Flashback: “Ride My See-Saw” by The Moody Blues

A minor hit for this British band in 1968, but one of those songs made famous decades later by Art Bell’s radio show.

Cherry Picking

While we wait and sort out the drama that is the impeachment proceedings in our country, a sports broadcasting legend was unceremoniously booted for showing pride in his country.

You could say that Don Cherry is to the hockey broadcasts in Canada what John Madden was to American pro football. He could relate to his fans, and the fans in turn could relate to him.

While we get a steady diet of college and pro football every weekend this time of the year, Canada similarly loves its hockey. Cherry would commentate on the games between periods and give his opinions which sometimes weren’t hockey related.

As we celebrate Veterans Day, Canada has a similar day called Remembrance Day – usually noted with a small flower worn in the coat pocket called a poppy. When Cherry noted that he didn’t see a lot of poppies and a lack of national pride, he said so on the air.

It only took the Canadians a couple of days to make Cherry, who had been on TV 38 years, an ex-hockey commentator. Some fans considered his remarks xenophobic – with Canada a more liberal country in its embrace of cultural diversity.

Me, I say life’s too short to worry about what other people say. Sooner or later, you find someone who’ll complain about it anyways.

He Who Shall Not Be Named

Very few things in life piss me off. But there are exceptions – one of which is playing out on the cell phones and computers around the world, thanks to Facebook.

(I post this not knowing what WordPress’s policy is about mentioning a certain name, but I can live with whatever the outcome is.)

If you watch the media everyday, the name of the CIA whistleblower that started this latest impeachment escapade with the President is kept from your knowledge. If you’re on social media and are following the impeachment proceedings, you know that there is a strong chance that person is a man named Eric Ciaramella, and that’s been known a few weeks now.

Everyone on the Democrat side of the aisle has warned everyone else not to out the whistleblower even though transcripts released earlier this week failed to redact that very name. The Constitution tells you that you have the right to face those accusing you of something – it says nothing or has not been amended to protect whistleblowers.

In their infinite wisdom, Facebook is now censoring posts with the name of Eric Ciaramella in them. I had one such post removed from my Facebook page but wasn’t warned not to do it again.

This is what the Nazis and the communists did – and I think regardless of how you feel about our President, at least stand up for our rights when they face a threat like this.

To those in America approving of such censorship – if history is any indication, you won’t get away with this.

Flashback: “Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding” by Elton John

Another one of those songs in the modern day realm of consciousness thanks to President Trump’s rallies.

It’s the first song on Elton’s album, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” from 1973.

The Reluctant Bombshell

Word broke yesterday that a piece of video had surfaced where ABC News personality Amy Robach has a conversation on a “hot mic” while not on the air. In that conversation, she mentioned working on a news piece chronicling the late Jeffrey Epstein, the alleged pedophile with reported ties to the political and Hollywood elite.

I’ve personally heard rumor and innuendo going back to 2016 about Epstein from friends and relatives. Like many out there, Robach doesn’t believe Epstein committed suicide – but was murdered.

It is not a surprise if the media outlet was covering up for those higher up the food chain. That seems to happen with great regularity one way or another. I just wonder how long they can continue to get away with this and how deep such rabbit holes go. Sooner or later, everyone gets caught – it’s just a matter of when time or the law catches up with you.

Hostage Crisis

I was eight years old 40 years ago today – the day the Iranian hostage crisis began. It started on a Saturday, if I remember it right. No one envisioned the crisis lasting so long when it began, that I’m pretty sure of.

There was an effort to get the hostages out, but the efforts were too few. One ended in disaster, killing eight members of our military the following year. In the fall of 1980, Ronald Reagan made a late surge in that year’s elections to upend Jimmy Carter after his first term.

A wave of patriotism swept the country when Reagan became the new President, and quickly announced a deal to free the hostages. Yellow ribbons were everywhere, a symbol of their return – including that year’s Super Bowl between the Raiders and Eagles.

My father, who was a meat cutter at Publix, had what we’d call today some side hustles. He’d take some pieces of wood and make clocks out of them – that was a thing back then for some reason. We found out that the family or relative of one of the hostages lived in the Tampa Bay Area, so he and my mom tried to get a patriotic oak wood clock to them, but had no success contacting them.

It was an ordeal no one likes to remember, for sure. If something like that happened in present times, I couldn’t envision it lasting 400-plus days. We’d get our people the hell out of there.