Only Imus could make Jackson look good
Wonder how long it will take Rosie O’Donnell to blame President
Bush?
Don Imus deserves to go to disc jockey hell for making the
despicable clowns Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton seem even a skoosh
legitimate.
Only Imus could make Jackson look good
Wonder how long it will take Rosie O’Donnell to blame President Bush?
Don Imus deserves to go to disc jockey hell for making the despicable clowns Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton seem even a skoosh legitimate.
I remember my wife Nancy and I going to a Martin Luther King rally in 1961 when it wasn’t yet popular for non-blacks. His oration was one of hope, peace, and coming together even though his audience was 99 44/100 percent black. We were the brown ‘n’ white ones.
When Martin Luther King was murdered, Jesse Jackson thought he was the natural heir. I have also attended a Jesse Jackson rally and he wasn’t and will never be a Martin Luther King. Heir to King’s throne? Never! Court Jester? Definitely.
So if Don Imus can make Jesse Jackson seem almost good then he deserves to spend his eternal life listening to the speeches of Jesse Jackson. Cruel and unusual punishment? You bet. Aye chee waa waa.
Loved that story about those crooks making a quick getaway after they tried to rob a convenience store. Their quick getaway was in an ambulance as the storeowner shot the hell out of them!
Love the realty section of the Pinnacle, especially Nants Foley’s column. Still laughing over the headline next to her picture “50 Reasons to Go with a Pro.”
Letters to the editor are always my favorite part of the paper. Loved that one from Marvin L. Jones in the Fifty Cent Lance about local buses’ low ridership. Usually a handful in a bus built for 15 to 24. But leave it to the world’s most beautiful and honest politician to cut through the crap. Supervisor Pat Loe states that if 100 percent of the buses ran at 100 percent capacity on 100 percent of the routes, county buses would still lose money. So what does the Council of Governments do? Replace a 15 to 24 passenger bus with a 40 passenger bus. Aye chee waa waa!
My two favorite movies so far this year, “Zodiac” and “Hoax,” are films I can only recommend to Hollister’s Carol Cherry, yes, that Carol Cherry and Ferlin Husky. “Hoax” with Richard Gere is probably of little interest to anyone other than people like myself who think they are writers or those who love great acting. While Gere is great, so is Marcia Gay Harden, as his wife with the greatest on-screen accent ever and Joseph Molina as his sidekick who helps concoct the biggest hoax ever on the American publishing community. Now they are easily deceived. Even I am actually paid. Sure it’s in tamales and beer but have you priced tamales and beer lately? Aye chee waa waa!
Speaking of tamales and beer, my deepest congratulations to Dona Esther’s Mexican Restaurant in San Juan Bautista on its 25th anniversary. Great food, great atmosphere and the best of help. Aye chee waa waa!
Another reason I miss Hollister is pizza. Now Hollywood has some great pizza places, but I’m telling you folks, my favorite pizza is still the one from Hollister’s Round Table Pizza. Yes, we have Round Table here, but it doesn’t taste nearly as good as the home-owned one in Hollister. How is it possible that a chain pizza parlor in little ole Hollister has better pizza than anything I have tasted in San Jose, San Francisco, or Hollywood?
The secret is really no secret. It is the love of what you’re doing. I remember my sainted mother’s cooking. You could give a hundred people the same ingredients, the same pots ‘n pans, same stove and mom’s cooking would be like something from the gods. The others? From Saint Elsewhere. Yes, “that” hospital.
The first season of “Streets of San Francisco” is finally on DVD. I was living in downtown San Francisco when they were often shooting near our apartment building. Michael Douglas was just an unknown riding on his dad’s reputation and between scenes he would duck in an alley and go over his lines. And I mean over and over. Karl Malden on the other hand was so prepared that between takes he would be directing traffic, shaking hands with bus drivers, and surprising tourists with his smile which was nearly as big as his nose.
From Imus to Gangsta Rap, I sometimes look fondly sex. One of my favorites was from the Western “Escape from Fort Bravo” with William Holden. The 1953 film has him embracing Eleanor Powell and telling her that he loves the way she lights a man’s cigar. I was only 13 and it titillated me. Of course the next Saturday I had to go to confession and confess my impure thoughts to Father O’Reilly, a cigar smoker. Holy smoke!
