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Maybe it’s the mounting toll of death and the waste of treasury, but lately I’ve been thinking about the seemingly intractable situation in the Middle East, its causes, and if there’s any hope for a resolution. The cost in capital is enormous and the human cost immeasurable. It’s tragic, but we’ll never know if a child killed by a suicide bomber or a B-1 Bomber would have grown to cure cancer or evolve fusion beyond the experimental.

The tax dollars of you, me and our grandchildren is at $357,000,000,000 and climbing. Many US corporations and their investors benefit from this spending, but just think of how that capital could have been invested instead of being literally vaporized… One estimate suggests we could have provided over 17 million students four-year scholarships at public universities. How about alternative energy? It’s estimated only around $25B a year is invested worldwide in renewable energy capacity and research. What technological miracle might we have produced for $357B? It’s beyond me to speculate, but it sure would buy a lot of solar panels and at $1.5B to $2B a pop, it would build about 200 new nuclear power plants.

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re in Iraq to fight terrorism? I don’t recall there being any terrorism in Iraq before we got there. Oh, Saddam… that’s right, we needed to remove that ruthless dictator and free the Iraqi people so they could enjoy democracy and Wal-Mart. Didn’t we support Saddam and Iraq in their war against Iran in the 80’s? Oh, he killed his own people. Um, don’t the Saudi’s do that? How’s their record on civil rights? I’m confused. Oh, the oil thing… Nevermind.

Now I’m not a fan of Rosie O’Donnell by any stretch. I thought she was pretty good in “Harriet the Spy” and “A League of Their Own,” but in general I just find her loud and obnoxious. Aside from her current kindergarten spat with “The Combover,” she’s been ripped recently by the boys on FoxNews for saying, “…radical Christianity is just as threatening as radical Islam in a country like America.” On this point, we agree. As I’ve written before, manipulating red-state Christian fundamentalists with anti-gay and anti-abortion themes helped put Mr. Bush in the White House with a Republican congressional majority and here we are. 2,973 mostly civilians died on 9/11 at the hands of Islamic fundamentalists and over 50,000 Iraqi civilians have died in the war since our arrival, and neither of these losses are justified. In my opinion, flying a plane full of civilians into a building full of same and raining 500lb bombs on a Baghdad neighborhood full of civilians to kill the Hussein brothers have one thing in common: they evoked terror on innocents.

Now the drums are faintly beating again and the winds of war are blowing toward Tehran. Why? Well, Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has been an outspoken critic of Israel, even allegedly claiming that the Holocaust is a myth. Crazy, yeah, but I think he’s crazy like a fox and is playing domestic politics to appease an Islamic fundamentalist population. He also insists Iran has a right to develop nuclear technology, and that has Israel understandably concerned. Which brings us to the Jewish state.

I find it curious that in 2007, there are still many countries with an adherence to a specific religion, mostly Islam and Buddhism. It may come as a surprise to many that Israel is primarily a secular nation, and by law every citizen has full and equal civil rights, regardless of their religion. In practice however, some in the large Israeli Arab/Muslim community may dispute that. But that’s no different than the racial profiling that has gone on here since 9/11; the primary responsibility of government is the safety of its citizens and Israel is the best there is at it in spite of constant threat.

Isn’t it time to get the parties back to the table and find a solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict? Before I began researching this, I thought that turning Jerusalem into neutral land, like that of the UN in Manhattan that is “international territory” might be viable. The UN website describes their NY site thusly, “The land does not belong to just one country, but to all countries that have joined the Organization.” In fact, such a proposed solution was passed on November 29, 1947 as United Nations General Assembly Resolution 181. It deemed Jerusalem a “corpus separatum” or international city, to be administered by the UN. I think a better solution would be co-administration by a Palestinian-Israeli governing body with a commitment to “freedom of worship for all.” Unfortunately the resolution was only accepted by the Jews, and was rejected by the Arabs in Palestine. The bloodshed has continued nearly unabated since then.

I’m not optimistic, but wouldn’t three hundred and fifty seven billion have gone a long way toward getting these people in a room to find peace?

