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Good News Friday: The landlord in Maine who told his tenants there’s no rent in April. An amazing Rube Goldberg-like contraption will astonish you. And the great Vin Scully offers words of hope.

Happy Friday, y’all! Hope you are all surviving the isolation OK; we are two weeks into this and I swear it feels like it’s been two months.

But even as my state, New York, sees its number of cases equal about HALF of the total in the rest of America combined, I’m trying to stay positive and optimistic. My wife and I had an awesome time Thursday night making a March Madness style bracket to determine which one of our relatives we’d most like to be isolated with during a pandemic.

We seeded everyone and had them face off in matchups like the NCAA Tournament would, and argued over who got placed where (“Oh come on, no way your aunt is seeded that low, she’s amazing!”) and had a blast figuring out who would beat who.

Highly recommend doing this with your family.

Lots of good news to share this week, but I want to start up in the great state of Maine (well, I’ve never been there, but everyone seems to say it’s great so sure, I’ll call it great).

According to this story on Upworthy.com, Nathan Nichols, a landlord in Maine, announced on Facebook that he would not be collecting rent from his tenants in April due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. He says they are service and hourly workers who may not be able to make much money in the coming months.

“COVID19 is going to cause serious financial hardship for service and hourly workers around the country,” Nichols wrote.

“I own a two unit in South Portland and all of my tenants are in this category. Because I have the good fortune and of being able to afford it and the privilege of being in the owner class, I just let them know I would not be collecting rent in April,” he continued.

Nichols made his decision public to inspire other landlords to “consider giving your tenants some rent relief as well.”

Once Nichols’ post started to circulate widely, he followed up a few days later by showing a post from another landlord who said she, too wouldn’t be collecting rent for April.

Hourly workers are getting pummeled in this pandemic, whether they’re a domestic worker, a restaurant or bar employee, or any other kind of service-industry person, it’s brutal out there for the millions who make our lives better and easier.

Great to see a few landlords stepping up.

**Next up today, I think I’ve featured this guy’s videos before but this new one is truly incredible. From the brilliant mind of Joseph’s Machines, I give you this amazing Rube Goldberg-live video, showing a meal done to perfection.

I cannot even imagine how long it took this guy to get this exactly right. Thousands of hours, I think.

**Finally today, baseball season would’ve started this week, which made millions sad because the national pastime is on hold like the rest of life.

So Bill Plaschke, an outstanding sports columnist for the L.A. Times, called one man guaranteed to cheer him up: Legendary Dodgers broadcaster Vin Scully.

Scully, who is now 92, just retired a few years ago from his Hall of Fame career, and happily gave Plaschke lots of positive thoughts to keep in mind.

Here’s just a short excerpt, but the whole column is heartwarming reading. God bless Vin Scully, a national treasure.

From depths of depression we fought our way through World War II, and if we can do that, we can certainly fight through this. I remember how happy and relieved and thrilled everybody was … when they signed the treaty with Japan, and the country just danced from one way or another. It’s the life of the world, the ups and downs, this is a down, we’re going to have to realistically accept it at what it is and we’ll get out of it, that’s all there is to it, we will definitely get out of it.”

“A lot of people will look at it, it might bring them closer to their faith, they might pray a little harder, a little longer, there might be other good things to come out of it,” he says. “And certainly, I think people are especially jumping at the opportunity to help each other, I believe that’s true, so that’s kind of heartwarming, with all of it, it brings out some goodness in people, and that’s terrific, that’s terrific.”

 

A hilarious and accurate anti-Ted Cruz ad makes me smile. A student in California serves cookies with her Grandma’s ashes in them. And Vin Scully’s voice on the World Series (even though it’s an ad) is beautiful

Hi dear readers, a quick personal plug before we get started today: As some of you may know my grandmother, the greatest person I’ll ever know, suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease before she died five years ago. My family and I are doing a charity walk with the Alzheimer’s Association here in NYC this Saturday, and we’re trying to raise as much as we can to help research a cure for this insidious disease. Any amount you could donate would be much appreciated. Thanks. Here’s the link if you are able to donate. 

