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An open letter/plea to Adam Sandler. Another young Hollywood star dies too young. And a way-cool new commercial


Dear Adam Sandler,

This is not a fan letter; I’m sure you get thousands of those every year. I’m not really fond of your work as a whole; I thought you had some funny characters on “Saturday Night Live,” love your song “The Lonesome Kicker,” and I enjoyed a few of your movies when you didn’t act like a total jackass, like “The Wedding Singer” and “Punch Drunk Love.”

But for the most part, I have seen almost none of your hit movies, and the “comedies” I have seen have been hideously awful. (I realize I’m a traitor to my generation for saying this, but it’s true.)

You have another smash on your hands now, “Grown Ups 2,” which has the almost unfathomable score of 7% positive on Rottentomatoes.com (That means 93 percent of critics who saw it hated it. Hard to do.)

And yet, despite every critic pooping on it, your new flick made $42 million at the box office this weekend.

So here’s my question Adam, from one Jewish New York Jets fan to another:
You have more money than you can possibly spend. You’re famous all over the world, and I imagine your life is pretty sweet.
You clearly have talent, so wouldn’t you rather make a good movie? I mean, wouldn’t you rather have people respect your work and consider you a craftsman, an artisan, a true actor?

You’ve made plenty of stupid guy movies; you’ve got that demo covered. Don’t you have any sense of pride, anything that deep down in your gut tells you to maybe make a piece of art that’s worth a damn?

Just imagine if you actually did interesting, quasi-serious films that challenged you as a thespian. Wouldn’t that be more fulfilling than churning out dreck like “Grown Ups 2?”

Think about it, man. Do you want a legacy of idiotic humor on your tombstone?

Just one guy’s opinion.

Hugs and kisses,

**My father, who for the past few weeks has been following the George Zimmerman trial minute by minute (I’ve got nothing to say on the verdict, but Charlie Pierce as usual sums up my feelings, and those of millions of others, pretty succinctly right here), sent me a fantastic commercial the other day.

It’s from Evian water, and I couldn’t stop laughing at its creativity or sheer zaniness. It’s apparently been out for a few months but I haven’t seen it on American TV at all; maybe it was only airing in Europe?
I’m a Poland Spring man myself, but this makes me want to switch brands.

**Finally, I was saddened to hear of the death of Cory Monteith, who played Finn on “Glee.” I only watched the show for the first two seasons, but I thought Monteith was a pretty strong young actor, with serious vocal chops.
He also did comedy really well, whether it was in the greatest of all “Glee” scenes, when Kurt and the team do “Single Ladies” during a play, and brought depth to a role that could’ve been very shallow.

I have no idea if Monteith’s past drug problems are the reason for his death; what I thought about while reading Monteith’s obit is just how incredibly fast fame can hit a person. Here was a man who was doing bit parts in TV shows and movies, and all of a sudden gets on a mega-hit show, and his whole life changes overnight.

I’ve heard famous people talk about what an incredible narcotic fame can be, and I wonder if Monteith was one of so many who couldn’t handle the incredible life change that happens when you get famous.


I’ve decided I liked “Glee” finale. The Stanley Cup comes to Chicago. And Snowball, the dancing cockatoo

OK, I think I’m ready to talk about the “Glee” finale.
I needed a day to process. Plus, I know many of you are like me: you DVR the show, and watch it a day later. So now I don’t have to worry about spoiling anything.

The finale made me angry and happy at the same time. It made me angry because there were SO many ludicrous plot points, things that absolutely made you suspend reality even more than usual. Such as, how could Regionals allow a judge (Sue Sylvester) from the same school as one of the teams competing? Why does Olivia Newton-John suddenly turn so mean, when she seemed friendly the last time she guest-starred? And Idina Menzel can’t handle being Rachel’s mom, but she adopts Quinn’s baby?

I know, I know, I shouldn’t nit-pick. But that stuff drives me crazy. You have to give the viewers some points for intelligence. And there was so much overly-schmaltzy stuff with Mr. Schu.

Then I thought about all the good stuff on the finale. The amazing, transcendent six-minute montage when Vocal Adrenaline sang “Bohemian Rhapsody,” interspersed with Quinn giving birth. The fantastic Journey medley, bringing the show back to the beginning. (By the way, how weird is it that Fox is showing the whole season again starting tonight, but not the pilot episode that had “Don’t Stop Believin'” in it?).

