   O      ---     O Cepeda        Flyball: RF
   O      ---     M Shannon       Groundout: SS-1B
   O      ---     T McCarver      Lineout: RF
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Bottom of the 6th, Tigers Batting, Behind 2-3, Nelson Briles facing 2-3-4
   O      ---     M Stanley       Flyball: CF
          ---     A Kaline        Single to LF
          1--     N Cash          Walk; Kaline to 2B
   O      12-     W Horton        Groundout: 1B unassisted; Kaline to 3B; Cash to 2B
          -23     J Northrup      Intentional Walk
   O      123     B Freehan       Groundout: SS-2B/Forceout at 2B
                  0 runs, 1 hit, 0 errors, 3 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Top of the 7th, Cardinals Batting, Ahead 3-2, Mickey Lolich facing 7-8-9
   O      ---     R Davis         Strikeout
   O      ---     D Maxvill       Groundout: 1B-P
          ---     N Briles        Hit By Pitch
   O      1--     L Brock         Groundout: 2B-1B
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 1 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 2.

Bottom of the 7th, Tigers Batting, Behind 2-3, Nelson Briles facing 8-9-1
   O      ---     D Wert          Strikeout Looking
          ---     M Lolich        Single to RF (Fly Ball to Short RF)
                  Joe Hoerner replaces Nelson Briles pitching and batting 9th
          1--     D McAuliffe     Single to RF; Lolich to 2B
          12-     M Stanley       Walk; Lolich to 3B; McAuliffe to 2B
   RR     123     A Kaline        Single (CF-RF); Lolich Scores; McAuliffe Scores; Stanley to 3B
   R      1-3     N Cash          Single to RF; Stanley Scores; Kaline to 3B
                  Ron Willis replaces Joe Hoerner pitching and batting 9th
   O      1-3     W Horton        Foul Flyball: 3B
   O      1-3     J Northrup      Groundout: 1B unassisted
                  3 runs, 4 hits, 0 errors, 2 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 5.

Top of the 8th, Cardinals Batting, Behind 3-5, Mickey Lolich facing 2-3-4
                  Ray Oyler replaces Willie Horton playing SS batting 5th; Jim Northrup moves to LF; Mickey Stanley moves to CF
          ---     J Javier        Single to 1B (Ground Ball)
   O      1--     C Flood         Groundout: 2B-SS/Forceout at 2B
   O      1--     O Cepeda        Flyball: RF
   O      1--     M Shannon       Strikeout
                  0 runs, 1 hit, 0 errors, 1 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 5.

Bottom of the 8th, Tigers Batting, Ahead 5-3, Ron Willis facing 7-8-9
   O      ---     B Freehan       Strikeout
   O      ---     D Wert          Lineout: P
   O      ---     M Lolich        Groundout: SS-1B
                  0 runs, 0 hits, 0 errors, 0 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 5.

Top of the 9th, Cardinals Batting, Behind 3-5, Mickey Lolich facing 6-7-8
          ---     T McCarver      Single to CF
                  Phil Gagliano pinch hits for Ron Davis batting 7th
   O      1--     P Gagliano      Flyball: CF
                  Ed Spiezio pinch hits for Dal Maxvill batting 8th
          1--     E Spiezio       Single to LF; McCarver to 2B
                  Roger Maris pinch hits for Ron Willis batting 9th; Dick Schofield pinch runs for Ed Spiezio batting 8th
   O      12-     R Maris         Strikeout
   O      12-     L Brock         Groundout: P-1B (P)
        0 runs, 2 hits, 0 errors, 2 LOB. Cardinals 3, Tigers 5.

