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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A New Age Begins



The following is the transcript from President Obam'a inauguration address.

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

transcript taken from CNN.com

A New Hope (Celebrate Like the End of Return of the Jedi)


Today at noon marks a new beginning. Gone is arguably the worst presidency in our history, a time sandwiched between the worst attack on our soil and one of the worst financial collapses we have ever faced. The amount of rotten, stinking, maggot infested meat in the middle is staggering: lies, deceit, the War in Iraq, the mishandling of Katrina (good job Brownie!), Darth Cheney, the Patriot Act, Guantanamo, and so on. The list seems endless.

Obama has yet to step one official foot in office, but with him comes a new hope. Gone are the crummy prequels and now begins the true trilogy. Obama is not Luke Skywalker. He is not an all powerful Jedi who can wield tremendous power, but he is a true leader. He is a guy who seems to get it and will actually work to make good, real changes happen. He is not the Messiah. He is not a face on a commemorative plate to pray to before hogging on meat and mashed potatoes, but he is an elected official whom we can be proud of. We are the world's fart joke no longer.

He will make mistakes. He will have his Bay of Pigs, but he will be honest with us. He will speak to us as equals and not as a trumped up king reciting PR rubbish from an ivory tower. He will treat us as fellow citizens and not cows to throw money at in order to bump up approval ratings. Hopefully gone are the days of Hummers garnished with yellow ribbons, but it will take time. People poor today will still be poor tomorrow. People losing their homes today will still be losing their homes tomorrow. People searching for jobs today will still be searching for jobs tomorrow. We must be patient and we must be willing to work.

These are my hopes for our 44th president. He has a lot of work to do in order to turn around the mistakes of the past administration and our partisan cynicism, and he cannot do it alone. We cannot expect him too. This truly is a historic time, and we are a part of it. Now we must figure out what we're going to do with it. Will we help create real positive change or let our apathy continue to control us? Will our generation be celebrated or blasted in high school history classes 20, 50, and 100 years from now?

I'm excited to see what Obama is capable of. I hope he makes cynics of government like me reconsider our libertarian stances. If he can live up to half of the hype that he has generated we can expect great things. Hopefully the Dark Ages are over and America is on the cusp of a Renaissance.

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Long Wait is Over


This week my life will have meaning again as LOST returns Wednesday at 8 p.m. Season four is hazy so here is a great recap I found. Longtime LOST fans know we cannot expect any answers in the first episode, such as to questions like how did Locke end up dead and where did the island go, but I'm hoping we'll find out if Jin is alive or dead.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

BRAINS!!!


For those of you looking for something to do tonight, according to the Valdosta Daily Times, Extras Casting Inc. is holding auditions for folks wanting to play zombies in the film "Zombieland" at Black Crow Media, 1711 Ellis Drive, from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m.

It sounds like a fun way to make some moola. I'm trying to figure out what style zombie I'll use for my inspiration. Do I go old school with "Night of the Living Dead" or kick it up a notch with a "28 Days Later" rendition? I'm thinking Resident Evil style, lumbering into gun shots until either my head is blown away, or I get lucky because Leon runs out of bullets and healing herbs allowing me to gorge myself on his throat.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Value of a College Degree

Does agreeing with this article make me an elitist, uppity, Victorian ahole or simply a realist?

Runnin' With the Devil


A friend posted this link on MySpace and I had to share it with all of you because it is one of the funniest things I have ever seen online. Sammy Hagar must be so pissed. He needs to start his own sound board so fans can decide once and for all who the best Van Halen front man truly is. Singing aside, Hagar could never match Roth's high kicks, flying splits, and other various quasi rock 'n' roll ninja techniques, but Hagar had the perm, so the debate rages on.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

14.59. I Wish


Enough of this woman, please. This latest edition of Palin rambling comes from conservative documentarian John Ziegler's next film "How Obama Got Elected."

This clip is laughable as Palin rambles and blames the "mainstream" media (mainstream - the term used by the ultra-right when describing the liberal media like the Limbaughiacs are toiling away in basements, hiding from "the man" in order to feed the real truth to the masses. Viva la Fox News!), the entire world, and any and every animal, plant, or mineral except herself for not being able to hang moose antlers up in the Oval Office. I could also ramble on for days about the glaring hypocrisy that is Sarah Palin, but here is my condensed rant.