The great, heartfelt moments between the club. The great Sue monologues interspersed. And of course, the warm, touching final scene with “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” sung by Puck (quickly becoming my favorite character) and Mr. Schu.

I love this show, even though I think it ran out of steam toward the end. It was a breath of fresh air on TV this year, and if they can cut out 1-2 musical numbers per show, and get back to the great storylines they had before the Olympics, I’ll be one happy Gleek.

**I know that most of you who read my blog, to my great sorrow, aren’t hockey fans. But the Stanley Cup Finals concluded Wednesday night, with the Chicago Blackhawks winning their first Stanley Cup in 49 years.

And as I watched them skate around with the most beautiful trophy in sports, I got goosebumps. Because if sports gives us one thing, it allows us to see grown men at the happiest moment of their careers, with smiles like 6-year-olds at Christmas.

This is the culmination of decades of work, all wrapped up into one glorious hoisting of a trophy. How often do we really get to see a person at their absolute apex of happiness? Not often. Which is why the Cup celebration gets to me, emotionally, every time.

**So being that this video has been seen like 3 million times, I might be the past person to have seen it. But I saw a story about Snowball, the Dancing Cockatoo, on CBS Sunday Morning, last week, and I’m quite literally amazed. Watch how this incredible bird dances to the beat.

“Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” close to death. One very tough puppy. And a little thing that made me feel old

So we moved one step closer to finally getting rid of the disgusting “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy of the U.S. military this week.

The House of Representatives voted to kill it on Thursday, so now it moves to the Senate. An important committee in the Senate, the Senate Armed Services Committee, also voted to let this exclusionary, homophobic, anti-civil rights law die a slow death (And shame on Jim Webb for voting against this).

There will be more fighting next week, from the old-guard Republicans, who despite poll after poll showing that most Americans want anyone to be able to serve, still think it’s a terrible idea.

Gay-hating senators like John McCain are vowing to filibuster this amendment, making oh so much noise and sounding so much like those who railed against women having the right to vote, and African-Americans having the right to vote.

There’s still so much wrong with this country, so much that needs fixing. But finally, within a matter of months, any person brave enough to want to serve in the military, will be able to do so.

And thank God for that, on this Memorial Day weekend.

**So this is fairly incredible. A woman in Rock Hill, S.C. drove for 30 miles, following an ambulance taking her husband to the hospital, with a stray puppy stuck under her front hood.

The poor little guy had been abandoned near the woman’s house, climbed in there somehow, then got stuck on top of the hot transmission.

He turned out to have stomach burns, but he’s OK now. Check out the amazing story here.

**OK, this is just something that might make fellow Generation X’ers like myself feel old.

I was watching “Glee” the other night and the character Rachel Berry was talking to her biological mother, who she’d just met. The mom, Shelby, asked her how she got her name Rachel.

And she said, “My dads were big fans of ‘Friends.” And then it hit me that a high school senior was now old enough to have been born during “Friends,” which started when I was in college.

Wow. It’s the little moments that stop you in your tracks.

Some rude New Yorkers, “Glee” sliding downhill, and a really bad idea mixing the KKK with learning

You ever read a story and not know whether to be more horrified by the action, or the result?

That’s kind of how I felt reading this story in the New York Times Tuesday.  According to a study by the Metropolitan Transit Authority, 51 New Yorkers in 2009 assaulted a bus driver by spitting on them. Fifty-one! That’s once a week, a bus driver, who is simply doing his job and going about his life and trying to earn a paycheck, had to endure the indignity of getting expectorated on.

So that’s pretty shocking, right? Even in New York, there should be manners, right? Well, that’s not even the most shocking part of the story.

After being spat on, the report said, drivers took an average of 64 days off work following the incident; the equivalent of three months of paid leave.

This is unbelievable to me. Of course being spit on is disgusting, rude, and those who do it should be prosecuted. But 64 days off following an incident? That seems like blatant abuse and incredibly irresponsible of the drivers.

Man, first it was the railroad conductors taking advantage of taxpayer money last year, and now the bus drivers. Geez.

**You people know I love “Glee.” Have adored it ever since it first aired and they did that amazing “Don’t Stop Believin'” cover.

But something has happened between the first batch of episodes, and when it returned from its winter hiatus: They’ve forgotten the storytelling. They’ve forgotten a lot of the humor. And they’ve given us way, way, WAY too many musical numbers. Look, I love the musical numbers; Tuesday night the whole KISS thing was great, and I don’t like Lady Gaga but the performances were good.

