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If Hillary Clinton had been elected, I would have been persuaded that sexism was for all practical purposes dead in the United States.
Of course, the fact that she was not, and that Sarah Palin also has been brutalized in the popular media, tells us otherwise.
Conversely, someone observed yesterday that if Obama wins the Presidency, there would be no validity for future equal opportunity complaints from the Black community.
Certainly, this is a pretty persuasive argument: if a Black man, or at least a half-Black man, can raise over $600 million and win a Presidential election, doesn’t that mean that all the billions invested in affirmative action really have worked?
In that case, will progressives have the guts to tell Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson to kindly sit down and SHUT UP?

Colin Powell, who has suffered as the result of his participation in legitimizing the war in Iraq, isn’t the only one who’s kissed up to Obama in an attempt to save his legacy.
The press, which for years cowered before the Bush administration, has a lot to answer for. And their answer, much to their discredit, has been to attack McCain and Palin unmercifully, while leaving Obama and more particularly Biden, untouched.

Continue reading Legacies

A couple of weeks ago, I started taking lunch at the local senior center.
At first, I enjoyed it. It was a way to get a cheap($2), nutritious and filling meal without having to cook. The cheerful volunteers and staff served us on real plates with real tableware, and they were pleasant and almost embarrassingly attentive.

Continue reading Lunch Bunch

What this is cockamamie* new “reach out” thing, the mot du jour for silly Gen-Xers everywhere (or is it Gen-Yers, whichever ones You-Tube about Obama).
Thank you very much, but I’d rather you not “reach out” to me or anyone else. There is quite enough of that stuff going on these days – talk to an MBTA cop about their recent subway molester stings.
I don’t mind being contacted, e-mailed, called on the phone or, depending on who it is, visited, with or without notice.
I’m happy to be sent a letter, a package or a nice bouquet, and it makes me happy when someone whom I haven’t heard from in a long time gets in touch, figuratively speaking.
If you are drowning in a hostile body of water, then by all means, reach out to the nearest hand, life preserver or weather buoy.
Otherwise, reach out and touch someone if you must, but please make it someone other than me.
*interesting word, from the French d