The "mainstream" media didn't ruin your chances, you did. You gave the press the middle finger by refusing interviews, and when you did dare to speak to them, watching the interviews was like watching the Hindenburg disaster. Oh the humanity! You are a caricature. You are a marketing research burrito, wrapped up and served to the starving, zombified masses who bought the down home cookin', gosh darn "I'm a real person like you" George W. Bush in 2000 and 2004.

Stop blaming the "mainstream" media and the blogosphere for your ignorance. You and your followers act like you are not to blame at all for your loss, like you were this perfect candidate and the Hellish "mainstream" media made it its mission for you not to succeed. You act like journalists wanted you to harness cold fusion. Katie Couric, for instance, just wanted to know what news publications you read, if any. You were asked questions that a future vice-president should be able to answer and you failed miserably, thus one big reason why you are sitting at home cooking moose chili.

Sure, outright lies were reported about you. But you provided plenty of head scratching fodder yourself, and you perpetuated outright lies about the guy you were running against as well (Ayres, "palling around with terrorists" for example). We can only hope that you become a pop culture footnote by 2012, but I'm losing hope now that you've figured out how to use the "mainstream" media to keep you in the public eye. Just don't go the Paris Hilton route. Keep the lights on.

Our only hope is that the Kool-Aid you are pouring is misplaced with Ecto Cooler Hi-C or that Alaska's moose nation will finally storm Achorage and send you packin' on your snowmachine into the icy tundra. Look out, Russia can see you too.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Movie Review: The Aristocrats 3.75-5


A family walks into a talent agent's office claiming they have a terrific act that will make tons of money. The talent agent replies, let’s see it, and the family begins committing the most disgusting, revolting acts imaginable. They finish, TA-DAH!, panting, teeth gleaming, jazz hands shimmering. The talent agent nods, sits back in his chair, and asks what the family calls this act. Their response: “THE ARISTOCRATS!”


The 2005 documentary, “The Aristocrats,” co-created by Paul Provenza and Penn Jillette celebrates the grotesque genius of this joke as the creators document 100 of their comedian friends, such as George Carlin, Drew Carey, Sarah Silverman, Paul Reiser, Whoppie Goldberg, and Gilbert Gottfried, sharing their versions of the joke. The set-up and punch line are always the same: family walks into a talent agent’s office, the agent asks what the act is called, and they respond, “the aristocrats,” but the different versions of disgusting family acts are infinite with the only barrier being the extent of a comedian’s own vile imagination.


It takes a certain type of mind and sense of humor to truly enjoy this joke and the documentary as the different versions of the joke frequently feature bestiality, incest, sodomy, vomit, feces, urine, and other bodily fluids. Many out there will laugh hysterically throughout the entire film but most will turn it off in disgust. Some will probably even gouge their eyes out, or scream “Hallelujah” and run to the nearest church to repent.


If you have the stomach for it, Bob Saget’s version of “The Aristocrats” alone is worth seeing the film as his is beyond nasty and therefore the funniest. In comedic circles, he is known as one of the dirtiest comics out there, but mainstream audiences won’t believe the filth that comes out of Danny Tanner’s mouth. His rendition is definitely not the advice DJ would be looking for after Gibbler stole her boyfriend. How rude!


I laughed throughout the entire documentary, although it did get a bit repetitive towards the end. The most shocking part for me was that not the amount of crap being thrown around or the numerous family members committing sexual acts, but that Paul “Mad About You” Reiser actually made me laugh. It’s a good thing Helen Hunt wasn’t around. Also, it was a treat watching the late George Carlin recount the history of the joke.


“The Aristocrats” is a must see for dirty-minded individuals and comedy connoisseurs, but I suggest keeping a six pack of soap nearby.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Ode to the Big Red Machine

Today, while I was driving downtown, I saw my first car - a red 1996 Oldsmobile Achiva SE. I knew it was mine, the one I sold for the low, low price of $500 because of the "Williams, Dover, NH" dealership tag on the rear bumper. I was surprised at the wave of emotions and memories that came over me. I still cannot believe I sold that car in the first place. At the time, it was part of the Alamo's yard, like the bent over polka dotted bottoms that grace gardens. It sat beside the house in a state of perpetual unmotion, the grass rotted underneath it while the grass beside grew like weeds. I was too poor to afford car insurance and registration fees, which included fines from car insurance lapses. Thus, she was stuck rocking away, remembering the old times.