Just before leaving for Philly, I stopped into my local Overhead Door dealer to buy a nifty Mini Remote Controller. When Kyle and I pulled into the garage that night, it was a pleasure to leisurely walk out of the garage instead of hitting the door-close button on the wall then dashing out under the closing door, but above the infrared safety beam that would stop the door from closing…

Anyway, Kyle was clutching his new Voldemort wand he’d received for Christmas and had no idea about this new remote…

Me: “Hey, dude. I forgot to close the garage door. See if you can close it with your wand. Let’s see if that thing works.”
Kyle: “Avada Kedavra!”

• Voldemort wand… $29.50
• Mini Remote Controller… $36.75
• Seeing the look on Kyle’s face after he closes the garage with his new wand… Priceless.

As we rolled the winding backstreets of West Chester, PA in my brothers “Shaguar,” he handed me this magazine. It reminded me that today is an anniversary worthy of celebration, or at least a blog post…

At this very moment thirty years ago, I was eighteen and in a room on the 7th floor of the Holiday Inn in Providence, RI applying makeup. Dillard was there. I usually had to help him with his makeup. He could never seem to get the Stanley star right. Mike Boyages and Julio “Down by the Schoolyard” Encanarceo were there. They were rookies, but would give it their best shot as Peter Criss and Ace Frehley.

The anticipation was building. We had 7th row floor seats to see KISS. We stared out the window at the Providence Civic Center below. We’d been there since about noon, watching bowl games and listening to KISS. Suddenly, there was commotion outside our door and then knocking. I peered out the fishbowl peephole and saw some people our age, then I heard, “I swear the band is in this room. I saw them from the street.” They thought we were the band! We let them in and shared some beers and a joint.

[Rose Bowl note: Brent Musburger loves saying “John David Booty.”]

The walk across the street was like a parade with people staring, smiling and slapping us “five.” (I don’t think the “high-five” had been invented yet.) We triumphantly entered the arena like victorious gladiators and made our was to the seats, directly in front of the “God of Thunder” himself, Gene Simmons.

[Rose Bowl note: USC has hot cheerleaders.]

The crowd chanted “WE WANT KISS” in short, loud bursts. The lights went out. The crowd went wild… Yesterday I relived the moment, sans makeup, with my brother as we watched an April ’77 show from Budokan Hall in Tokyo. It’s on my rockin Christmas present from Jeffro. Thanks, pal. The “hottest band in the land” opened by cranking “Detroit Rock City” (natch), as they descended 20’ lit stairs, starting aside the giant KISS logo and curving down around Peter Criss’ ridiculously large drum kit.

[Rose Bowl note: USC coach Pete Carroll is pumped and jacked.]

They did all the hits… Gene blew fire at the end of “Firehouse” and spewed blood to open “God of Thunder.” Classic KISS theater. We were unfortunately subjected to the lameness of “Beth,” but the band redeemed themselves with their final encore, “Black Diamond.” Unfortunately, that’s when things went horribly wrong for my pal Dillard.

About halfway through the song, tons of confetti rained down over the first twenty or so rows on the floor. As I later learned, old Mr. Star Eye got a piece of confetti caught in his throat and began choking on it. Lest I remind you how we spent our day? Yeah, it was dry mouth maximus by this time and when he finally whacked me on the arm for help, his eyes were all watery and the makeup that I had so painstakingly applied was smeared all over his face. He looked like a crazed, evil clown as he gagged, coughed and pointed to his throat. Sadly, he did it all as a messed-up mime as I couldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying above the din of the mountainous stacks of Marshall amps, only 25 feet away. Now I’m all about helping a brother out, but Black fucking Diamond was playing and they were about to set off all kinds of pyrotechnic shit on stage. What was I supposed to do, Heimlich the confetti out?

Well, Dillard survived and wet his whistle with a cold Coke at McDonalds as we watched in horror as Julio ate a disgusting amount of McFood… I mean, like 4 Big Mac’s, 4 fries, apple pies, Cokes… It was the most excessive satiating of the munchies I have ever witnessed.

And that’s the way it was. January 1, 1977.

It’s that time of year when we make largely unfulfilled promises about how we’ll be better in the next 365 days than we were in the year or lifetime past. I’m not big on resolutions, so there’ll be no promises here to spend less, save more, get off the computer or work out. In fact, today is the last day of my gym membership after years of consistent grunting and sweating. It’s not that I’m giving up exercise, I just can get it done for less than $600 per year. Rather than opt for the grandeur of an annual made-to-be-broken resolution, I try to improve myself a little bit every day.

