Lost in Limbo
Last week when I mentioned that the Catholic Church in its
infinite wisdom is considering eliminating Limbo, the place that is
neither heaven nor hell, I suggested it would be like being forced
to live in Gilroy with San Juan Bautista Councilman George Dias and
a sheriff’s deputy. Well the deputies didn’t agree
– they claim it would be pure hell and they were not talking
about the Gilroy factor.
Lost in Limbo
Last week when I mentioned that the Catholic Church in its infinite wisdom is considering eliminating Limbo, the place that is neither heaven nor hell, I suggested it would be like being forced to live in Gilroy with San Juan Bautista Councilman George Dias and a sheriff’s deputy. Well the deputies didn’t agree – they claim it would be pure hell and they were not talking about the Gilroy factor.
But I do love the two local newspapers, the Fifty Cent Lance and the Pinnacle, trying to compare Councilman Dias’ alleged fight with deputies to County Supervisor Anthony Botelho’s near Gandhi reaction in similar circumstances. What comparison?
Anthony is a gentleman in the finest sense of the word. He has approached me several times when he strongly disagreed with something I had written in my column. He never changed my mind despite his debate skills but he was always nice and polite, unlike one member of his family.
Councilman Dias, on the other hand, is a colorful character. He gets into trouble, but in his defense he pays for his wise-ass ways and goes on truckin.’ The world would be rather dull if we were all like Supervisor Botelho.
Now I am not advocating hitting a deputy but on the other hand, haven’t you ever wanted too? Never? Not once? Only hope Dias can get a fair trial as he certainly won’t get one in the local press and he is definitely behind the 8 ball with Channel 8.
Now please don’t waste your time writing me that I’m anti-cop. Why some of my best friends are cops. No, they’re not.
But I do have a crime saving tip for the Hollister police and county deputies. Here in Los Angeles the city and county officials have the answer on how to curb drive by murders and gang violence in South Central L. A. Just change the name to South L.A. The truly sad part is the media has bought into this and now refers to South Central as just South L.A.
Hollister should do the same, or better yet, just hire George Dias.
When Jack Valenti died last week it was like an old friend had passed away. You can bet he won’t end up in limbo. Jack was one of the most powerful, yet beloved, characters in Hollywood. He is most remembered for coming up with a rating system before the government intervened as to what we could or could not see on the screen. But I best remember Valenti the day President Kennedy was murdered. Jack was in that famous photo of LBJ being sworn in on Air Force One. Jack would make me cringe when he uttered that famous statement about how he slept better at night knowing Lyndon Baines Johnson was in the White House. I sure as hell didn’t, especially when Johnson said that no American boy would die on Vietnam’s soil all the while building a war machine that makes George seem bush league.
Reason number 69 why I laugh when people believe Hollywood actors know their pain when it comes to politics or social issues. In this week’s Sunday Times mag section they had an article on some new restaurant and quoted one celebrity “I spent $1,000 on dinner and it was worth every cent.” No, that was not a typo, one thousand dollars per one dinner.
On the other hand, Nancy and I had a great lunch at the Bossa Nova, an eclectic Brazilian restaurant near us on Sunset. “I spent $10.00 on lunch and it was worth every cent” and with the $990.00 I had left over, we went to a movie and had enough for a large popcorn and coke. Plus at the Bossa Nova who walks in and gives Nancy a big smile, her second favorite piece of eye candy, David Krumholtz, the star of “Numbers”, the only reason to own a television. My favorite Krumholtz film is the “Slums of Beverly Hills” with Alan Arkin even better than in his Oscar winning role in “Little Miss Sunshine”. This film is a rare little gem but a tad vulgar, so if Aunt Uptight is visiting don’t rent it until she is gone. Actually the film was recommended to me by the little old lady with the blue hair. Aye chee waa waa!
Alec Baldwin wants to take time off to write a book on parental alienation. I’m not kidding folks. That’s like Rosie O’Donnell leaving the View to open up a chain of charm schools.