Except nobody brought out a pitcher of sweet tea or lemonade. Chrissty's Honda became our primary transportation. Hopefully it didn't laugh as it waited for our return, engine still warm. The day eventually came when we had to say sianara to the Alamo and, needing the money, I priced the car to sell quickly. It did. I defended my selling of the Big Red Machine by saying that I couldn't afford her. She had sat for so long and was a mess. She was a dog that I drove out to the country and abandoned by a farm. She had aged before her time, maybe she secretly shot whiskey at night while I slept. Maybe she grew complacent, never having to struggle and eventually start on a knuckle aching, below zero January morning since my move south.

The passenger window was arthritic, moving in spurts never to roll up fully. The CD player developed Alzheimer's and no longer recognized CD's. Her A/C couldn't compete with Valdosta's simmering summer heat and puttered out. The back seat was a refuge of yellowed newspapers from my editor days. The driver's side floorboard became the home of a cat and her litter of kittens. A-Mac ran inside one day, "Guys you'll never believe this." We left the door open so they could get out freely because we were afraid to move them. Subsequently, the battery died and had to be replaced. The cat and kittens eventually moved out to the woods never to be seen again.

I spent a few hours cleaning Big Red before I stuck on the black and orange "FOR SALE" sign. Cleaning her up didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. She went from sleeping in an alley to nailing job interviews. She looked like her former self, the day I test drove her with my dad, us laughing as we turned around in a dirt lot and screamed out kicking up dust. The way she looked in her first photograph, posed behind the smiling dealer and the smiling me. Him happy with a sale and me happy at my new freedom. She was the first and only car I test drove that day.

The SE stood for sports edition, the insurance company charged more because of these two letters and because of the red paint. She has two doors and a spoiler, but she certainly was not a sports car despite what GM claimed. My brother laughed at me when I asked his advice on customizing it. He said I would be a laughing stock if I put rims and a giant spoiler on an Oldsmobile. He drove a hunter green Mustang and did not have that problem. I relented. At least my car had a black interior and a switch to engage into all-wheel drive - a nice edition for icy, winter roads.

She took me to and from soccer practice and my high school, weekend afternoon until 2 a.m. job as a hotel porter. She took my friends and me to the mall and movies. My dad's Silverado pulled her the 1,271 miles to Valdosta and sent my parents back, my mom weeping, minus me and Big Red. I started at VSU a few days later. Back and forth. Back and forth. School. Work. Girlfriend. Friends. All over. To and Fro. A summer trip 1,271 miles back to New Hampshire. Then 1,271 miles back to Valdosta.

Eventually, I moved closer to VSU and my left foot was able to pound the pavement instead of the gas pedal. My roommates' cars had four doors so she was rarely driven when it was time to pile to Wal-Mart or the bars. She grew older. I called less and less. I rarely visited. When I did it was for meaningless two minute trips to What-a-Burger or Taco Bell. Her last great hurrah was a sweat soaked ride with A-Mac to Tampa for our first Tropicana Field Red Sox/Rays series. It was the first time I looked forward to seeing a ballgame indoors in the refuge of air conditioning. We cursed her the whole way. We were just thankful that she made the trip, although she should have left us on the side of the road. Then she sat....and sat....and sat.

Seeing her today, I wish I hadn't sold her. My mind turned into a crystal ball briefly allowing me to see this future sentiment the second after I finished cleaning her. I saw this feeling again when I allowed her new owner to drive her around the block, and again when I told the buyer I would take her off the market for a day so he could get the $500 together.

I miss the Big Red Machine. She had just over 150,000 miles and would have run for many more years. I could have gotten the money for fines and a tag together. If not, I could have towed her to the new apartment until I did. We love our new younger Mazda. Mindy's modern four cylinder would crush Big Red's older six and saves us money at the pump. But we could do without the monthly payment. Big Red was all mine but not anymore.

I'm glad to see she's still running. I'm glad to see that she is being used. That she is a car again and not a lawn ornament, a piece of modern art depicting time's cruelness. I should have taken better care of you. You deserved better. You were my car and now you're an old photograph laying in an old album. Every now and then I'll take it out or I'll see you around town and remember. You will always be my first car.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Favorite Music of '08

There was a lot of great music in '08. Here are the top 50 lists from Pitchfork, Rolling Stone, and Myspace. I didn't listen to 50 albums thoroughly all year so I going to take MySpace's approach and just list the albums that I enjoyed most in '08 in no particular order. The first album, "Restless Rubes," belongs to Valdosta's own country punk heroes Ninja Gun. I know the National's "The Boxer"came out in '07, but I didn't discover it until '08 and I cannot get enough of it.