It feels like the whole episodes have no point except to put on the songs, and Tuesday we didn’t even get Sue Sylvester for a minute.

(By the way, who the heck ever figured Mike O’Malley had such acting chops? That was a phenomenal scene with Finn in the basement.)

I’m still a big fan, and Tuesday’s episode did have some nice moments. I just feel it’s getting closer and closer to ridiculousness and (dare I say it) self-parody.

**Finally, here’s another page from the really, really bad idea book: A teacher in Atlanta, Catherine Ariemma, allowed four students to wear KKK costumes to school to film a school project about racism.

Oh yeah, the county where the school is, Lumpkin, Ga., is 95 percent white.

I’m thinking maybe there was a better way to illustrate that lesson, Mrs. Ariemma. Did they come to school with flaming crosses in their backpacks, too?

As usual, media completely overreacts on election results. And “Glee” and “Modern Family” rule again

Not sure why this set me off today, but it did.

Tuesday night was a reasonably big political primary night in America. We had some close races, and for a liberal like me, things went very well. The awful Blanche Lincoln, who’s as much a Democrat as Rush Limbaugh, has been forced into a runoff and could very well lose in Arkansas. Arlen Specter, ancient and also not really a Democrat, has been beaten by a real Democrat.

Anyway, the other big story was Rand Paul, a Tea Party favorite, winning in Kentucky.

So of course Wednesday I go online and read some reaction and all I see is media overreaction. We love nothing more than a good theme, us reporter types, and if the theme isn’t quite there, well, damn the torpedoes and we push the theme anyway.

So because Rand Paul won, the headlines are about the Tea Party totally changing the 2010 elections, and everything is different now.

And since Specter lost, I read headlines like “Specter defeat signals a wave against incumbents” in the New York Times.

But you know what? Maybe Specter lost because Democrats in Pennsylvania were sick of him and they knew he wasn’t a real Dem. And maybe Rand Paul won because he tapped into some voter anger in Kentucky and was just a better candidate.

I’m not saying that incumbents aren’t in danger, they might be. But it just ticks me off how the media takes what could be 1 or 2 isolated events, and automatically applies them everywhere else.

I think it’s lazy and way too easy to do. And I wish my fellow journalists wouldn’t do it so darn much. Sometimes one race is just one race.

**So the last “Modern Family” of the season aired Wednesday night. And I am sad. What an amazing first season it was. The biggest surprise in TV, to me, in many years, “Modern Family” just hit so many perfect notes, in almost every episode.

The one Wednesday night wasn’t the best of the year (though Cameron singing “Ave Maria” while Mitchell chased the pigeon was pure genius); I think my favorites are still the pilot, and the one with Phil trying to teach Hailey how to work the TV remote control.

It’s rare that TV networks actually keep shows on the air that are smart AND funny, but “Modern Family” is coming back next year, since, happily, so many people appreciate and get its smart humor.

**As for “Glee,” another fabulous episode this week. Ever since Idina Menzel, a Lea Michele (Rachel) lookalike, guest-starred, I wondered what they would do with her. Well, we got our answer. I always knew that Jesse was up to no good.

The music kicked butt again this week; you can’t go wrong with “Piano Man,” songs from Les Miz, and the best of all, Artie the wheelchair kid leading a flash mob at the mall in “The Safety Dance.”

Not enough Sue and not enough Puck this week, but hey, it’s a freaking huge cast.

Finally, can we stop for a minute and appreciate how Neil Patrick Harris’ second career has totally dwarfed his first? Admit it, 10 years ago, we all figured he’d always be “the kid who played Doogie Howser, M.D.”

But look at him now: he’s a bona fide TV star, hosts the Emmys and the Tonys, and is pretty much as popular a guy as you will find.

Of course, some of us will always remember him for this … God, that was a great show. (By the way, someone once told me I reminded them of Vinnie Delpino. Not sure it was a compliment).

Obama and the press, no longer BFF. Two quick TV questions. And Ricky Williams, explained

So one of the huge themes of the 2008 presidential campaign was the media’s love affair with Barack Obama.

Lots of liberals thought the complaining was overblown, that he really did get fair coverage for the most part.

Not me. I think the press totally gave Obama a pass on many things, such as the fact that he had better ideas, was smarter, and had a much better organized campaign. Seriously, why didn’t they rip him for that stuff?