Retrosheet.org Boxscore:DET196810070

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CONFESSIONS OF A POSER

BUSH AND HUSSEIN SHOULD HAVE WRASSLED ON PAY PER VIEW Current mood: grumpy Category: MEAN News and Politics CONFESSIONS OF A POSER Ever since I realized I was not bound for college, I have improvised a host of bit parts to realize my need to be important, and very righteous too. I did finally make to Wayne State University, and hope still kindled of a professional life of suit wearing and golf, but like instead a lot of work and reality was typical in the cave-in of auto economy, I remember fund raising events where people paid $5 to lay into a Toyota with a ten pound sledgehammer-all for a good cause. I married young and divorced young. The army washout, the Detroit factory rat, short order cook, sometimes savior of thirsty skid row inebriates in my hikes among the ruins of Motown, a capital of our history's productive industrial past. I was a flop, there was no Big 3 job waiting for me; but I listened to the pep talk in my head telling me it was for the good; I was a Bohemian, a reader of books and a museum spectator. I would publish a book some day, read the free Worker's Party rags, ubiquitous along my route walking from the bus along Woodward Ave. to a 'service sector' job cooking and bussing tables for those who already had it made. My blood boiled for the early days of the Union movement, the Wobblies, Workers of the World United, oh well. I just knew sooner or later I'd get a chance to be heard on my own Truth Telling Express, Depression and physical injury, surgery and metal screws and parts l attached to my neck bone and ankle bone, were not in that dream; but a chance to regroup, drink my beer and formulate my rap about the crooked politicians picking on the working man.My life's ambition of rabble-rousing was suddenly an afterthought when kamikaze Arabs steered the Boeings that killed more than had died at Pearl Harbor. The President, a mediocre prep school type, a grown rich kid, I previously ignored after his rise to power with unlimited funds, henchmen willing to say anything to besmirch John McCain a war hero and a Navy flyer like Dad, who was flying combat missions or confined in hellish squalor. Bush had arrived at Harvard chewing tobacco, wearing the cowboy boots he would traipse the venerable campus in a cocaine haze on occasion; later he did fly a jet in the skies above Alabama in service to the the nation. The mad dash he made to Renquist over the dead body of fair election, running arm in arm with more millionaire lawyers than OJ needed to be coronated by more gangster lawyers his Dad or "Uncle Ron" had hired, to sit on the Supreme Court and turn every progressive law passed since the 19th century on its head. HE HAD EVERYONE'S EAR after those hideous crimes. His words at first were attempts at fatherly comfort and raising up a stricken people, and beyond any but the pettiest criticism. As time advanced and the first U.S. President of the 21st century spoke of Muslims in the same breath with Hitler's Nazi minions, using the tautisms of the pulpit; It sensed an inner life and dialogue in Bush's head was at stake. As the son of a bonafide war hero, a decorated Navy flyer, like Sen. John McCain who had outshone him in every category except the old money one. By 2003 his act had narrowed to giving speeches demonizing Iraq and Hussein as Devil exceeding the Nazi-Fascist tandem history has long held guilty for inciting a war and racial haulocaust that claimed 40 million lives on the Eurasian land mass; leaving aside the Pacific Theatre of Operations, the biggest villian in recorded history. As more Americans run out of gas in the face of the pointlessness of continuing the placement of our combat in Iraq; Hussein's neck was streched long ago, the formation of independent regional militia despite U.S. military presence, and economic pressure has the appearance of mideval warlord rule. The slightest appearance that infidels have authority over them increases Iraqi resentment and worsens the Worldwide interfaith disconnect each day our deployment continues. The Iraqi death toll has been extremely high, and unreported, as many as 250, 000 are dead since the 2003 start of hostilities. We have blasted the countryside back to the stone age twice in less than twenty years. The interminible hatred and murder in Iraq, against a largely immobilized American detachment whose are largely incurred procuring and transporting supplies. There is little or nothing of lasting import that can now be done for Iraq or Iraqis by foreign troops. Material aid will be an indefinate (permanent) American obligation. Southfield High School had a run of several years leading the state in SAT scores (I made over 1600 on it in 1978.) . Southfield is just across Eight Mile Rd, but it was five miles from SHS to Detroit Country Day School, prep school to the rich kids of Beverly Hills, MI, I came to learn one of them was Mork from Ork Robin Williams, a millionaire many several times over, the result of depending on his wits.I made people laugh too. Those years and days were spent preoccupied with Claire Friedman, burning cheap gasoline in Detroit rustbuckets, a mammoth '64 Dodge then a '67 Buick Skylark with a 350; the abundant high grade pot, plus a legacy that VietNam bequeathed the class of 1978, an18 year old drinking age law. "If I'm Old enough to fight I'm old enough to have a beer." Due to genetic luck or freak of nature, at 15 I sprouted just enough dark follicles to fool Ike at the Party Store with my