Money Can't Buy Everything!

I've had gray hair since my 30's, white since my 40's. I think it came from my Grandmother's side of the family. My Dad's Mom was snow white when she was in her 20's.

On the advice of the woman who cut my hair at the Copley Plaza Hotel barber shop I colored my hair once when I was in my early 30's. When I got home, my kids who were 10 and 8 at the time broke into tears, my ex wife laughed and I never did it again! Believe me it was bad advice, very bad.

Check this out:

This is casino billionaire Sheldon Adelson, take a close look at his hair, the color doesn't exist in nature.

Another casino magnate, Steve Wynn, close to Adelson auburn, check out the plastic surgery and the teeth!

Auhnuld is moving toward the Adelson color palette as well!

Donald trump is in his 60's, not as bad as "shoe polish brown" but WTF? All you need to know about Trump's ego is this painting that hangs in the entry of Mar Lago, his Palm Beach home. (it doubles as a private club) I've seen it, it's huge and a lousy painting as well. Trump sells a reproduction of it for $1,100.

Here's Wayne Newton, shoe polish black hair, another favorite with old, egotistical men.

Whatever Wayne paid his plastic surgeon, it was way too much! I think the same guy did Mickey Rourke! Note the hair color.

I'd guess the same guy did Cher, too.

I think this highly skilled plastic surgeon, just bullshits his patients, he can only do one face. Newton, Rourke and Cher look like triplets.

Grow old gracefully, you asshats. You don't have enough money to purchase youth, it ain't for sale!

I Cut Off My Hair

I went to see Anneke this morning. She is the crazy Hungarian who does the Cakes' hair. I've been going to her for about a year now. When I sat down in the chair, Anneke said, "What do you want to do?" I told her "Cut it all off!" She was stunned since I've been getting my hair done with it just long enough on the top to brush and short on the sides. I told her make it really short all over. To tell you the truth I have no idea why, but that's what I told her.

Anneka was hesitant and kept saying "Are you sure, that's what you want?" I answered in the affirmative. She whipped out her clipper and went to work. The first pass was up the left side of my head and over the top. There was no going back. I was committed.

As she buzzed my head, strains of David Crosby singing "I Almost Cut My Hair" was my earworm. I watched in the mirror as my fine gray, white actually, head of hair disappeared. The hair on the top of my head was about an inch long and after each pass of the clippers it fell on my shoulders or on the floor. Anneka changed clippers and took it down even more. I had flashes of myself in the mirror, short glimpses of my hair when it touched my shoulders in the early 70's, long enough for a short pony tail, of course it was dark brown in those days. I saw myself when I had it Gordon Gekko style, slicked straight back. Hairstyle after hairstyle flicked through my mind until she finished. (In a very short 8 minutes.)

I looked in the mirror and the first thing I thought was 'Shit, I look like a retired Marine DI. No, I look like a prisoner in a Russian Gulag. Maybe a Serbian War criminal? A White Supremacist? A convict on death row? A chemo patient? An assistant coach on an NFL team? (I'm now built like an aging linebacker.)

My scalp is a healthy pink, covered now by less than a 1/4 inch of hair, every square inch of my head now has the same amount of hair, probably for the first time since Army Basic Training...

It looks weird, my wife hates it and Anneke will take zero responsibility for the cut. I startled myself when I walked in the bathroom at work a few minutes ago.

It does look kind of fucked up. It was my choice, though and I now have to live with without hair to soften my well earned folds, creases and wrinkles for awhile. At least my head isn't shaped like a damned kidney bean or fucking bullet.

On the plus side, I still have plenty of hair to cut and it grows quickly.

I'm glad I repressed the passing thought of shaving my head and growing a goatee...

I think I'll just tell anyone who asks, "the chemo worked."

Now, about that tattoo thing...