OK, on with the show…

I guess it’s possible that if there’s a political figure in America I hate more than Donald Trump, it’s Mr. Ted Cruz, Senator from the state of Texas.

I’ve written many times before about my disgust for Cruz, a Harvard-educated elitist who pretends to be a “common man, man of the people” and that’s only one of many, many, many issues I have with him. He’s a bigot, he’s a xenophobe, and he’s such a nasty human being that literally no one else in the Senate, in either party, likes him.

Lindsay Graham, who before he got infected with Trump disease used to at least be a straight talker, once said of Cruz “If you killed Ted Cruz on the floor of the Senate, and the trial was in the Senate, nobody would convict you.”

Anyway, Cruz is a despicable guy, by almost universal account, which is why millions of us who live outside of Texas are hoping and praying Beto O’Rourke beats him on Election Day.

But until then, we can all enjoy this devastating ad, highlighted on John Oliver’s HBO show last week.

Just perfect. Go Beto.

**Next up today, file this one under “Be careful what you buy from schoolkids.” So a girl in California decided to bring in some homemade cookies recently to share with her friends.

These were special cookies, it turns out: they contained traces of her late grandmother’s ashes.
I’m not making this up. A student at Da Vinci Charter Academy High School in Davis, Calif. gave the cookies to classmates, then told them they contained human ashes in them, according to this story from KTXL-TV.

The school district refuses to confirm or deny the story or what has happened to the student, but apparently she told lots of kids the same story.

Wow. I mean, I’ve heard of liking Grandma’s cookies before, but this is going WAY too far. And if you always wanted to save a little taste of Grandma’s cooking, there are better ways to do it!

So many jokes, so little time…

**And finally today, Tuesday night was Game 1 of the World Series (Boo, Red Sox), and while I can’t say I’m enthralled, I did catch this commercial on social media and thought it was fabulous.

Not just because of the nice job by T-Mobile with the ad, and the donations, but because it’s voiced by the voice of baseball, Vin Scully. Those beautiful pipes, over these images, make for one hell of a commercial.

I’d listen to Vin Scully read anything, anywhere, anytime.

Good News Friday: An 11-year-old in Colorado invents a test for lead in water. A fabulous motivational speech (Andy Roddick thing). And a fabulous start-up offers men free suits for job interviews

And a Happy Friday to you all out in Internet-land. My brain was still buzzing Thursday over that insane Game 2 of the World Series, which after watching the last several innings Wednesday night, I’m now invested in. That was wild. So much good stuff out there this week to inspire and hopefully make you smile heading into the weekend. Wanted to point you to this Vin Scully wonderful-ness before Game 2, what an American treasure that man is.

First up, more proof that Whitney Houston was right all those years ago. Children, they’re our future. An 11-year-old girl in Colorado has invented a lead-detecting device that could help the citizens of Flint, Mich. and anywhere else with contaminated water.

Gitanjali Rao, who lives in Lone Tree, Colo., devised a device that could identify lead compounds in water and was portable and relatively inexpensive. She spent hours and hours in the lab of the the high school in her town until she was able to create a mechanism that contains a disposable cartridge containing chemically treated carbon nanotube arrays, an Arduino-based signal processor with a Bluetooth attachment, and a smartphone app that can display the results.

For her amazing efforts, Rao was chosen Discovery Education 3M Young Scientist of the Year, and given a $25,000 prize.

“Clean water always tastes good,” she says at the end of her video. “The tool allows easy testing at home or by agencies for quick detection and remedial actions. It can be expanded in the future to test for other chemical contaminants in potable water. I hope this helps in a small way to detect and prevent long-term health effects of lead contamination for many of us.”

You go, young lady. What an amazing kid. Read more about her here.

**Next up, I really never know where I’m going to find inspiration each week. Never did I expect to find it this week in the Twitter feed of former top tennis star Andy Roddick. But through a bunch of other Tweets from people I follow, I came upon this remarkable speech that Roddick gave major kudos to.

