Wednesday, February 15, 2006

BUSINESS AS USUAL
"What he did was not an irrational thing,"- Mary Matalin, V.P. Cheney's former communications adviser, on his waiting over twenty-four hours to issue a statement following Saturday's hunting accident


Of course it wasn't irrational, if you consider Cheney this administration's designated liar and that he initially viewed Saturday's accident as just another 'collateral damage' incident. We're all too familiar with the drill. Say nothing. Hope the locals keep quiet. If pressed, offer up a line, like, "accidents happen" or "this is one of those unfortunate, yet unavoidable, consequences of war." Even worse than the old joke about lawyers, they don't even have to open their mouths for you to know that they're lying to you. Poor Whittington.

And while we're on the subject of hunting and liars, how's the hunt for that Bin Laden guy going?

photo©Edward Keating:2002 Forestburgh, N.Y

2 Comments:

Blogger Fried Lemon Pie said...

Luv your point of view, in your prose and your photography.

12:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Ed. Nice pic on the courage front and bad as Bush is I'm afraid we may wait till hell freezes over for a Democrat with balls to step forward. Obama might do it...he shows all the signs of cojones. But I'm not holding my breath.

Meantime....


I have a mildly interesting "human interest" story involving courage and wanted to run it by you.

There's a guy in my building I've known for many years. Hails from Iran but was raised in Europe. Completely Americanized, not a trace of an accent. For years he made his living as a Tennis Pro catering to people like Matt and other atheletically challenged executives who needed to smooth out the rough edges of their game. Youthful looking despite his 50 years.
Over the past five years he's gradually lost use of his lower extremities because of a degenerative arthritic condition. The transition from motor driven bicycle to scooter occured seamlessly. I wasn't aware of it until one day I asked him "Pascal, don't you ever walk?" He smiled and said "I can't."
He now treks around as a parapalegic but NOT in a wheel chair. He prefers to get around town on a scooter (he sits at more or less eye level and goes faster) and this gets him into all kinds of pickles with the MTA, stores, Starbucks, and other places that forbid barefeet, bathing suits, skateboards, dogs, and scooters. He's sneered at "for taking liberties".....in the same way a person who carries in their pet chiwaha is sneered at.
MTA buses won't pick him up. Taxis won't pick him up. Because he's on a scooter.
I doubt seriously he'd be let into the Time Warner building at Columbus Circle without a lengthy cross examination.
Doubt they'd let him into the White House on a scooter.

It's not a terribly sad story because he does get around and he makes his living tutoring french now. He zips up and down Broadway on his motorized scooter like a teenager. But it is a great story about how presuppositions get the better of most of us.
I told him to write a story to the Times Diary about it. Wondered if you had any ideas about how he might reach the appropriate reporters or editors.

Bill Mathews
w1mathews@aol.com
http://potatoships.com

9:16 PM  

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