Monday, May 15, 2006

I LOVE THIS STUFF






Jorn Olsen works for the Dutton-Lainson Co. in Hastings, Nebraska, and lives by Heartwell Park next to Hastings College. The other night he took these photos. The stadium lights are at the Hastings College stadium just east of his home. The clouds are called Mammatus clouds. They do not precede a tornado, or foretell a storm, but are formed when the air is already saturated with rain droplets and/or ice crystals and begins to sink. The worst of the storm is usually over when these kinds of clouds are seen. They are quite rare and really beautiful.
Thanks, KK

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Al Gore on SNL


Was I dreaming or was Al Gore incredibly funny during last night's monologue on SNL?He did this speech to America about his presidency and discussed baseball commissioner George W. Bush's latest policy on steriods. He talked about all of the things he has invented in the last six years. It was funny and dead on. Nice chance to poke fun of himself. Too bad we didn't get to see that side of him whe he ran for president.

Post Number 300/A Toast To Me



It's only fitting that post number 300 would be about the beginning. May 12 1976 was my very first day on the air. If I remember correctly, it was a Saturday night and I had to climb the back stairs of WHBF AM in downtown Rock Island. This was a huge building and finding my way through the maze was thrilling. About two weeks before, I rode my motorcycle down to Washington Iowa and apply at KCII (which later on in life became one of my affiliates), just to get started. My marriage was in trouble and I just wanted to work. They didn't hire me in Washington. Having real long hair and riding in on a bike might have had something to do with it. I then met with Dick Stuart, PD of THE contry station in town. After boasting about my abilities and basically being confident in myself, Dick was overwhelmed and added me part time. My job was to make sure the automated FM stayed on the air and be witty and brilliant between country tunes on the AM. Believe it or not, the first song I played was "Chevy Van" by Sammy Johns. WTF? It was kinda country sounding but then the playlist resembled much of what was played back then. It was Merle, Ronnie Milsap, etc, etc. I was so thrilled when I was asked to fill in for the afternoon gal the next week when she went on vacation. I was so in awe. It was a drug. I was now hooked. I was pretty scared back then, not knowing where the future was going to lead me, but after a while, it all seemed to work out. I am sure it will this time. 30 years. I celebrated with chicken wings and a portabella sandwich at Culpepper's. I also played basketball twice on Friday. Not bad for an old guy. Here's a toast to all of the musicians and composers I have met throughout the years. Guys like Harry Chapin, Robin Trower, Van McClain, Nancy Wilson, John Mellencamp, Lou Reed, Dave Mason, Ozzy Osbourne, Paul Simon, Bob Seger, Max Weinberg, Jon Anderson,Bryan Adams, Steve Perry, Boz Scaggs, etc etc etc.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Brush With Greatness Part Nine



As close to Bruce as I ever got. This is of course "Mighty Max" Weinberg of the E Street Band. He was in town to be the grand prize of battle of the bands held at St. Louis Community College at Meramec. If your band won, you got the chance to have Max sit with your band and do Led Zeppelin's "Rock and Roll". He was also in town to promote his book "The Big Beat".



The book was his conversations with great drummers like Levon Helm, Hal Blaine, Russ Kunkel, Charlie Watts, Jim Keltner, Ringo and more. All of these guys reside in my list of favorites. Max was very personable, took phone calls and seemed to be a real decent guy. He told me that the sessions for "Born To Run" were absolutely horrible. He had just joined the band it was just the worst for him. He did very well. This guy is like clockwork and one of those guys who make it look so easy. The date was 4/1/86 taken in the KSHE studio in Crestwood behind the drive in. BTW, the winning band jammed with Max Weinberg and it was just awful. Robert Plant once called "Rock and Roll" a "race to the finish". No shit. Thanks, Max for a great time.

What the hell happened to all of my hair? This was my "apostolic" look

The Da Vinci Code

I enjoy being a Catholic for the most part. I joined the church during a time I felt they needed me as much as I needed them. In 2002, it was not cool to be associated with the church. Scandals abounded everywhere. I thought at that time, it was a good time to join. Fast forward to 2006. The Vatican and the Cardinals are all upset about The DaVinci Code, calling for boycotts. It's a work of fiction. Here's Tom Hanks' reaction. Way to go, Tom.

