Post Post-Oscar Wrap Wrap

Well, I'm a little disappointed that Hal Holbrook and Persepolis didn't win in their respective categories; otherwise, I couldn't care less. Did I mention I slept through the whole thing...

Post-Oscar Wrap

I slept through the whole thing.

Yeah, and Jackie Onassis claimed to have slept with JFK...

Geez...talk about your non-issues...

(In the interest of full disclosure - and in saving a lot of you the bother of writing me nasty notes - I must emphasize, again, that I have no horse in this race. I do not endorse candidates. Hell, I don't even vote anymore...)

Open Letter To Natalie Cole

Dearest Natalie:

Shut. Up.

I remember the Grammy(s) you (along with that overrated hack Irving Gordon) picked up in the early nineties for that ultra-lame "duet" with your father. Nice edit job, but Record of the Year? As far as I'm concerned, your Grammys were about as merited as Milli Vanilli's. You should thank your lucky stars the industry doesn’t do to you what it did to them.

So, please…stop it. Stop talking. Go home. You get the idea…

The Ox-Bow Incident, Redux

Here’s another powerful, compelling story that in all likelihood you’ll never hear discussed on your local talk radio station: the national hysteria behind “sex-offender” laws.

Look: nobody is in favor of the sexual abuse of children (although we tolerate, and even condone, other types of “child abuse”).

Sex-offender mania in this country has gotten way out of hand.

People playing fast and loose with the “facts” (recidivism figures are constantly distorted toward political ends), disproportionate punishments, vigilante justice, the utter disregard of civil liberties, the shameless manipulation of the willing media, the mau-mauing of voices of reason…

…and the persecution of the innocent.

And on top of it all, there are some serious questions of how well these laws really work.

While we're at it, have you noticed how any kind of draconian law can get passed if it is named after a child (that's where the Bush administration blew it with the Patriot Act; they should have called it "Timmy's Law")...

Enough, already.

A Simple Desultory Digression

On this not-so-super Tuesday, allow me to take time out from my busy blogging schedule to say something specifically to the many self-absorbed Hollywood celeb types who I just know are hanging on to my every word:

Nobody cares who you vote for.

Nobody.

Nada. Zip. Bupkus.

That goes for you, Jack Nicholson...

Ditto, Chuck Norris...

Et tu, George Clooney...

That applies to you too, chick who plays Ugly Betty...

And you, Debra Messing...

And ESPECIALLY YOU, Roseanne...

Nobody out here in the real world gives a wet slap who you think we should vote for.

Thank you. We now return to our regularly scheduled blog...

Everybody's Talkin' (not)...

Check out this story...

Question: is anyone on the air in Philly talking up this story?

Has Michael Smerconish even touched it?

Has Dom Giordano taken time out from from lobbing softballs at Dick Morris or defending that idiot school administrator in Virginia to take notice of such a powerful, compelling story in his own backyard?

I don't have a dog in this race. I don't know the people involved. I'm just a fan of good talk radio. This is the kind of story that can galvanize an audience - if they ever hear of it.

If Messrs. Smerconish and Girordano have seized upon the story, great - kudos to them. You'll understand, though, if I don't give them the benefit of the doubt...