No News Is Still News

Even the most profound writer's mind turns to mush from time to time. Writer's block. Unless of course you are of the Tom Clancy ilk and have the ability to burn up the keyboard with a book a week. My hunt and peck, two finger technique, are no match for the 107 w.p.m. club. Besides, inspiration is another necessity. Nothing new is going on in the world. All is redundantly repetitive

The devil hasn't paid me a visit offering to exchange the winning Power Ball combination for the deed to my soul. That is about as unlikely as the Harshbishop of the St. Louis Archdiocese calling the little Polish parish and confessing that it was all a joke and he didn't rally want their megabucks parcel of dirt anyway. St. Stan's is at the end of its Rosary and just might be on the verge of canceling its subscription to the St. Louis Review. Fighting Canon Law is far more difficult than one can imagine. In the mean time, his Bishopship continues to court the media with his Irish brogue and a semblance of the good ole compassionate Fr. O'Malley routine. I expect anytime to hear his PR stooge break into a rendition of one of Bing Crosby's greatest hits.

I applaud the Bush Administration's latest feat in streamlining the Class Action Lawsuit fiasco. Maybe this will add some legitimacy to the legal system. Nevertheless, George, I am far from ready to turn in my " Kiss My Democratic Ass" button despite your valiant efforts.

Speaking of Mr. Pres, we find that he is of the same human flesh and blood as some of our previous leaders. He admits to a bout or two with weed, but could not admit to it for fear of being an inferior role model. Admirable. Clinton didn't inhale nor did he believe that a tryst with a woman who inhaled was tantamount to adultery. Did Carter's lust in the heart ever result in a bypass?

Criminal trials of the rich and famous. Legal soap operas at their very worse. They go on and on far outlasting the little Energizer Bunny. Celebrity money and notoriety buy time. Peterson went on forever. Blake is just now going to the jury. Jackson's trial will last for three more CD's and two world tours before a verdict is rendered. But we got those scumbag guards at Abu Gharib prison via swift, sweet and sure military justice. No drama there.

Is anyone in Tinsel Town actually married or do they just loan out each other to each other for a predetermined period of a day, week or month?

The FCC still intrudes in our lives to save us from ourselves. They even scared the human excrement out of the PBS who feared a recent showing of a documentary depicting what a day in the life of a soldier in Iraq was like. No fear of possibly showing death and destruction, but fear that a cuss word might not be bleeped and a huge fine would result. How insane. A newsworthy program for all practical purposes censored because of content. I can remember when the military of my generation, myself included, cried foul because we couldn't legally drink or vote, but we could kill or be killed in a war. Now you just have to protest your right to address a most distressing predicament with an expletive.

Bill Cosby won't be charged with sexually abusing a female, but Koko the gorilla might be a co-defendant in a sexual harassment lawsuit? I can trust Bill Cosby, but the gorilla? And yet another female teacher accused of allegedly giving her A++ to a prize student.

Imagine an All-Star team of baseball players on steroids.

A pessimist offered, 'Things could not get any worse". The optimist offered, "Oh yes it can".