A homeowners association in southwestern Colorado has threatened to fine a resident $25 a day until she removes a Christmas wreath with a peace sign that some say is an anti-Iraq war protest or a symbol of Satan.
“Somebody could put up signs that say drop bombs on Iraq. If you let one go up you have to let them all go up,” [the President of the homeowners association] said in a telephone interview Sunday.
Gosh, I guess you would. But that might be something like freedom.
UPDATE: The fines were dropped.
How many times did you get unhappy after hating the idea to undress in public?
Umm… 5? I’m sorry, I can’t really remember.
“It is an honour to be the legitimate president of Mexico and above all the leader of free men and women like you,” the left-wing former mayor of Mexico City told some 100,000 devoted supporters who gathered on the capital’s main square for his “inauguration”.
Whatever else you can say about Al Gore, he never had a fake inauguration or declared himself the “legitimate” president. Not so for Andrés Manuel López Obrador, the loser in Mexico’s presidential election.
RIP Robert Altman. I have fond memories of seeing his Popeye as a kid. Of course, I had no idea who directed it (or why I should care). Years later when I had become an Altman fan and learned about the connection, I was very pleased. It’s such a weird movie.
One of Andrew Sullivan’s readers theorizes:
A possible explanation (not an excuse, there is a difference) for Michael Richards’ rant is one I have often observed. It is that when one person makes another person extremely angry, in this case by interrupting the routine of a washed-up former celebrity, the offended person, in his rage, says not necessarily what he truly believes, but rather what he believes will hurt that person the most. Therefore, it’s possible that Richards was not, in a Freudian slip, revealing his inner racist; but rather was saying that which he felt would most offend the person who offended him. Only the people who know him best know which is the case.
That makes a lot of sense to me. It’s too bad this person couldn’t tell this to Richards himself, who went on the Late Show last night to apologize. After watching the video of the apology, I’m more sure that he’s not a racist, but he doesn’t seem like he’s being completely honest. He rambles about Katrina and comedians doing benefits and how there’s tension and hate in our country, and I found myself wondering what it had to do with his situation. I think maybe he himself doesn’t really know why he said what he said.
Not about to lose Lovelady’s vote, Obama, who has yet to declare whether or not hell seek the presidency in 2008, phoned the reporter “to publicly apologize for messing up your game. I read that; I felt terrible. I didn’t know there were any ladies around. I just wanted to let you know that I’m deeply sorry.”
Look, he felt terrible, ok? He didn’t know there were any ladies around.
It’s hard out there for comedians.
Gunmen shot and killed a television comedian Monday who was famous for mocking everyone from the Iraqi government to U.S. forces to Shiite militias to Sunni insurgents.
Michael Richards stunned a comedy club audience, shouting racial epithets at people who heckled him during a stand-up routine.
I know who I feel worse for. Though I will give Michael Richards the benefit of the doubt and assume that he’s not actually racist. He probably was just trying to be shocking and funny and went too far on the former without any of the latter.
This dude was cock-blocked by Barack Obama:
“Wait a minute son, this is for professional media only,” Obama said to me.
“What do you mean? I work for the local paper,” I said with a crackling nervous voice.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were a college student. You have such a baby face,” he said with an unremorseful grin.
At that point everyone in the room turned to look at me and laugh. The 800 people in the lobby laughed as my face was projected on the big screen.
Remembered that girl who I was trying to get with, well she was sitting next to me and guess what she was doing?
Everyone was laughing except me.
The next time I saw that young lady was at another press conference, but this time she was acting as if she never knew me. I think I saw her maybe two more times and each time, it was the cold shoulder.
The Washington Post has a weird, kind of sad, kind of funny article about Shelley Sekula-Gibbs, the woman who won the special election to finish Tom DeLay’s term in office. In January, she will be replaced by Democrat Nick Lampson, who won the non-special election to take DeLay’s seat in the next Congress. (Sekula-Gibbs was a write-in candidate for that race.) While it seems silly that she is taking her short tenure so seriously, I’m betting she wants to make a good impression, so she can win back the seat in two years.
“I’m working hard to accomplish the things I’m working for,” she said yesterday. “For tax cuts. For immigration reform. To make sure we have a good solution for the war in Iraq.”
All that? In a few weeks?
“If there’s a way to do it, I’ll do it,” she said, smiling beneath her bright blond hair. “I’ll deal with the leadership to get as much done as possible.”