Has the Republican Party finally jumped the shark? Now we have GOP candidate John McCain’s “soul mate," a NRA-loving, weaponized Hocky Mom, faux “reformer” (she voted for the Bridge to Nowhere before she voted against it and when the money came through anyway, she kept it – so much for standing up to the corrupt earmarked culture of DC and Alaska’s Sen. Stevens, the biggest pork-barrel earmark delivery guy in history), staunch anti-abortion proponent supposedly picked to appease the Moral Majority Family Values “base,” all set for the Karl Rove polish-up into the poster-woman for the Culture Wars and . . . Ooooo Noooo . . . . up pops her 17 year-old pregnant out-of-wedlock daughter. (“Uh, Mummy, Daddy, you know how we’ve been reading that the Bush-supported, Conservative-pushed Family Values Abstinence Only sex-ed programs don’t work as well as the science/medico/informational-type of programs? Uh . . .”)
Enough already. Here’s Mother Calhoun’s modest proposal for the GOP and all politicians: Get off the Culture Wars. There’s nothing stupider than some senator braying about Family Values to charge up his Moral Majority Base while working hard to make sure gay people can’t get married, who then gets busted tap-tapping in a public bathroom like a love-sick woodpecker. (I’m a happily married man. I am not gay. I’m a Senator!!)
Enough. Zip it. This country has sooooo many serious problems facing it and sooooo little time to set things right. Making sure gay people can’t get married or kids get official, state-led prayers in their classrooms, or women can’t make decisions about their own bodies or the government needs to be parked in people’s bedrooms shouldn’t even be on the radar.
Movies, Imagery and Time
If you get a chance, get to the Palm Theatre to see the documentary, “Man on Wire.” It’s an amazing film about a French wire-walker and his years-long dream to pull off a stealth wire walk between the Twin Towers some 28 years ago. The story of how this came about, told by many of the now much older (and wiser?) principals, is part thriller (close calls, sheer dumb luck), part fairy story, part mystery of the heart.
But the most interesting thing in the film for me is the amazing ability of the language of film to create an extraordinarily powerful synergy through the constant mixing of images and memory. Throughout the film, what happened to those towers is never mentioned. Never. But their fate haunts the heart in almost every scene. Especially eerie is a photograph taken at the time that shows edges of the two towers, in the middle the wire and on it the walker, as elegant as a dancer, and at the top of the picture, a large airliner zooming by. Absolutely chilling in its foreshadowing. And it’s an especially eerie image for anyone who later saw another famous photo of The Falling Man, one of the victims plummeting down from the towers during 9/11 horror, as small and elegant a figure as the wire walker floating in the sky years before, but one with a far different fate.
Don’t miss it.
George Bush, the governors and mayors of several southern states in the path of the latest hurricaine, the citizens, and Homeland Security finally learned something and so got it right this time. Heck of a job, Non-Brownie. Heck of a job!