Bob Heil's Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame Exhibit

Yesterday, in a pouring rainstorm, I got to see my old friend Bob Heil. We had Bob on the Rock morning show a number of times. Bob makes top of the line headphones, microphones and other related sound items. Bob is also having an exhibit displayed at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Bob found his calling when The Grateful Dead's sound guy got busted for drugs right before they stopped in St. Louis in 1970. Unfortunately, the constables confiscated their sound equipment. Bob to the rescue and he has been providing rock bands with top of the line equipment and advice for 36 years. I was there with Mike Anderson who runs the St. Louis Media website (and thanks Mike for some of the pictures), his son Jason, Radio Rich Dalton (St. Louis radio legend), Frank Nichols and Tom Calhoun who is the keeper of one of the finer blogs in cyberspace. Some highlights...

Here is Bob with the talkbox that Joe Walsh and Peter Frampton made famous.

Yes, that is one of the most famous microphones ever in rock and roll.

That is me thinking that this is one of the most famous microphones ever in rock and roll.

Bob Heil and yours truly.

I had speakers like this installed in an old Vega one time.

TShirts and merchandise available at the door.

Yes, this is the way we used to use a delay.

Yo girlfriend can go through, you have to stay back here.

This is a Quadraphonic board. Remember Quadraphonic? I do. I had a copy of Chicago 5 that sounded tres cool at that time. They quit making them however.

Jason Anderson, Mike Anderson, Bob, RadioRich and Tom Calhoun.

Bob told a story about how he told Pete Townshend one time that he didn't drink or smoke, but Pete replied, "you take care of the sound and we should use you to drive the bus". Bob's a great guy. Congrats, Bob and thanks for the preview.

Them's some good eatins...

Chiang Khong, Thailand - Fishermen in northern Thailand have netted a fish as big as a grizzly bear, a 646-pound Mekong giant catfish, the heaviest recorded since Thai officials started keeping records in 1981. The behemoth was caught in the Mekong River and may be the largest freshwater fish ever found.
"It's amazing to think that giants like this still swim in some of the world's rivers," said Dr. Zeb Hogan, a WWF Conservation Science fellow and leader of a new World Wildlife Fund (WWF) and National Geographic Society project to identify and study all freshwater fish over 6 feet long or 200 pounds. "We've now confirmed now that this catfish is the current record holder, an astonishing find."

The fish was caught and eaten in a remote village in Thailand along the Mekong River, home to more species of giant fish than any other river. Local environmentalists and government officials negotiated to release the record-breaking animal so it could continue its spawning migration in the far north of Thailand, near the borders of Thailand, Laos, Myanmar and China - also known as the "Golden Triangle"). But the fish, an adult male, later died. The species is declining, which fishermen in the region blame on upstream dams and environmental deterioration. The specimen is the largest giant catfish ever recorded; it is listed by the Guinness Book of World Records as the largest freshwater fish.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Today

I haven't blogged lately, just not much happening. Things get curiouser and couriouser on the job front. I have turned down a couple of things just cause the vibe isn't right. I am heading today to see the exhibit that Bob Heil is sending to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Bob invented the "talk box" that made Joe Walsh and especially Peter Frampton famous. I guess Joe and Bob are still very good friends. Bob started his journey by helping the Grateful Dead replace their stolen sound equipment for a gig at the Fabulous Fox many years ago. He became friends with them and The Who and it goes on from there. His microphones are the industry standard and I am looking forward to seeing his exhibit. I will be taking pictures and will put them up when I get back. On a side note, Bob's daughter Julie helped us out at the Rock many years ago. She was so sweet and beautiful. She did the morning news updates on Good Morning America for the local ABC affiliate. We wanted her to do a "blue" reading of some copy but she kept changing the words because, "I'm not like that." A gal to take home to Mom, for sure. I wonder where she ended up. I will find out today.
Here's Bob and Jeff Beck. Bob was JB's sound guy for years Jeff friggin Beck! Wow!

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Bye, dad.

Jeezix, how fast time is going. After returning from Cedar Falls to see my oldest daughter graduate last night, and after play practice, my youngest had a party to go to. These were good kids having the party, but when she says "bye, dad", with the words she just tosses over her shoulders, you wonder how long you have left. Will she disappear after high school or will she return until we kick her out? I think she will be gone for good, hardly if ever to return. I left home at 17, rarely to return and for good at 22 when I moved to KC.
While trying to sleep in the middle of the night(see previous post), the phone rings. A phone call at one a.m. is never expected and rarely good news. "Hey, I wanted to let you that I'll be home at 1:40 instead of 1:30, we are leaving now". Whew, thanks kid.
"Bye, dad".