After watching a few minutes of it, I totally got why. This is Reverend Dr. Rick Rigsby, giving what looks like a commencement speech recently. He opens with this jaw-dropper:”The wisest person I ever met in my life was a 3rd-grade dropout.”

Also, “ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity.”

And then for the next nine minutes, proceeds to inspire and provide hope and guidance. I loved, loved, loved this. Give it a few minutes and I almost guarantee you’ll come away feeling good.

**Finally today, a terrific non-profit has sprouted up in New York in the last few years and it’s one of those ideas that seems so great, you wonder why it hasn’t been done before.

It’s called 100 Suits for 100 Men, and it was started by a man named Kevin Livingston in 2011. The organization, using monetary donations and clothing contributions, gives at-risk and formerly incarcerated men new duds to wear for potential job interviews.

The first impression can often kill your chances at a job, and so many young men don’t have the money or connections to make that good first impression.

So 100 Suits provides tailoring and a full clothing ensemble of ties, shoes and suits at Male Boutiques that have sprung up all over New York. Livingston hopes to use the attention he received from donations from people like Colin Kaepernick (who contributed 50 suits and $33,000 earlier this year) to open up more locations across the country.

This story from the New York Times on one man, Shareef Wise, and his remarkable experience with 100 Suits, gives me hope.

A mom writes a hilarious late-excuse note, claiming her daughter suffers from “teenage-ism.” “SNL” takes on Trump in season premiere brilliantly. And the Jets stink, the Falcons soar, and other NFL thoughts

 

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A Happy New Year and L’Shana Tova to my fellow members of the tribe this morning…

There are all kinds of reasons parents offer up in excuse notes, explaining why kids are late.

Ninety-nine percent of them are boring and routine. That’s why when we get a letter like this from Nicole Poppic, a California mom to 14-year-old Cara, it goes viral and makes people laugh. Well, I laughed pretty hard.

Seems that on a recent morning young Cara wouldn’t get out of bed, put headphones on while Mom was talking to her in the car, then asked for an excuse note.

Nicole, who like all parents has a limit on how much shit she will take from her kid, responded first with a perfectly reasonable act:

“I reached over and took her phone off her lap, unplugged her headphones, and threw her phone out the car window,” Nicole told Today.com. Then she wrote with this beautiful and cutting missive (above), explaining her daughter was late due to “teenage-ism.”

Some excerpts: Adolescents across our great nation are afflicted (with teenage-ism) and there is no known cure. This morning she suffered from an inability to remove herself from her bed and also felt the need to talk back to her birth-giver.
She seems to be recovering her senses after watching her cell phone fly out the car window.

**Next up, me and millions of others were probably waiting with baited breath to see what “Saturday Night Live” would cook up for Saturday’s season premiere, given all the shenanigans that happened with the Clinton-Trump election race last week. (I mean honestly, there is so much Trump awfulness flying around that I literally can’t keep track. The idea he might not have paid taxes for 18 years seems like a huge deal, but by Wednesday six more things will have taken its place.)

Happily, “SNL didn’t disappoint. Alec Baldwin, a loathsome human being himself but a pretty good actor, did a great Trump impression, and Kate McKinnon of course killed it again as Hillary. This whole opening sketch is brilliant, but my favorite moment is McKinnon’s oh-so-subtle pushing her jaw back in place after one of Trump’s statements…

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**Finally today, lots of great sports stuff happened over the weekend (I don’t follow college football much, but that Louisville-Clemson game was wild, and I’m genuinely interested in the baseball playoffs this year because the Mets, Indians, and Cubs are compelling storylines) over the weekend, but before getting into all the NFL stuff like usual, wanted to link the great Vin Scully’s final sign-off after 67 years of Dodgers broadcasts.

— My cousin and fellow Jets-diehard Rob texted me last Sunday to say the Jets season was over already, at 1-2. I scoffed at him, told him he was crazy, nothing’s over after three games.