Getting Some Shit Off My Chest 2 point Oh

This is Jesus after viewing news clips from the Value Voters Summit, poor fellow seems to be upset doesn't he? He's probably thinking; first the Catholics and now these assholes! Maybe he ought to get his old man to bring some of that old testament hellfire and brimstone down on these posers. Of course if the old man hasn't knocked off Pat Robertson yet, maybe he's lost his mojo.

If you liked the foreign policy of the Bush administration, if Mitt is elected you'll get a replay. The entire neo-con crew is on Mitt's team including convicted felon Elliot Abrams and that evil fuck goes all the way back to St. Ronnie's Iran-Contra horseshit. You remember Iran-Contra, but Reagan didn't.
Some neo-con dick said today, "there would be no demonstrations in the middle east if Romney was President, they would have too much respect for him". These people are too fucking stupid to walking around on the streets.(or be allowed free air)

Speaking of the 'Values Voters Summit" the Romney campaign sent it's noted foreign policy expert, VP Candidate Paul Ryan (he personally stopped Kenosha from invading Janesville or vice versa, I believe.) Here's a line from his speech:

In the days ahead, and in the years ahead, American foreign policy needs moral clarity and firmness of purpose."

as Charles P. Pierce says: Mohammad. Lay down the struggle. The Americans have found someone to weaponize banality again.
Read more: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/paul-ryan-foreign-policy-2012-12701580#ixzz26Vo6DVek

By the way Ryan started running campaign spots in his district today....for congress! He's obviously all in with Mitt!

This is Bibi Netanyahu, he is the man in Israel, he is also dictating Republican Foreign Policy. If Mitt is elected this motherfucker will get us into a war with Iran and if you think the deficit is high now, just wait....we'll be adding another unfunded neo con war to the fire and with Romney's tax proposal on top of it, George W. Bush will be remembered fondly. Oh! Wait a minute, I forgot deficits don't matter when there is a Republican in the White House and I know it's true because fucking Dick Chaney told me so!

See this fat, drug addled bastard, it's Rush Limbaugh. Premier Radio has this crazy fuck on 600 radio stations. (What a country!) Premier is owned by Clear Channel. You know who owns Clear Channel? Lee and Bain. Yes, my children, that Bain, the Mittser's old company. Until a few months ago, Limbaugh hated Mitt Romney with all the fire of a million suns. Ahhh, not anymore. And they syndicate Sean Hannity too and that asshole has changed his tune, hasn't he? What did Hillary say about a "vast right wing conspiracy" again?

This is, of course Sunday Talk Show fav, Senator Lindsey Graham who said this week what the Republican Party needs is "more angry white men". I believe you have them all now, at least that's what it looked like in Tampa, you closeted freak.

Question, who will be the first Republican between now and the election to call the President a "nigger"? You and I both know it's going to happen.

That's it, I'm going to read a book, god dammit!

Happy Birthday, Mom

My Mother would have been 88 today, as my baby Sis Kathy said earlier, "she wouldn't have been happy about it."...no she wouldn't have, not a bit.

One of the things I remember most about my Mom was how she stepped up to the task of handling every aspect of our lives when my Dad had a heart attack at 39. Dad was stricken back in the days when heart patients were told, "stay in bed and don't do anything for a year". Of course this pissed an active guy like my Dad off and he took his anger and frustration out on Mom. He wasn't violent with her but she became the wall he threw his shit at. He went from a pretty happy guy to an angry one and he was mean to Mom. She understood and never stopped loving him. What she did do was interesting, she threw herself into ceramics. Every night after things quieted down, Mom got out her green ware and scraped and smoothed and polished for hours. The entire house was asleep, I'd get up to take a pee and I'd see the lights on downstairs and there would be my Mom working on her ceramics at 2 in the morning. I'd get a glass of juice and we'd talk for a bit. Her ceramic production that year was incredible and every piece was perfect.

