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I was thrilled when I heard that my favorite hot comic, the always edgy, sometimes painful, usually hilarious Louis C.K. was hosting Saturday Night Live this past weekend. And while his monologue was brilliant, the following skit — in which he plays our 16th President in the same style as his eponymous show — was one of the LOL funniest things Saturday Night Live has done in some time. Here’s an NSFW version, racier (and with more laughs) than the skit aired Saturday night:
Last night going through the drive thru at Taco Bell I ordered a common order for me: 3 tacos. But for some reason the automatic follow-up question caught my attention in a different way than ever before. “Would you like those tacos soft or hard shell?” I paused for a few seconds wondering, “What does it say about a person who chooses “soft” over “hard” shell? Or vice versa? Maybe “soft” taco types tend to be liberal and soft –almost effeminate. And maybe “hard” shell taco types are more conservative politically, like to stick with tradition and the status quo and more manly sounding food options. And then I thought, Besides, that seems like a very personal question anyway.” I was interrupted in deep thought, “Sir, soft or hard shell?” I was relieved I got a sir and not a “ma’am” which happens more than I’d like to admit. So, I dug deep for my lowest, slowest, manliest hard shell taco voice, and played it safe, “Hard shell” I said, Almost as if it was an insult to be asked. And to emphasize the kind of gringo they were dealing with, I added, “And make that a regular, not diet coke.” I was relieved I hadn’t put an Obama bumper sticker on my car yet, which could have undermined the entire subliminal impact of my dinner order. Sometimes men just have to get in touch with that primitive part of their masculinity—of what makes us men. No apologies. It’s a nature thing that modern social customs can limit but not remove. And last night I embraced it. And if anyone in the Taco Bell kitchen overheard my order and my voice–and the “regular coke” exclamation point I added, it was unmistakeable that, yeah, that’s right, there was one bad alpha male about to pull up at the drive thru window. It’s been an incredibly divided election season, but seeing new BFFs President Obama and Governor Christie has inspired me to be more bipartisan. Those of us in solidly red or blue states may disagree vehemently about our choice of candidate, but there’s one huge thing we have in common. We feel left out of all the rallies, speeches, door-to-door canvassing and incessant ads lavished on the few states whose votes will actually affect the presidential race. I mean, sure, my vote matters on local races and propositions, but it’s not the same. Those of us in states like California or Texas never get called by pollsters or visited by campaign workers – meanwhile voters in a few crucial states are complaining about all the attention, like a gorgeous celebrity complaining about how hard it is to keep her weight up because she forgets to eat. But instead of feeling sorry for myself, I decided to let my inner musical theatre geek pay tribute to perhaps the most pivotal swing state of all . . . .
If you can relate to it in some way, I am sympathetic to you and can relate myself….. But don’t despair. Whatever is gloomy and desperate in your life now will almost surely pass. Unfortunately, if you listen to this video clip, this tune may not pass–and remain stuck in your head long after what ails you has resolved itself. But at least you are not alone. Others will have it stuck in their head right along with you. ; )
But let’s have some fun with it. No, not talking about Obama vs Romney. That has been talked to death already. A different tack. What would YOU do if you were president. … Mos Def, rapper/poet, is not running for president. But it didn’t stop him from riffing on what President Def would do….. Fun to watch ….and Mos gives some solid answers…..while having fun with it all….
She had a choice of a modestly priced event in a reasonably nearby city. Her choice? Lollapalooza in Chicago How could I say no? I mean, Anthony Kiedis and I are practically soul-mates. We are both about 50 years old, both like the RHCP , think Flea is cool and many, many other similarities too.
Was it fun? It was a disastrous blast. Maggie is always game and willing to find the possibilities amidst the most unusual circumstances—like hanging with pop at an outdoor rock concert trying to replicate Woodstock with thousands of muddy, sloshed 17-24 year olds. And a 14 and 49 year old. Oh, I got to see Anthony Kiedas, albeit from several hundred feet away. I don’t think he saw me, but knowing my soul-mate was alive and well and jammin’ with Flea, made me smile. ; )
Not for long. But for about a year. And I only recently found out about it. Even though it happened some 40 years ago, I find myself reflecting a lot recently on that year—“My Big Year.” And asking myself, what went wrong and what can I learn from it? In 1971 my father sold his controlling interest in Kentucky Fried Chicken. He made a good deal of money and, as the story goes, created a $1M trust for each of his three children, my two sisters (Sissy and Sandy) and me.
Anyway, I was 8 years old at the time and totally oblivious to the fact that I was a millionaire. At least I was “on paper,” as a lot of millionaires seem to be fond of saying. I’m not sure what that means but I like the sound of it and so I’m repeating it here. Read the rest of… I’m the proud owner of a uterus, and I’d like to be in charge of it. Period. (And yes, really bad pun intended.) No matter how many positions Romney takes on female reproductive rights (and he’s taken more positions than are in the Kama Sutra), we have to look at his party platform and his choice of running mate, not to mention his unwillingness to withdraw his endorsement from candidates like Richard Mourdock. You know it’s bad when Romney comes across as a moderate, because he actually would allow an abortion exception in cases of rape . . . excuse me? And as for the pundits and online commentators who wonder why so many women are ‘quibbling about irrelevant subjects like women’s stuff instead of the economy’? Even the best economy doesn’t matter to a woman who can’t control her own body, on top of the fact that the GOP also doesn’t believe that women deserve pay equity, or insurance coverage of birth control – and those ARE economic issues, by the way. (Plus anyone who was alive before Roe v. Wade might recall that making abortions illegal doesn’t end them, it just makes them more dangerous. I’m with Bill Clinton in hoping abortions will be safe, legal, and rare.) Add in all of Romney’s mis-statements and condescension to 47%ers, like my mom who’s on social security and depends on Medicare, on top of his refusal to release tax returns, his belief that millionaires should pay a lower tax rate than I do, and his plan to return to the same unregulated, ‘trickle-down economics’ that caused the recession in the first place, his reliance on Bush-Cheney-era neocon hawks, oh, and did I mention his latest lie about Jeep moving to China, even running an ad after Chrysler explicitly refuted that story?) Fortunately, before I start ranting too much, I’ll take a break and launch into song! |
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