I kid. It’s true Obama was treated pretty gently by the press, in at least a small part because he made himself so available to reporters, and seemed to like chatting with them. Here’s a dirty little secret about reporters: Be nice to us, and we’ll give you flattering coverage. It’s really not any more complicated than that, sadly.

Anyway, seems the media has turned on ole’ President Obama. I’ve been hearing and reading some of the complaints and stories for a while, but it really hit home in this fascinating story from Politico.com. Sure there’s a lot of press whining in here, but a few points are quite valid:

1, This promised to be a transparent administration, and it’s far from it, and 2, when people are saying Obama’s relationship to the media is worse than GWB’s, well, that ought to make some heads roll at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Nobody had worse press relations than Dubya, and if you’re being compared below that, that’s pretty scary.

This is probably a topic for another day, but I find it very interesting that people in the Obama administration seem to feel the press is something they only “need” occasionally.

**OK, two of my favorite shows this year really puzzled me this week. Maybe you can help.

— On “Parenthood,” they’re all about the storyline of Crosby falling in love with the mother of his child all over again, Jasmine. Except, what the hell happened to Crosby’s girlfriend on the show, the one he was going to have a baby with? I know they had that fight a few episodes ago when she found out he had a kid, but they just wrote her out of the show and out of his life after one argument? Weird.

— This week’s “Glee” was just not good. At all. They forgot the funny, and the same Burt Bacharach song twice in a row? Way too much schmaltz and cheese, not enough Sue and Rachel. So many good episodes have already come before this one, so “Glee,” I give you a mulligan.

***So after a pretty poor movie last week about fantasy sports, the good people doing ESPN’s “30 for 30” documentary series bounced back this week with the riveting “Run, Ricky, Run” about one of the strangest and most misunderstood athletes of our time. Ricky Williams failed a bunch of drug tests, did interviews with his helmet on, and basically walked away from the NFL in his prime.

He smoked a lot of weed, moved to Australia for a while, and oh yeah, we learn in this movie he allegedly suffered sexual abuse at the hands of his father as a boy.

He’s really a fascinating character, who even his friends and family can’t figure out. Check the movie out on ESPN this weekend when you get a chance.

“Glee” is back! A Dalai Lama question. And another blow in the fight against torture

So, so, so happy to have “Glee” back in my life. I missed it so.

If you’re not watching “Glee” yet, well, then you’re missing probably the best show on TV. It’s funny, it’s smart, it’s got great musical numbers, and best of all, the acting is good.

To refresh where we left off before Tuesday night’s return, Schu and Emma were sort of dating now, after Emma’s whole wedding to Ken sorta fell apart.  The “Glee” kids won sectionals, and the delightful Sue Sylvester was all kinds of pissed off at everything ( Jane Lynch better win an Emmy this year).


OK, my conscience is clear. So “Glee” rocked last night, very hard. Sue Sylvester was in rare form (“I am engorged with venom” might become my new catchphrase), and I’m glad they’re keeping Finn and Rachel apart. It’s way too obvious if they throw them together.

— I think Schu is starting to creep me out a little, and Emma’s voice didn’t bother me as much as it used to.

— It’s too obvious that Jesse St. James is a plant to screw up McKinley at sectionals. I want to give the writers more credit than that. There’s got to be something else planned.

— Britney: “Did you know dolphins are just gay sharks?” Freaking hilarious.

— Sue Sylvester as Madonna. Yeah, I can see that.

**So here’s a random question. I was reading last week about hacked emails of certain Chinese people and others critical of the Chinese government.

In the story came the news that the Dalai Lama’s email address was hacked and monitored for months by these dastardly criminals.

And my first thought was: The Dalai Lama has email? I mean, like, he gets the same Nigerian scams and Viagra ads as the rest of us? Does he have an out of office reply that says: “Mr. Lama is out of the office right now seeking spiritual harmony. He’ll reply when he finds it.”

I’m laughing right now picturing Mr. Lama on Facebook and Twitter. I’m guessing his Facebook status would always read the same way: The Dalai Lama … is at peace.

P.S. One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in my life was this clip, below, from the old Whitney Houston-Bobby Brown reality show a few years ago, when ole’ Bobby runs into the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama had no clue who Bobby was, and Bobby kept repeating “Mr. Lama? I’m Whitney Houston’s husband” as if that was the ticket to understanding. Just killed me.

**Sigh, another week, another nail in the coffin of America as a nation that does not torture.

Read in the New York Times Tuesday that Dawn Johnsen had withdrawn as the Obama administration’s nominee for leader of the Office of Legal Counsel.