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Incredibly Fast

My daughter just graduated from college today. Wow. it sure goes by fast. Road trip to Cedar Falls, spend 10 minutes with Jess, watched her graduate then home. I was very proud when I heard "Jessica Marie Amelia Border" from the podium. I thought how very lucky I am. Jess, now real life sets in. Be wise and strong and know I love you. Pictures soon. I hope.

Be Bop Deluxe

A cross between Roxy Music, Bowie and Queen. Be Bop Deluxe was an eighties band that was out in the 70s. In the fall of 1975, I moved in with my cousin who lived in a trailer park in St. Charles. One of the great things about that stay was the great tunes I remember coming out of KSHE 95, especially late in the evening/early in the morning. "Maid in Heaven" from the album "Futurama" by Be Bop Deluxe was one of those songs. Once again, I wanted to hear more. These guys were tight, very melodic and could rock their ass off. With LPs like "Sunburst Finish" that featured "Ships In The Night", I would say these guys could hold their own with anyone. I never got to see BBD live, but I almost had the opportunity to talk to Bill Nelson once in KC. No one could ever figure out why I wanted to talk with this cat so much. Their loss. With that in mind, my five favorite BBD tunes:
1. "Maid In Heaven" from Futurama. Two minutes and forty five seconds of what Queen tried to do.
2. "Ships In The Night" from Starburst Finish. Power fucking pop.
3. "Adventures in a Yorkshire Landscape " from Axe Victim (I prefer the "Live! In The Air Age" version). David Gilmour has NOTHING on this song. Some of the best guitar work ever.
4. "Shine" from Live! In The Air Age. Is that a guitar he's playing? Wow!
5. "Sister Seagull" from Futurama. A painting in sound.
Honourable mention: "Fair Exchange" from Starburst Finish.
They were too good for "glam" and not great enough to make it. All of these CDs are now being rereleased and remastered. Buy them. These guys rock!
Be Bop Deluxe were sequined glam rock heroes, seemingly beamed down from an impossibly glamorous forgotten future-world. They were an intoxicating ‘70s phenomena filled with lipstick posturing, surrealistic lyrics and searing guitar solos from leader Bill Nelson’s semi-acoustic, cherry sunburst Gibson 345.

Now to celebrate the band’s 30th anniversary, the Be Bop Deluxe catalog is being reissued featuring bonus tracks and expanded CD booklets.
Go here to find out more.

Hard Times In The Land of Plenty

I just received an email from a friend (an old affiliate) Bill Page. Bill worked in Kennett and Caruthersville, in the bootheel of Missouri. Bill was the type of guy that would spend 12 hour days at his station because he loved the news. When the tornados came through Caruthersville not too long ago, Bill was there, keeping his town informed and making a difference to his community and racking up some awards. For that, he was let go. It gets more difficult as time goes on to sit back and look at all the changes happening seemingly overnight. A number of my friends are now unemployed or underemployed in this crazy radio business. I don't recall a time like this. It's seems to be happening everywhere. I hope some day I am in a position to help guys like Jay, Bill, Katey and the rest. I only wish I could do it now.

Friday, May 05, 2006

In the CD Player

"Weekend in LA" by George Benson. This takes me back a long way. Very soothing, very nice. the first time I ever heard Whitney Houstons's "The Greatest Love Of All" was when George sang it here. Not the greatest singer but this is a first rate live package. Benson is one of the guitar GREATS! Anyone who played with Wes Montgomery is good to go in my book. There's no "Breezin" or "This Masquerade" on here, but "On Broadway" is and it's still a fine example of a great guitar player at home in front of a crowd in L.A. I give it a B+.
Class dismissed.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

My Girls


Right from my flower garden. I wish I could get them and the roses to bloom at the same time. I threaten every year to cut them down. They are getting very big. Peonys. They smell great too. In a week, they will be all gone.

Death..Explained

A sick man turned to his doctor,as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,"Doctor, I am afraid to die.Tell me what lies on the other side." Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know." "You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?" The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door,
a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing...

I know my Master is there and that is enough."

