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Counting Down The Days...

Cat, Hat, In French, Shit Chapeau?

Look, I know that the Battle of The Cranium Covers is a long standing tradition at royal events - feathers, brims, satellite dishes, leaning towers - but oy...

Princess Beatrice (right) wins first prize for her replica of Medusa's reproductive system, with her sister Princess Eugenie a close second with her furry vagina frippery.

 

And The Fairy Tale Begins

 

To hell with the haters.  For all of us little girls and boys inside our hardened grown up shells, this was a moment straight out of our childhood fairy tales.  And it made me smile.

The Royal Wedding: Spectacular or Spectacle?

In a matter of hours, Prince William will marry his love, Kate. 

In a matter of hours, the world will be watching, just as it did when his mother wed Prince Charles 30 years ago.

I was 15.  I watched.  I stopped what I was doing and I indulged in some fairy tale.  And it was beautiful.

I still remember Diana emerging from the carriage.  I still remember her nervously flubbing the Prince's full name.  I remember the kiss on the balcony.  And I well remember when they welcomed Prince William into this world.

Tomorrow that baby boy gets married, and yes, I am getting up early to watch.

This apparently pisses off a lot of people.  Boards, Facebook pages, articles have been stuffed with the knicker twisted among us who have to not only pee on the parade, but take a big steamy dump upon it, too.

Talk about a bunch of wankers.

If you don't want to watch it, don't.  Pretty simple.  The British military is not showing up on your doorstep at 4am to pull you from your slumber and force you to partake of the nuptials.

Yes, there has been a lot of media attention paid to this particular event.  As there should be.  Whether we ignorant, pompous, arrogant Americans "get it" or not, this is a huge event on the world stage.  Do I wish, as Dan Rather lamented today, that this much media attention were given to the 9 soldiers killed earlier this week in Kabul?  Of course.

But just because there are other things going on in the world, doesn't mean this isn't.

The inability of Americans to wrap their minds around anything beyond their own borders is not exactly history making.  We like to think of ourselves as the center of everyone's universe.  You know, that whole tired "We're #1" crap.

It's not true.  If we're still #1 at anything, it is our inability to appreciate and respect another country's culture. 

The royal family, the monarchy - it is a big deal across the pond.  It is part of their rich history, their daily lives, their culture.  That people in this country - a land which elevates the likes of Situations and Snookis to royal status - dare to throw stones is laughable and pathetic.

But then, these are the same folks who think the Super Bowl results in "World Champions" and that NASCAR is the be all, end all.

Tomorrow morning I will be watching because I want to.  Not because I'm ignoring everything else taking place in the world.  But because in a world as screwed up as this one?  A little fairy tale now and then is not such a bad thing in which to indulge.

And if it's not your cup of tea?  Bugger off and stay in bed.  Just remember that the next time you are waxing crapsodic about draft picks, those over logo-ified cars and ovals, or the World Series - I reserve the right to tell you you're full of shite.

A Mighty Wind

Having lived many years in the midwest as a child, tornadic activity was simply an expected, albeit awful, part of spring. My family spent many an afternoon and evening huddled in the basement around a radio hoping against hope that the devastation would be delivered elsewhere, that the touchdown would occur in the middle of a field, not the middle of a cul-de-sac.

We were lucky.  For all the scary moments and nights spent in sleeping bags on the floor, we always woke to find the roof still intact, the first floor of our home where we left it.

As an adult, Rudy and I were not so lucky.  Our winds of change came in the form of a catastrophic hurricane in 1992 in Kauai.  Our respect/fear/awe for Mother Nature is born of having been at ground zero of one of her tantrums. 

We lost everything that didn't matter.

I stress that line because so many in the south are waking up to begin facing the emotional turbulence that continues to swirl long after the winds move on. 

Houses, photo albums, cars, TVs, ipods, swing sets, appliances, clothing - they do NOT matter.  If you survived, if you have air in your lungs, if you are still able to hold the people you love and feel them breathing in and out - you have what matters.

Watching this video, the terror is palpable.  I know the sound, the fury, the ice cold fear inside as you huddle and pray and wait.

My heart is with all those who survived yesterday's horrific storms, those who have lost loved ones, and those who must now face the overwhelming task of rebuilding.  It is one step, one heartbeat, one teardrop at a time.  Just know you are not alone. 

Already internet boards are full of garbage like "this is retribution for slavery," and "God hates the Tea Party."  Just as the asshats were out in full force declaring the earthquake in Japan as "payback for Peal Harbor."

I don't care if you are a Democrat, Republican, support the Tea Party, adore Rush Limbaugh, or think Keith Olbermann hung the moon - you are a human being - and this tragedy highlights THAT about us all.  A tornado does not care about party politics, ideology, chosen religion, personal biases, how much money you have or don't have.

It is, as we can clearly see, and equal opportunity destroyer.  

Again, to all those whose lives were drastically altered yesterday, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

Please give what you can, if you can, to the Red Cross.   

Killing The Birthers

President Obama has allowed the release of his original birth certificate.

In his words, "We do not have time for this ... silliness."

Kind way to put it, Mr. President.

Not that this will kill their true issues with him, and God knows they will quibble and stammer and theorize about this release today.  (I am related to some of these birthers, and despite them being related to Culley, who was also born in Hawaii, who is also in possession of the SAME proof of birth as the President, who also has her passport via that same proof of birth - refuses to believe President Obama is a citizen.  They are, at best, intellectually dishonest.  At worst?  Well, they know what they are.  And they are not worthy of conversation.  Period.)

Quite frankly, EFF THEM ALL, starting with the most pompous, arrogant, self serving of gasbags out there leading the birther brigade:  Donald Trump.  (Pssst, Donald - that CNN poll you bragged about?  You know, the one where you and Obama are neck and neck?  CNN NEVER DID SUCH A POLL.  And they are having fun repeatedly playing you bragging about it, and then stressing you are a liar.  Oh, and what about your grandstanding earlier this week that your Hawaii investigators said Obama's birth certificate was "missing"?  insert sound of crickets)

I have applauded President Obama's refusal to get drawn into this idiocy, having already released his legal proof of birth years ago.  These people simply do not deserve attention, conversation, consideration.

Today I applaud him again because this country does have far bigger issues facing it than a bunch of closet bigots, racists, and intellectually challenged assholes continuing to shit their pants because they lost the election.

 

 

Favor, Please?

My amazing and gorgeous (gorgeously amazing?  Amazingly gorgeous?) and multi-faceted friend Jack Mackenroth (Project Runway was only the tip of his talented iceberg) currently has many media projects in the works. 

If you would not mind taking a moment to click (link in his name below) through to his IMDB profile (several times) it would be much appreciated.  Every view ups his ranking, which in turn boosts his exposure.

Thank you!

JACK MACKENROTH

 

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