Great Line!

One of the best lines I've seen recently was this newspaper line saying Brett Farve is returning to the NFL: "The Ego Has Landed." Favre has this habit of saying he's coming back, then not. Back and forth. It's a little ridiculous. Anyway, Favre will apparently suit up soon with the Minnesota Vikings. The Ego line is a take-off of that bigger line, in my opinion, of the words of a U.S. astronaut saying "The Eagle Has Landed"on the moon.

What's Left To Say?

Please say it isn't so. But, sadly, it is. "King" Willie Herenton is on the prowl again and he's testing what little understanding to hit the sidelines. Game over. But here he goes again, changing his mind, doing things that leave us to say, collectively, we're all nuts. I have come to the point to say he's definitely nuts. I think most people have come to this conclusion. He's pulled a petition to run for his old job, Mayor of the City of Memphis. He resigned that position recently and there was fanfare all all of that stuff about his 18 years in office. There were some good things in those 18 years, but, overwhelming, it was a downhill slide. I have said it before and I'll say it again: Historians will be a harsh judge of His Majesty. Extremely harsh. And let me say it with force: Memphians will spend years recovering from his tenure. The position he has put on the city is spending $1 million dollars for a special election, to find, of all things, a successor to Herenton......and he might end up holding the position once again. What's left to say? He's driven all of us nuts.

Let's Do Some Snitching Ourselves

Oh, no. Say it isn't so.
Liberals apparently are telling their clones out in the Hinterlands to e-mail them and tattle on those who are trying to "undermine" proposals that are coming out of the White House at the speed of light. I am stunned that liberals would do this, but it's a sure sign -- isn't it? -- that the American people, large numbers of them, are not buying that toothy grin of our President. Oh, there are plenty of liberals who believe that Obama is the Chosen One, but if this is true about the Snitch Detail then you might want to review your blind support. I suggest you snitch on those you find out are snitching. It's the least we can do and maybe our wonderful liberal media will have enough -- uh, you know what part of our anatomy I'm talking about -- to expose what the White House is doing.

What Did It Cost Us? I Want To Know

There comes a time when one has to stand back from the crowd and do the right thing. This is one of those times. Two American journalists stupidly were captured by the North Koreans. Naturally, the trumped-up charge against them was they were spying for the United States. I doubt it was true but it created an international furor. After months of negotiating for their release, in came the posse -- former President Bill Clinton and a lot of Democrats who now have sprained hands from patting themselves on the back. Enough already. I want to know what we had to give to this sordid, worthless country? I'm serious. I still hold to what this country's policy on terrorists was you don't deal with terrorists.

Mr. Mom Is Doing Fine

"How you doin', Mr. Mom?"
It's the overwhelming question I am asked since experiencing the loss of my radio show.
The other one that's close is "we sure miss you on the radio," or, "how can we get you back, you left such a hole?......."
Well, first things first.
I've settled into a routine and let me tell you something -- I have a new appreciation for the traditional role of women.
My daily routine, with some exceptions, includes doing the wash, in both the kitchen and utility room. How many clothes can one woman wear? Well, that's going to get me into trouble because my wife works a full-time job and I'm a stay-at-home Mom. Oh, well, next comes dinner. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about breakfast or lunch, that is unless
my wife is home. I've now been looking for some kind of lotion because washing and cooking can leave you with dry hands.
The toughest thing about preparing dinner is the choices. My wife set me up a long time agi, at least a year or so, when she came home looking for a glass of wine and a soft chair. "What a day!" she said. I whispered about her "tough" day. "Yeah," I said to myself, "tell me about it...."
Well, I've been proud of myself and I'm beginning to branch out in the selection of the meals. Look, spaghetti or chili tends to draw looks again of "oh, no, not again," all the while not hurting my feelings with those silent looks.
I finally made the connection and I blurted out, "Okay, I know what you're thinking. I do. You want more variation, don't you? Go ahead, say it.:
My wife finally rescued me -- and our daughter -- that it was only fair to come up with other selections. They've been very helpful, but I have to admit anything I cook doesn't have the experience that Margaret has (hint, hint because I know she will get around to reading this when I'm not looking.
I'm also big in grocery shopping.
Now this is a real challenge, even though Margaret leaves a detailed note, one I couldn't read if my life depended on it. She doesn't know it until now, but I've met some of the nicest people at Kroger. They seem to know the code of lists put in the hands of hubby.
This confession is sometimes good because I can make choices and the wife just smiles. See, those lists confirming what you purchase doesn't allow for cheating. What the heck, I slip in a doughnut here or there. I also spend a lot of time not shopping at Kroger. People who by now know me ask about sports and the Obama administration, the University of Memphis basketball team. I've started to worry that I might get some of the Kroger staff in trouble, that's why I've asked them to move along with me under the cover of me now knowing that the heck I'm looking for.
I have come to the conclusion that shopping for food is punishment for any number of things. What have I done wrong? That's especially tough because I don't keep count; women, believe me, do.
So, I guess that about covers it for now. I've learned an awful lot since changing my life. I've really gotten into this thing. My wife is complimenting me a lot; that's helps. If you see me wobbling around Kroger or Wal-Mart, say hello.
I'm Mr. Mom and proud of it.

Herenton: Can We Live Without Him?

I was sitting in the Hall of Mayors recently when "King" Willie Herenton was saying good-bye.
It was, as usual, all about him. Some things we can credit with this odd, hard-to-read, self-serving public figure that is tryly the most controversial fellows we ever seen. Or will see.
He's bombastic, he's sold on his self, and one of his comments was how Memphis has benefitted from his almost 18 years of service.
Is that true?
I don't think so.
As a matter of fact, I don't think he has tackled any of the major problems from taking office to the present. Unfair? Again, I don't think so. He's personally responsible for driving a lot of people -- and businesses -- out of Memphis and they almost certainly will not return, even with a more moderate, less bombastic leader.
We can go on and on and we need to say he's the first black superintendent of Memphis City Schools and the first black Mayor of the City of Memphis. But here's where you -- and historians -- come into play. There will be mixed reports of good and bad. My report card will be heavier on the negative side. What could have been isn't. And never will be.
I can't help but believe that Herenton will primarily be judged in the matter of this racially-torn city during his tenure. You cannot deny Herenton's report card will be mixed at best in this area because he pulled on race to get him where he's ended up, at least until his congressional race against Steve Cohen is over. Even here, Herenton has used the red-hot race issue. It will be come again because it's the core of his support.
Other factors in the endless analysis of "King" Willie Herenton will go on and on and on. The "Toy Towns" issue, one of 10 areas Memphis annexed in Herenton's tenure. It prevented he ennexed area from incorporating and leaving Memphis; the battle for control of the political landscape in Memphis and the fact that Herenton single-handidly beat the Ford Machine. As we've said, there is plenty to digest.
The burning question that Herenton embraced was he was ordained by God to serve Memphis. Do you believe that? I don't.
Now let the analysis begin.

Say It Ain't So (But It Is)

I wonder how many U.S. Senators and House Representatives have read any or all parts of the government-controlled health offerings in Washington?
One, two, none. I'm betting on none.
And they want us to trust them?