When I lived in Boston, Mom would come and stay with me. She loved Boston with all her heart, went to the library, the Historical Society, bookstores and coffee houses. She'd walk down to the Public Garden and feed the swans. One summer she brought my niece Suzie with her and they wore out a T-Pass.

My Mom was a reader and she had me reading before I started school. She laughed like crazy when my first grade teacher told her that when she was asking the 6 year olds if they could spell any words, I spelled "to be continued". She moved me from children's books, to serial graphics to newspapers and onto hard cover books. Thanks to Mom I was the book report champion from the 1st to 6th grade at Lincoln School. Her love affair with books lasted her entire life. Mom and I would do book discussions on the phone almost every week and we did right to the end.

She loved all of us and when we had our own kids they were loved as well and then when the great grand kids showed up there was plenty of room in her heart for them, too. My girls worshipped her and still do. She and my wife Jan had a superb relationship, I'd walk in the house and Jan would be on the phone with her. I'd walk the dog, make a drink and they'd still be talking. She told Jan, she was the best thing that ever happened to me.

My Mom was a good looking woman, one of those woman who age with grace and style. She walked into the hospital in high heels and died 4 days later. She was surrounded by her family as she drifted off. It was a gracious and good way to go. I've never been to a better funeral and one of the best things I've ever done in my life was, with the help of my nephew John, bring Mom's record player to the visitation and play her favorite music the entire time, from Glen Miller to Barbra Streisand and the Eagles. People were laughing and sharing memories of Mom, there were tears, of course. But the her overwhelming grace, charm and love filled the room. And that's as good as it gets, isn't it?

Mom is out there in the cosmos still watching over of us all.

The Big Dog

I had the pleasure of hosting William Jefferson Clinton at a Democratic Event in 2003. My job was simple, introduce him to the several thousand attendees. Listen to him speak for 60 minutes and then ask him questions we gathered from the folks in attendance.

President Clinton spoke without notes for the hour on economics, the two wars we were involved in and how the Bush administration had ignored all the evidence his administration had provided about what a threat Bin Ladin was to the country. He wasn't partisan. (although I wished he would have been) He was, smart, warm, personable and each of the several thousand people in that room felt he was speaking directly to them.

I wanted to ask him about his midnight meeting at the White House with Newt Gingrich the result of which led to Gringrich's resignation as Speaker, I didn't. I wanted to ask him about the rise of the phony, ludicrous religious right and why politicians feel they have to kowtow to them, I didn't. I had a lot of questions for President Clinton but I could only ask the ones on the cards. I did ask those and he answered them in detail. He remembers names, dates and he knows his history. The best thing about his talk that night was he didn't mouth political talking points.

I spent 15 minutes with him in the dressing room prior to the event, we ran through the details and in those few short minutes he made me feel like a friend and colleague.

I have an old friend from Boston who had met President Clinton in Beijing a year earlier. She is a tall, All American blond and he had spotted her at a new shopping mall in the diplomatic district of the city. Clinton, being the guy he is made a beeline for her with a 100 Chinese journalists and camera crews trailing behind him. He wanted to know what she was doing there and why, she explained she was there on business with her husband, Clinton wanted to know what he did and how long he had been doing business in China. She told him the details. That night she and her husband and his Chinese partner were having dinner. President Clinton with his entourage came into the restaurant. Clinton came over to their table and introduced himself and invited them to join his party after dinner. They smoked cigars, drank French brandy and talked about doing business in China for several hours. Bill Clinton picked her husband's brain the entire time they were together. He later introduced her husband to some Chinese business folks and he did some nice deals with them.

As I walked off the stage and back to the dressing room with President Clinton I asked him if he remembered the good looking blond he met in the Chinese shopping mall. He stopped and said "I sure do, she's from Boston." I told him she was. He said "How did you know about that?" I looked the Big Dog in the eye and said, "Because I used to sleep with her." He grinned and put both his hands on my shoulders, laughed and said, "You are a lucky man!"

President William Jefferson Clinton is one hell of a guy.