Yeah, they’ve played four games now. Season’s over. They ain’t making the playoffs. Awful effort at home against Seattle Sunday (if Russell Wilson was that good hurt, what the hell would he have done healthy?), three more Ryan Fitzpatrick picks, and a defensive performance that reeked of the Kotite years. At the Steelers and at the suddenly-struggling Cardinals the next two weeks will probably equal 1-5.

All I can say is: NHL season begins soon!

— Matt Ryan, welcome back to the “Good NFL QB Club!” We’ve missed you buddy. Wow what a performance from the Falcons Sunday. Matty Ice passed for 503 yards (300 to Julio Jones, above) as Atlanta crushed Carolina.

— OK, everyone who had Carolina and Arizona, the two NFC championship game teams last year, both 1-3 after four games, please raise your hands. Didn’t think so. Reason No. 4,532 why I don’t gamble on sports.

— ‘Bout time the Patriots lost without Tom Brady. Congrats to Rex Ryan, you beat a team playing with an injured 3rd-string quarterback. Now Brady will come back and the Pats will go 14-2.

— The L.A. Rams are somehow 3-1. I thought they looked horrible on “Hard Knocks” this summer. Usually it’s the opposite, the fabulous behind-the-scenes show makes a team look great, then they stink in real life. Call it the “Reverse HBO Jinx” this year.

— Finally, Antonio Brown of the Steelers got a 15-yard penalty for, I don’t know, humping the air during a game Sunday night. Meanwhile, I saw at least five shots to the head of players Sunday afternoon that weren’t penalized. Sure, NFL, you’ve got your priorities straight.

Washington Post editorial board makes history (in a bad way) on Snowden. Corey Feldman, pop star and train wreck! And Vin Scully +”Field of Dreams” = magic

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There has been a lot of important news in America lost amid all the nonsense that’s passing for Presidential election coverage. One small trend that has gone mostly unnoticed is that Edward Snowden, the man who leaked information about illegal U.S. government surveillance programs, is getting more and more support.

A man who was once vilified by so many is suddenly seriously being considered for a pardon by President Obama. According to this fascinating NYT Magazine article about Snowden and the new Oliver Stone movie about him, “former Attorney General Eric Holder, once a fierce critic, has acknowledged that Snowden performed “a public service.” President Obama has called for the reform of phone metadata collection, and last June, Congress passed the U.S.A. Freedom Act, a law that directly resulted from Snowden’s leaks. Snowden has come to be seen as a levelheaded activist.

All of this heartens me, as I am one of those who from the start saw Snowden’s actions, while illegal, as courageous, highly necessary, and important. Maybe calling Snowden a “hero” is going too far, but he certainly deserves major kudos for helping expose vast, vast overreaching by the U.S. government, and his disclosures have absolutely educated millions of us who had no idea how far the NSA had bulldozed our privacy.

So, you know, things have been looking up for Ed Snowden, generally. And then this unprecedented thing happens, and my mouth just about hit the floor. The Washington Post, the newspaper of Woodward and Bernstein for goodness sakes, has done something I’m not sure has ever been done in journalism history:  It happily used Snowden as a source for the NSA disclosures, won a Pulitzer Prize for them, and is now saying Snowden should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Specifically, the Washington Post editorial calls for Snowden to stand trial on espionage charges, or accept “a measure of criminal responsibility for his excesses and the U.S. government offers a measure of leniency.”

Rather hilariously, or frighteningly, as this Glenn Greenwald column points out, the Post excoriates Snowden for leaking a legal spying program called PRISM. But who was it that happily splashed the leak all across its front page? That’s right, the Washington Post!

This is pretty amazing, coming from a newspaper that lately, in its enabling of Donald Trump in some cases, used to be such a gold standard.  Now, a caveat that a lot of non-journalists don’t know: The editorial board of a newspaper is totally separate from the newsroom’s reporters and editors, so I’m certainly not claiming the whole Post staff is behind this editorial.

But it’s just … amazingly hypocritical of the Post, in my opinion. Edward Snowden should be allowed to come home, have a fair trial in his native country, and then the chips shall fall.