ugly little mustache. I bought beer as freely as a grandpa. Staying out of the direct line of sight of teachers and parents; speaking only when unavoidable, mostly in earnest monosyllables of apathy, they would leave me alone. We avoided supervision. We deserved whatever came our way. Memories of that misspent idle youth are priceless to me. Gas tanks full of Regular; a house party loomed one after another throughout the cold months, at some other kid's house. I partied in some beautiful homes then. The parents who weren't out of town, and put up with us were Martians to me. Were they more permissive than my parents? Hell yes. My practiced invisibility eased their middle age ordeal. No one in the group I was in got arrested, I never got a speeding ticket while I lived at home. I worked and bought my own clothes. Idealism had been dealt with way before 1974-75, as I stuck my head out in the world truly unattended by grown-ups. The impetus to change the world nurtured for years by postwar kids started with little things, it was the number of kids born in that generation, large families were the very scenery of "normal" then and parents, far outnumbered, eventually faced a political counterpart certain to eventually provide a real challenge to the two party system. The VietNam war was another test of American prestige like Korea; against a Soviet sponsored proxy far from American shores or tangible interests. War was waged for the political abstract. Influence, prestige, against the "threat of Communist domination" known by academics to be so remote the red label was aimed aimed beyond union organizers so innured to hearing and reading it, the charges were ignored. Wherever progressive land reform movements took hold automatic American opposition appeared. The French ran out of gas fighting Ho Ghi Mien's army 8 years before Johnson began sending organized combat detachments in meaningful numbers. Another Texan, he vowed not to be the first U.S. President to lose a war. far flung pponent supplied fight on neutral ground between produced a powerful social class with dissent providing the glue. Young people were receptive to the aims of Civil Rights, and , proved to be a catalyst group I was int among those both beyond the a with billy clubs, revolvers and machine guns. If we got geeked up about anything it was concert tickets at venerable Cobo Arena where Bob seger recorded the Rock Masterpiece "Live Bullet". The truly high quality of that Public Education was met with scorn and bitching by those of us whose nicotine fits meant hotboxing Kools between classes, even in bitter cold. Many lofty plans were hatched, some realized by that set of kids. War was over. For us, me, from the age of 12, when I watched POW's, perhaps McCain himself, get off a plane in Hawaii going home, on the RCA TV , in color; until I was 23 our troops were in the woodsides of America training. It was 1983 when Reagan mobilized the USMC and the Isle of Grenada was liberated! And it was an event many reacted to like the football team had broken a long losing streak. Honorably Discharged from service after two brief stints; much time spent hearing hungover noncoms tell me with hostile gusto I had an "attitude problem", a syndrome never explained or understood, as I was on a par with with all the other poor bastards. I hated the sound of the very words which were soon predictable, it was a favorite catchphrase, to get a recruit riled up, and the U.S military know their business, a combined experience of centuries underlay that psychological approach. When I came home and told the family the story, they all agreed with Sarge. They never explained it either.I discharged without hearing a shot fired in anger, so how can I bitch? . I cannot claim any military honors, and I'm no expert on combat. I've been intentionally shot at once, then years later a drunken neighbor came out of his apartment just as I was checking my mail in the lobby of that shabby but humble apartment building; when he let off an errant blast in my general direction through the 30 feet of hallway between us. I wasn't the only person in the hall, he may have hit; one of those 'miracles' of dumb luck you hear on the news. On both occassions a shotgun was the weapon of choice, the first was a sawed off, I'm sure. He was messing with my wife and I was yelling at him, and he shot through a window. "Fuck it." I said to myself, he wasn't raping her; so I got in my 1972 Detroit rustbucket Pontiac Catalina, a land yaght of a car, threw gravel as I left, struck by the experience. I shot countless rounds of M-16, and M-60 fire, but the idea of really shooting at someone so casual like was alien to me. My father-in-law used to like to talk to his daughter's suitors with his piece laying on a coffee table between them, so I hear, he never did that to me, but he was the type, brilliant; too fucking smart for his sanity, The sound of proximate, unexpected gunfire spoils the taste of the beer. It doesn't matter I was acquanted with both triggermen, both were neighbors that I freely spoke and drank with. In the flash of time between the noise of the gunshot and the first unsteady knowledge that you aren't belly shot or worse those dudes may as well been from China, Iraq or Tinbuktu. I never spoke to either again, unharmed we are dead to each other. The gun itself has a power over some. A trivial offense can occur and be percieved as a foul in a singular way on a particular day, it happens to all of us who live long enough. The person that has a pistol or a rifle is mathematically more apt to harm