Most of the cliché resolutions like smoking cessation or diet don’t make it to halftime of the Rose Bowl. Steve Levinson, co-author of the book Following Through says, “One in four resolutions bites the dust within a week. About half of them are gone within a month.” Why? It’s just really hard for human beings to change. For more on the difficulty of implementing change for individuals and organizations, check out Strategy and the Fat Smoker by professional services guru, David Maister. It’s at a site called changethis.com that’s filled with creative “manifestos” on a variety of interesting topics.

Yesterday, after a nice run over the rolling hills of the golf course that is the back yard of my brothers home in West Chester, PA, I absorbed “Who Moved My Cheese,” by Spencer Johnson, MD. Certainly not everyone appreciated the tome, but I’ve spent less productive hours, and discovering one page was worth my time…

Think about that question… What would you do if you weren’t afraid?

Would you:
– risk speaking the truth?
– get a new job?
– start that business?
– leave a dead-end relationship and move on?
– talk to her/him?
– say “I love you?”
– write the book?
– step up?

What would you do?

In 2007, I hope you all have the courage to fully embrace the potential of your life.

Yesterday I spent some of my “vacation” tearing up a pile of junk mail and paying bills. Tying up the loose ends of the year, I suppose. Now I’ll shred the “blog ideas” that never became a post of their own…

So… I Skate To Where the Puck Is…
I dislike the silly cliché’s we tend to use in business. They infect workplace culture and end up distorting communications with customers to the point where they have no idea what we’re talking about. Instead of bloviating, “We empower organizations to leverage business tools to maximize blah, blah, blah…,” why can’t we plainly state, “We provide you software that works and smart people to help you use it.” I do agree, “The most effective companies are masters of the mundane,” or as my friend Barb would say, “they’re good at getting the boring stuff right.”

You are known by the bagel that you keep…
Last week I called my favorite bagel shop at 5:30am to order a bagel platter for a holiday brunch at work…

Me: “Hi, this is Leo. I usually come in every morning. I’d like to order a platter for pickup this morning.”
Bagel Lady: “Leo… Hmmm… What do you usually order?”
Me: (without hesitation) “Poppy, untoasted with Scallion and Bacon.”
Bagel Lady: “Oh, hi! Now I recognize your voice.”

A for effort?
Can you be good at something if the results of your efforts are not? Is trying enough?

10 and 2

“We’re soldiers; but we’re American soldiers. We’ve been kickin’ ass for 200 years. We’re 10 and 1.” – Bill Murray as John Winger in Stripes (1981)

It’s over in Iraq. It’s been over for quite some time, but our administration isn’t capable of acknowledging there are limits to American power and they happened to pick a fight where that fact would result in more American deaths than on 9/11. Incoming House Speaker Nancy Pelosi has said, “impeachment is off the table,” but isn’t lying about WMD’s just a wee-willie bit worse than lying about an intern in your pants? That’s how the then Republican House impeached Bill Clinton. There’s a litany of charges against “Dubya and Dick” that are far more serious and harmful to you, me and the planet we share. The decision to go into Iraq has been called the worst foreign policy decision in the history of the republic and the Washington Post has named George Bush the worst president ever… Thank you red states and the 87% of Evangelicals who voted for President Bush in 2004. He panders to your opposition to abortion and stem-cell research, then brings death and destruction to millions. How do you reconcile that?

The Blackness of Oil
The Bush apologists justify the mess in Iraq by saying we rid the world of a ruthless dictator who killed his own people. Ever hear of Darfur? The Bush Administration has talked about Darfur… calling the atrocities carried out by the Sudanese government and its Janjaweed militias genocide. Why not “walk the talk” there? Two reasons: They’re black but they’re not oil.

“Lighten up, Francis.”
Yep, the world we live in can be a very cruel place. The “rest of the story” from Kyle’s concert last week is that some mean-spirited girls were making fun of the boy the day before the show and scratched to unplayable the CD he was to sing along with. In fact, the next morning the replacement CD cut out about 90 seconds into the song and we didn’t think he’d be able to continue. About 10 minutes later, a scrambling school staffer came up with another copy and Kyle sang his heart out. See? I’m not all darkness. Let’s keep the fun going… Here are 15 things you don’t know about your penis (if you have one).