That’s the office that’s responsible for helping keep the war on terror legal, the office that tried without much success to stop the bullet train that was Dick Cheney and John Yoo a few years ago.

For more than a year, Republicans have blocked her nomination, because she had the audacity to once work for an abortion rights group.

But I’m more disappointed in Obama and Congressional Democrats. They continue to shy away from repudiating the torturous regime and practice of Bush/Cheney. It’s despicable and disgusting that here was a woman, totally qualified and on the record for years talking about how wrong and illegal torture is, and Obama and the Dems can’t even force a vote on a completely qualified nominee.

What, because they’re too scared to be called soft on terrorism? Please. Pathetic.

The greatest “Glee” promo in Japanese ever. The Kevin Smith/Southwest flap. And thoughts on pairs skating

OK, I’m not going to build this up.  But if you don’t watch this bizarre and brilliant “Glee” promo commercial from Japan and start smiling, well, something is seriously wrong.

God I love the Japanese people.

**So I’m a big Kevin Smith fan. Loved “Clerks,” absolutely think it’s one of the funniest and most original movies I’ve ever seen. Loved “Chasing Amy,” too, and sort of liked “Dogma” but it was wildly confusing.

Anyway, haven’t heard much from the film director lately; I know he’s got a big Bruce Willis movie coming out, but that’s about it.

Then this whole Southwest-kicking-him-off-the-flight-thing happened, and I’m not sure who to believe, or who’s right or wrong. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Smith, a rather heavy man, was thrown off a Southwest Airlines flight Sunday by the flight crew because he allegedly couldn’t fit safely into one passenger seat. Due to his girth, the flight crew did not think it was safe for him to fly. Smith says he absolutely fit into the seat, and could buckle the seat belt and was totally capable of seating in the seat like any other passenger.

Smith, who will most certainly win the war of words here (he has 1.6 million Twitter followers), has been blogging and tweeting about this, and now it appears that he wasn’t thrown off the flight because he was too heavy, but due to some Southwest Airlines mix-up with another passenger.

It does bring up a debate, though: Do airlines have the right to force heavy people to buy two seats? I think if it’s a safety risk to others, yes.

Southwest, who my wife and I love (we fly them like 6 times a year, easy), is going to get a lot of negative press for this. I’m just not sure they should.

**Finally, a couple thoughts on the Olympics figure skating pairs from Monday night.

— You talk about trust, can you imagine how trusting the female pairs skaters have to be of their male partners, when they’re up 10 feet off the ground and the guy’s holding them up with one hand? Forget all those “falling back, I’ll catch you” trust exercises you hear about; try getting lifted by someone else over their heads with a sheet of ice below you, then we’ll see about trust.

— I’m glad the Chinese pair who skated last won the gold. They were a great story. I just thought the Chinese pair who skated before them, Quing Pang and Jian Tong, were better, more in sync, and just more beautiful to watch.

— Maybe it’s just me, but pairs figure skating, with the moves and the music, can be pretty erotic. Just sayin.’

Another peek behind the sportswriter curtain, a heartwarming story, and the Glee fall finale

So this is another one of those “what it’s like to be a sportswriter” blog posts.

I’ve gotten to do a lot of cool things in my 12 years as a sportswriter. But one thing I’d never done, in my years of covering high school sports, is stayed in one place for four consecutive years, and gotten to cover a star athlete from their freshman year, all the way through senior year.

At my last three journalism stops, I’d stayed three years or less, which is pretty common for young writers. So kind of like a teacher who works with a kid for a long time, then wonders how they turned out, I never really got to see the full 360-degree maturation process of these young athletes.

‘Til now. Katie Lindstrom is a volleyball player at Warner Christian Academy, a small Christian school in South Daytona, Fla. She’s everything you’d want in an athlete: quick on her feet, makes smart decisions, and is unfailingly upbeat and encouraging.

I first met her when she was in ninth grade, in my first few months here in Daytona Beach. I’m quite certain it was the first time she’d ever been interviewed. She was extremely nervous, pausing to think about each answer, but she was unfailingly polite and friendly. I remember thinking that she was a smart kid, and one who could be a really good player one day.

Fast forward 3 1/2 years. Katie Lindstrom is now a high school senior. She just led her team at Warner to a second straight Class 1A state volleyball title. She was the unquestioned physical and emotional leader of the team, and when the championship match was over, Lindstrom walked up to the makeshift podium on the court to receive her medal from the official.