Thanks KK

My Friend Katey...

...has been in radio since 1980. We worked together in KC for a long time. I have seen her at her best and at her worst. I believe that is what friends are for. She was unceremoniously dumped by the new owners of her station. When I was working for Learfield, I talked with someone in Cumulus about their takeover of Susquehanna. His quote to me was "Half of those people are gone...we don't operate radio like they do." Too bad. Katey was one of those people. She had never been fired from the business (unfrickinbelievable)until this week. As much as I know her boss, it must have broken his heart, too. A lot of my old friends in KC will lose thier jobs over this takeover. I wish them all well, especially Katey, who I feel was someone that I taught and helped mold into a broadcaster. This is a shitty business and now she will get the preverbial question...can't you do something else? Can an auto mechanic suddenly become a lawyer? You are what you are and will always be what you are. I am a great radio guy. Katey was an awesome radio person. I hope she will be OK.

Sleep...please.

I have counted sheep, taken Melatonin, read, drank warm milk (ew) and I can't sleep. I have exercised until I am blue in the face and it doesn't make me tired. I seem to go through these periods, where no matter what I do, I just.can't.get.to.sleep. If I am a bit cranky, I hope you will understand. Any ideas?
I will NOT see my doctor about this yet, because I will NOT get addicted to sleeping pills. (it's in my genes.) What to do, what to do.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

A Very Funny Talent Show Entry

The students at Gordon College in Massachusetts had a talent show and to me, this is the ultimate winner.
A real life re-enactment of the SuperMario Nintendo Game. Very creative.
You can see it here

At Fifteen

I am going to kick your....well, maybe not.
I am reminded of the song "At 17" by Janis Ian. Except that I wasn't 17, and not a lesbian. Although with a little practice...

The Four Horsemen

Plagurism Alert. I stole this picture from an online forum. I couldn't help it. Being a Cardinals fan from inutero, these guys were the best.

Awesome! Think you would want to charge the mound after Gibby sends one at your head? He'd pull a Nolan Ryan/Robin Ventura on you.

BIRD FLU HITS AMERICA!!!!

And the carnage is unbelievable. This scene was apparently taken in front of my ex inlaws house. Warning, gruesome photo ahead....












Thanks, KK.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

So Long Old Friend


It has been brought to my attention that an old friend will be saying so long. Power 97 in Sedalia was what a "true" classic rock station should be. Their slogan was "Sure, we play the same 300 songs that every other station plays, but we also play 1700 more" or something like that. With an incredible signal, I was actually able to listen to these guys while driving from St. Louis to Jefferson City every morning. They would play things like "South City Midnight Lady" by the Doobie Brothers and other GREAT songs that "classic rock" stations won't play (thanks again, Lee). "Rosewood Bitters" by Micheal Stanley was another fave that no other station would even touch. It was run by Bill Barrick and mornings were done by my bud Ken Dillon. It seems like yesterday when we all sat down at a BBQ joint in Sedalia and talked about the future of the station and radio in general with my job for Learfield. I'm gone and now so are they. KPOW has been sold and basically, from what I hear, it's time to turn out the lights. Bill quit and Ken has been banished to the AM. Sometimes, this business really sucks. Why is it that we keep coming back for more beatings? Why do us radio guys like getting hit in the head with a sledgehammer time and time again? Why do we enjoy standing at the altar waiting for the most beautiful woman in the world to break our hearts again? And again? Those are very good questions, but I have no answers because, you see, I am in denial. Is it too late to get a degree in psychology?
R.I.P. Power 97 You guys did your job well.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Roy Clark

A number of shows are now coming to our local casino in St. Louis. They seem to be doing well, too. Blue Oyster Cult and .38 Special have both sold out two shows. The guy that I really want to see is Roy Clark. This maybe the most underrated guitar player on the planet. Roy was a regular in our house growing up because he was on "Hee Haw' all the time. If he plays "Malaguena" I will smile. If he plays "Yesterday, When I Was Young," I will shed a tear. Great musicians and songwriters have that effect on me.

Friday, April 28, 2006

The Arch Does Very Well...

Congrats to my fellow homies at The Arch. Number one 18-34 and number one 25-54. Those are some sellable numbers. Those kind of numbers haven't been seen since the hey day of KSHE's reign. It couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of people. I always said that there was a need for a station with variety and everytime I go into the studio, I seem to be playing something new. Keeping it fresh and familiar is the key. Nice job, folks.