someone for reasons on one particular day, than they ever would attack with a knife or bare hands their whole life long. The freely available gun can occupy portions of daily thought life whether they often range shoot, or bought it at WalMart 10 years ago, and it remains unmoved in the closet from the date of sale. The instrument of certain death can occupy some part of thought life. The ability to retaliate a gun bestows is itself a warning. The Postal worker in Royal Oak, MI who randomly shot at and killed six coworkers, attacking them enmasse after arriving to have it out with his long seperated spouse, is one incident of thousands since, each a case study indicting the U.S. proliferation of guns. Many preach a gospel based on the 2nd Amendment of the Bill of Rights, that hinges on the premise Madison and that assembly of well educated for 18th century standards, predominently Aristocratic Masons believed the citizens of the young Republic needed a legally unstoppable Niagra of guns to repel the possible future tyranny of the very government devised by democratic parley they had pledged their lives and honor to, imperfect with race , gender and class bigotry, a society as backward as the British. The repudiation of Divine Right of Kings, and the commitment to live without Titles of Nobility, Royalty, and the warlord control of land and resources practiced throughout Europe by King's and those appointed members of the Royal Court. The extended process that forged a way of life, copied the world over was covened in the preindustrial world that ruled the mass of humanity with the guarantee of a life of constant toil for a return that body and soul might stay together. This guarantee was more binding than any right or priviledge written down. While terms had changed, the lot in life of citizens of the new United States went on unchanged for generations, in the uncleared surrounding teeming with danger from wild animals, starvation, disease, exposure to the elements and armed confrontation by indigenous peoples. The musket was essential for individual and family survival. The Constitution refers to the national future using the words "…we and our posterity…" a phrase roughly meaning'forever'. Such boldly stated intentions meant facing the risks posed by corruption. and officialsadministration could revert under color of law use a program of general disarmament of law abiding people, and revert the Americas to a European style fiefdom where landlords alone were armed had to be met by responsible menwafuture with with ought guns I will say I was brighter than many other my age and mental level back in those early post VietNam years, and lots of armchair generals, gripping a can of Schlitz, the griping about 'losing' the war. It was no secret from the late sixties the kill ratio was more than 20 asian dead for every one American. As horrible 56,000 U.S war dead was then, is now, and continues to be in the midst of current casualty reports, news that will mean the end of any joy in life for so many families. Those nearly 4,000 now dead are like the High School kid I was in those peaceful Carter years, whose thought life should center around staying out of trouble, falling in love and finding a way to get by in this dog eat dog world. There has come no words to my ears, or from the printed press from Iraq, that anything has transpired since the days of Nebuchannezzar 2,500 years; worthy of such sacrifice on their behalf. While their misery is undeniable and the betrayal of strongmen among their number who suffer them to live under tyranny even to this very day, most who are surely as fine, innocent and religious a population there is under God. It is a common fate Iraqis share with their darker skinned Muslims brothers and sisters across the few hundred miles of desert and sea from the Arabian Peninsula. Those poor souls in West Africa are as worthy in humanity and need for relief of dire suffering, and committed assistance of good people everywhere in the world. They do not walk upon ground as full of oil as it was went Jesus preached and fed the poor in Galilee. The conflagrations that were World War I and II, ended when one side had run out of bullets and the blood of its young to water the soils of every inhabited earthly continent . These wars are justly commemorated in remembrance of the bravery and sacrifice of the millions caught up the maelstrom of modern war, and for the will of political leaders to lead their people to defeat those who would steal their honor and spoil their nation, which for better or worse remains the larger unit of which the family unit is tied with unbreakable bonds. Victory brought real but short lived joy. Among the veterans of war is the shared grief of the waste of life and the horror of seeing one's fellow man and one's self as wholly other than the products of civilized man; much less the rearing Mom and Dad provided. The martial tones of sabre rattling will fade away leaving silence to fill the raucous space, once more. 1:31 AM -

NORMAN MAILER

i RARELY CALL MYSELF "AN ARTIST", BUT THERE WAS A TIME WHEN i COULD LIE IN BED AND READ WITHOUT DOZING OFF, AND READ THOUSANDS OF PAGES OF THIS MAN'S HANDICRAFT, AND WAS ASTONISHED-AT THE TRUTH OF OBSERVATION, AT THE TRUTH OF THE FRAILTY OF THE OBSERVER-IF ANYONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND AMERICAN POLITICS-READ MAILER'S COVERAGEOF THE 1960, 64, 68, AND 72 RED AND BLUE CONVENTIONS; WHEN THOSE AFFAIRS WERE FAMILY FIGHTS AND THE LEAST BRUISED BECAME A CANDIDATE.


I WILL MISS NORMAN MAILER THE REST OF MY LIFE.