Sunday, October 12th, 2008
If this a depression, let’s take a trip to a rooming house porch, 1938.
Indians pitcher Bob Feller recently spoke to Terry Pluto, the Cleveland Plain Dealer sportswriter (and religion writer) about the time, in 1938, when the future Hall of Famer lived modestly, in a rooming house.
The other day a sign was taped to a front door in Riverdale: “No talking politics inside.” Inside was a Sholom Zachor for a new baby boy, dozens of friends were expected, and the family couldn’t trust their guests, a cross-section of Orthodox Riverdale, to be civil.
Why should they trust their guests, when it is a sign of sophistication to be as nasty as possible about Republicans?
Monday, October 20th, 2008
The time has long ago come and gone for John McCain to have brought up Barack Obama’s connections to Jeremiah Wright, William Ayers, Rashid Khalidi, Edward Said and the radical Palestinians at the Chicago-based Electronic Intifada, associations that Obama threw overboard as his campaign evolved. McCain missed that opportunity in the late spring and summer, before the final furlongs when the public demands a summation, a closing and substantive discussion of the most important issues facing the nation.
Friday, October 24th, 2008
1: Joe The Plumber
Almost all references by leftists (and the ADL) to illegal immigrants simply refer to them as immigrants, their illegal status conveniently ignored. To be against illegal immigration is to branded as anti-immigrant, not anti-illegal immigrant.
The other day, Sen. Barack Obama’s Jewish outreach director, Dan Shapiro, said the Obama campaign will emphasize to Jewish voters that the Democratic Party’s values are “in sync” with “historic Jewish values,” while “John McCain’s values are not.”
“Hair,” this summer’s “Shakespeare Festival” productionat Central Park’s Delacorte Theater, closed just last week but there’s talk of it going back to Broadway. Better yet, it should stay in Central Park, rather than be indoors. Outside, “Hair’s” mood matched the open sky, like stumbling upon a cluster of old friends from 1968 under the moon in a clearing amidst the trees.
In the end, of course, “Hair” is a Broadway musical, a superficial story with superb songs that just happen to be about drugs, dropouts and draft dodging. Some teenagers, from a yeshiva, told an old man (me) that seeing “Hair” made them wish that they were “activists,” too, like the kids in “Hair,” which is as connected to real life as wanting to be a nanny after seeing “Mary Poppins,” or a horse after “Equus.”
I’ve been subscribing to a news alert for the word “Holocaust” (amazing how much news there is about something that ended 63 years ago) and a variation of one headline keeps coming up: “Jewish temple in New Bern receives rare Torah scroll restored after Holocaust.” (That from South Florida’s Sun Journal, July 18, 2008).