Lee Abrams

This is Lee Abrams. This is Lee Abrams' blog. He has very interesting things to say about terrestrial radio versus satellite radio. Most of them I agree with. Here's the point. Lee used to be connected with a group out of Atlanta called Burkhart/Abrams. They were radio consultants that had their heyday in the late 70's through the early 80's. These were the guys that went to your favorite FM rocker and told us to cut the playlists by more than half. They told us to play the same songs every four hours and they are the same guys who basically ruined many FM stations. B/A turned most of those stations into the same, boring mush that now constitutes "classic rock" radio. My big question to him was .."how can you tell me what's popular in Kansas City or Denver or St. Louis from your office in Atlanta?" "We have the research" they said. I never saw much of it, but as a music director and a program director back in the day, I had this strange vibe that I was contributing to the "dumbing down" of the audience. I didn't ever know why. Only because he said so and the GM paid big money for Lee to say so. Now, Lee has the gall and gumption to stand on his mighty XM throne and throw darts at something HE CREATED! He talks on his blog about being "out there in San Diego" with people just leaving a concert or being the voice when emergencies arise. Lee, how can you do that when your "Deep Tracks" satellite channel has live jocks on it only 8 hours out of the day? The rest is voice tracked. 16 out of the 24 available hours are voice tracked. On a satellite channel. I am not sure how you will pull that off, Lee, but I a have faith in you that you will find a way. Or you won't and say you did. That's more like you. So, when you listen to your favorite classic rock station and they play "Let's Go" by The Cars one more time instead of "Moving In Stereo", thanks go to Lee and his cronies who spent years telling us how to do it his way, to now finally say his way was wrong. Hypocrite.

Goodbye, Keith

This was Keith Jackson in 1983. He was probably at the top of his game then. I remember Keith from his days on Wide World of Sports. That was a show I always thought was very good and he was marvelous. He retired yesterday saying something about becoming the shopsteward from the international union of porch sitters or something like that. I think he may have listened to his performance calling the Rose Bowl when he made his decision. When Keith was on, he was brilliant, his words came flowing out of his mouth with a poetry no one could duplicate. When he got older, however, he became unintelligable. I look back on those mostly lazy, chilly Saturday afternoons (usually recovering from a late Friday night) when football was only on once a week on ABC. Keith was the man. At 77, he deserves to be able to do what he wants to do. Good for him. Another voice from my past is gone.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

An Update


After not having my phone ring for awhile, it looks like some things are happening. It is very interesting what is out there. I am a very superstitious guy and I believe that publishing what is up or talking about it only jinxes it (yeah, did you also know that a watched phone never rings?).
There are about three possibities coming. I know which one I want. I wonder if that is where I will end up.
I will inform as soon as I know.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

A Bit Of A Scam

Back in the day, when I worked at KSHE or The Rock!, I was always trying to find new ways to entertain. I figured, what the heck, if you can get the audience to talk about you, that was good. When we used to go to The Granary, or Pop's or Stages or wherever, there were times I would get together to perpetrate a scam on the crowd. When we used to go to these places, the band would play for 45 minutes or so, then I would get up and give away stuff while the band was on break. You see, before the show, I would go over and chat with the band and see if they would like to have some fun.. Usually, they were cool about it. What we would do was at a certain point during the show, the band would call me up because the guitar player would have a "problem." I would then take a guitar, plug in the cord to nothing and take over the guitar player's place during a song. I have no idea how to play and the audience would not know that the guitar player was standing behind his amp or somewhere where the crowd couldn't see him. It sure looked and sounded like I played. One time, a guy asked how I invented such "weird" chords. One guy just laughed as I walked by and there were times when I would get VERY strange looks from other guiitar players. It was just me being weird. Here I am playing to "Even Flow" in the late '90s. The guy behind me is the band's manager. I wonder what chord that is I'm playing.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Over A Barrel

"It's A Fine Mess You've Gotten US Into Ollie"


By Howard Fineman
Newsweek

In 1979, young Islamic radicals (Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad may have been one of them) imprisoned 52 Americans in Teheran for 444 humiliating days. Today, the whole world is hostage—not only to Iran’s fanaticism but, ironically, to America’s diminished power, and the president’s diminished standing, in the aftermath of the invasion and occupation of Iraq.