To close out this 300th post, I’ll answer the questions posed by “M” and “Jeff…”

What about blogging has surprised you the most? It is surprisingly difficult to write on a regular basis.

Has blogging helped you? Oh yeah, it’s a great mental exercise. I tend to research topics quite a bit, so learning is a big part of it. It’s also therapeutic as an outlet for thoughts and feelings. In some ways I’m seeking a catharsis and hope this space helps me experience it. As I advise my daughters about overcoming adversity in life, I need to heed it, overcome self-imposed disabilities and learn how to live.

I often use this space in a futile attempt to describe with words what a special young man Mr. Kyle Daley is. Now you can experience it for yourself. Merry Christmas.

300 posts. It’s not 300 big league wins, but I’m sure many a blogger hopeful crashed and burned far short of the mark. My 300th is coming up, and to mark the occasion, I want to post about something you want to read about.

What should I write about for my 300th post?

C’mon, challenge me. This can also answer the question, “Who the hell visits here?” After all, “Blogs enable you to have a relationship with your public, whatever that public is.” – Jeff Jarvis , author, Buzz Machine… Whatever that is.

While you ponder that for 44 seconds, here’s a riveting report about how Bill Clinton tried to kill Santa. Bastard!

Last night I attended a going away gathering for a work acquaintance. While there, I sipped a beer and chatted with a woman I’ve worked with for a few years who’s political views are… Well, Donald Rumsfeld is the man of her dreams. “I just love him,” she said last night. As we were chatting she exclaimed, “Did you hear about the Democratic Senator who might die?” Her implication was that if Sen. Tim Johnson (D – SD) does succumb to bleeding in the brain caused by arteriovenous malformation, that South Dakota Republican Gov. Michael Rounds would certainly name a Republican to replace Senator Johnson. That would create a 50-50 split in the Senate between Donkeys and Elephants with the tiebreaker being a dick… Dick Cheney. Her glee in telling me the news was not really shocking. When we worked in adjacent offices, I’d often say to her, “Goodnight Ann,” a reference to the right-wing bitch from hell, Ann Coulter. My response came in an instant: “Well, if he is severely brain damaged, perhaps he’ll start voting with the Republicans.”

It’s not all about presents, and the internet is proving to be very helpful with all sorts of holiday solutions.

About 40 years ago, I saw Santa Claus Conquers the Martians in a theater. Even as a young’n, I knew it was one of the worst films ever. Enjoy!

Northampton, MA is a very lesbian-friendly place. Last night as Jeff and I dined and walked the streets of the cool little arts haven before a tremendous Pernice Brothers show, we saw plenty of them. Fat lesbians, skinny lesbians, lesbians that climb on rocks. Tough lesbians, sissy lesbians, even lesbians with… Well, you get the point. I joked that we should have had a lesbian band back in the Tar Hut Records days when several of our bands were from the NoHo area. “They also could have been called ‘the Ex-Husbands.’” One of our bands actually was called “the Ex-Husbands,” but they were three guys from… Nevermind.

The line into the Iron Horse for the 10:00 show was about 87 deep, but it moved reasonably quickly and soon we were looking for a seat in a room that was like one big game of musical chairs. We spotted two chairs in the second row of tables dead center in front of the stage. “Hi, is anyone sitting in these two chairs,” I asked. One of two women sitting at the table looked indignantly at me and said, “My feet are on one of those chairs.” I see… “Well, do you mind if we sit in them?” “My feet are comfortable. There are other chairs.” At that point, Jeff said, “Let’s go,” and mumbled something about “evil.” I said, “Hey, thanks” and walked away, but I was really pissed at the rudeness.

About an hour later, as Jeff and I were perched perfectly in the front row of the balcony and sitting on a cushioned futon, I noticed the two women embracing and doing the “goo-goo, ga-ga” thing, and I thought, someday that hater will turn her invective on the girlfriend and it won’t be a pretty sight. I don’t really care about someone’s personal preferences, but damn, how about a little simple courtesy? Maybe she was angry about lesbian jokes…