And a whole bunch of Warner fans in the crowd started chanting “Katie! Katie!” It was a goosebumps moment for her, and she started crying again.

I have to admit, I got some goosebumps, too. We write about athletes and talk to them in brief spurts of time, never really, truly knowing them. But here was a kid who in 2006 was more shy than a church mouse, and now she’d turned into a terrific leader of a team, and now after her last game people were chanting her name. I’d basically watched this kid grow up, athletically, right before my eyes.

It was truly something cool to see, this metamorphosis, and again, I liken it to a teacher seeing a student they once taught, all grown up, proud and confident and having turned out quite well.

I interviewed Lindstrom, maybe for the last time, on Wednesday. She was voted by the area’s coaches as our Player of the Year. We chatted for a while, she was her usual “sweet almost to a fault” self, and then I said goodbye and wished her good luck.

We thanked each other and then I left. It may be the last time I ever see her. Soon, there will be new freshmen to follow and other transformations to see.

The sportswriting world keeps on spinning, but every once in a while it slows down to let you see something special.

*So I try not to pimp my own News-Journal work too much on this site, frankly because I plainly acknowledge that if you were really that interested in Daytona Beach sports, you’d go to our website. (Also, I don’t think a lot of what I write for the paper is very good.)

But if you have a minute, please check out this story I wrote for today’s paper, about a high school football player whose brother died of brain cancer five years ago, but is still being honored in a special way by a football team having a special season. (That’s Shawn on the left, and Josh on the right, about two years before Josh died at age 9.)

**So thanks to my stupid cable box not working Wednesday night, I didn’t see the “Glee” finale until Thursday.

It was totally worth the wait. Loved, loved, loved it. Sue Sylvester with one of her best lines ever (“Bring it on, William. I’m reasonably confident you’ll be adding revenge to the long list of things you’re no good at. Next to being married, running a high school glee club, and finding a hairstyle that doesn’t make you look like a lesbian.”), fantastic solos by Rachel and Mercedes, the look on Mr. Schuester’s face when he hears the glee club perform at sectionals, through Emma’s phone … just great stuff.

Can’t wait ’til it’s back in April.

Another victory for intolerance and bigotry in New York State. Some “Glee” thoughts, and

So it’s been a few days since the New York State senate, a governing body I hold in as much esteem as the jurors on “Matlock,” voted down a proposal to allow gay marriage in New York.

And at first I went through a few different emotions: Anger, as the bigotry and intolerance practiced by so many in this country, people who want to deny homosexuals the same basic freedoms that straight people get, continues to fester.

Then I was sad, realizing that friends of mine who live in New York, who would love to simply get married, won’t be able to.

But then I got angry again, and here’s why: I understand why some people use religious reasons to oppose gay marriage. I completely disagree with it, but at least I feel like they’re genuine in their feelings.

What pisses me off is the N.Y. State senators who are just scared. Scared of being on the wrong side of this issue. Scared of the blowback from the ultra-right wing, who may endanger their re-election chances. These cowards, and I believe they made the difference in this vote, have no moral standing on the issue, they’re just waiting to see which way the wind blows.

Disgusting. As so many have said on this issue, decades from now people are going to look back at this decade and wonder how gay people’s civil rights were trampled so easily, and be horrified.

Many of us are horrified now.

(The clip above, by the way, is worth your time. It’s state senator Diane Savino of Staten Island, talking eloquently and from the heart about the moral imperative that is a gay marriage law.

***So I just got around to watching this week’s “Glee,” and man, what an episode. Finally, that evil Terri Schuster’s fake-baby plan was revealed, and Will’s going to leave her. I hope he does. Hilarious musical number to Van Halen’s “Jump,” though I thought that whole storyline was a little weird (and was that yearbook photographer dude the same guy who plays Kripke on “Big Bang Theory?” Looked like him. I’m willing to overlook the wild logic-gap of Schu being suspended from sectionals because he slept on the mattress, and am greatly looking forward to next week.

Can’t believe Fox is taking this show off for three months because of American Freaking Idol. Grrr.

**Finally, sometimes you get a glimpse of how scary some Republican senators are, and why this country is hopelessly deadlocked on so many issues: Check out this interview with Oklahoma senator James Inhofe. He seems positively stunned that someone would think alleged terrorists at Gitmo would have the same rights as American criminals.

He just can’t even conceive of that.