A nuclear-weaponized Iran is every sane person’s worst nightmare. And yet talking to politicians, diplomats and military types here, you get the sense that President Bush is trapped in every direction. A “war president” can’t launch a strike if the country isn’t behind him, if the likely costs in blood and treasure are obviously too high, and if voters are dubious about the benefits—in terms of their own safety—of the battles he’s already chosen to fight.

For as long as I’ve known him, Bush has liked to muse aloud about his theory of “political capital.” His dad’s mistake, he told me more than once, was to have not spent the vast political capital he accumulated in 1991 as the “liberator of Kuwait”—a failure that led, in his son’s mind, to Bill Clinton’s victory in 1992.

After the attacks on 9/11, after the successful (and globally popular) obliteration of the Taliban in Afghanistan, and after the midterm congressional elections of 2002, President Bush was sitting in the White House with a colossal pile of military, diplomatic and political capital in front of him. And then he pushed the entire pile to the middle of the poker table and bet it all on his predetermined decision to invade Iraq. I said at the time and still believe that it was one of the most momentous decisions any president had ever made.

Now, and largely as a consequence, Bush finds himself bereft of political capital at precisely the moment when he (and the rest of the world) needs it most. To use his father’s terms (from his 1989 inaugural address), we have neither the will nor the wallet to take care of business in and with the bullies in Iran.

Here’s how the president is boxed in:

POLITICALLY
In terms of public opinion, Bush is at the low point of his presidency, not just in terms of job-approval ratings but—more dangerously—in terms of the kind of personal qualities for which people used to give him credit and leeway. Forget what the Democrats think—they don’t matter until, well, they do. And forget the vast majority of hard-core Republicans, who will stick with this president almost no matter what, and certainly as they scare themselves silly with visions of what a Hillary Rodham Clinton presidency would look like.

What matters is that independent, swing voters—and some moderate Republicans belong in that category—have become deeply skeptical of the president’s credibility, competence and motives. They’re the ones who’ve pushed his ratings down to the regions previously occupied by Carter, Nixon and LBJ.

MILITARILY
Unlike Iraq, a country cobbled together by the Great Powers in the early 20th century, Iran is the major leagues, in history, unity and population if not, as of this minute, in homegrown nuclear technology. Saddam Hussein was a bellicose character, but Iran has four times the population and several thousand more years of unified national identity. Iran also has big-league ballistic missiles capable of reaching, and ruining, lots of places in the Middle East region, including Israel, Turkey and Saudi Arabia. Iran also has millions of Shia allies in Iraq who would regard (and be asked to regard) an attack on Iran as an attack on Shia Islam. One retired general I checked in with (who asked to remain unidentified because he sometimes is called on for counsel by the administration) says that American troops in Iraq—who’ve been working in many ways with the Shiite majority there—would risk coming under attack by them, especially if there was any effort to redeploy them.

DIPLOMATICALLY
I’m told by someone who used to work for him that Mohamed ElBaradei, the head of the International Atomic Energy Agency, is as convinced of the seriousness of the case against Iran as he was dubious about the one against Iraq. The same European powers who were so reluctant to join with the American effort in Iraq are at least talking a tougher game on Iran. The genuine concern at the United Nations, paradoxically, will require that the U.S. work more closely with the international body. As he assembled the “Coalition of the Willing,” Bush essentially dismissed the U.N. as weak and accommodationist. But now the U.N. looks like a useful, if not indispensable, tool. And once you acknowledge the primacy of the U.N., you’ve got to stick with it, which gives something akin to veto power to the Russians and the Chinese.

ECONOMICALLY
Spot oil prices are at $69 a barrel—almost double what they were in the two years before we went to Iraq. Leave aside for a moment the possibility that the Iranians would fire missiles at the Saudi oil fields, the worldwide petroleum choke point. Leave aside the likelihood of stepped up sabotage in Iraq. Opening another battlefield in the region would surely send prices skyrocketing. If the GOP gets hammered in this fall’s congressional elections—and it looks increasingly like they will—gasoline prices could well be one reason.

Rooting out Iranian Islamofascists who bankroll and threaten the world with terror attacks: important. Being able to gas up your family’s fleet of cars: priceless.

Post Number 274


"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American...There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."

Theodore Roosevelt 1907

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