But espionage? Come on. But hey, don’t look at me: I’m still waiting when the hell the International War Crimes trials are starting for Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld and George W. Bush.

**Next up today, a couple of videos that made me happy for completely different reasons. First, my fellow Gen X’ers certainly recall the acting “career” of Corey Feldman, aka one of the Two Coreys, aka Not the Blonde, Cute One. He has entertained us, amused us, and mostly made us feel sorry for him. He’s been a bad actor, a terrible reality TV star (although I did love him so in “The Surreal Life”), and generally a pretty strange dude.

But my friends, you haven’t seen Corey Feldman until you’ve seen him in a black hoodie, singing unintelligible lyrics, with women in angel costumes behind him.

I give you Corey Feldman, on the “Today” show, and you’re welcome. My God, what a glorious three-minute train wreck this is.

**And finally today, a nice palatte-cleanser: I’ve written a lot about legendary Dodgers announcer Vin Scully, because he’s retiring this year and deserves to be feted as much as possible.

I’ve also written a lot over the years about my all-time favorite movie, “Field of Dreams,” because it’s awesome.

So you show me a video of Vin Scully reciting the great James Earl Jones speech from “Field of Dreams,” set over great baseball highlights of the past? Yeah, I’m watching that. Lots of times.

Hope you enjoy.

Good News Friday: A rape victim and the football coach she partially blames for it have a wonderful reconciliation. Stephen Colbert tells a beautiful story of how he met his wife. And Vin Scully tells a great story on first seeing Sandy Koufax

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Trying to stay to the theme of Good News Friday is tough when we had two consecutive days of police officers shooting and killing unarmed African-American men, and then the unfathomable killings of five police officers in Dallas Thursday night. America is coming apart at the seams, it feesl like…

We start Good News Friday today with an unlikely “good news” angle, but bear with me, it’s good news at the end.

Eighteen years ago, a 24-year-old Oregon woman named Brenda Tracy was gang-raped by four members of the Oregon State football team. As frustratingly happens far too often in these cases, the charges were eventually dropped, and Tracy was left with awful memories and horrors.

One of the horrible memories she’s carried around for years was a quote from then-OSU football coach Mike Riley, who when the charges were dropped told the press that the players “were really good men who just made a bad choice.”

A bad choice. What despicable, disgusting words. Tracy says now that she hated Riley for those words “more than I hated my rapists … I hated him with every cell in my body.”

Bravely, Tracy opened up to reporter John Canzano of The Oregonian newspaper in 2014, and after Canzano reached out to Riley for comment, the coach expressed some remorse. He said he probably should’ve “done something more to send a message” than simply suspending the players for one game.

“Maybe I should have done more.”

Second, the coach asked Canzano if he thought Tracy might come and talk to his team.

“That would be a compelling talk,” Riley said. “A real-life talk. Instead of just talking about rape and sexual assault, actually having someone talk about how things can change for everyone in a moment like that.”

That was 2014. Two years later, Riley, now coaching at Nebraska, finally followed up on his idea. He contacted Tracy a few months ago, and in mid-June, before addressing the team, Tracy and Riley finally met.

“He hugged me,” Tracy said in this remarkable Washington Post story. “Then he allowed me to cry on his shoulder for a few minutes.” Riley listened to Tracy’s story, and he apologized profusely. Then this brave woman stood up in front of the entire Cornhuskers team and described the horrors of her rape, and the aftermath, including telling how much she had hated Riley.

This is exactly how change occurs. Education, first-hand experience, and a man like Riley, raised in the ridiculous macho world of football, growing and evolving and helping show the next generation how to avoid thinking like he did.

It took two decades, but good for Riley, and good for Brenda Tracy, learning to forgive, and taking a horrible nightmare and turning it into something that could, who knows, help other women in the future.

**Next up, on a lighter note, Stephen Colbert told this great story the other night to his studio audience before his talk show. It’s about how Colbert met his wife, and it’s sweet, self-deprecating, and all over the place, like any great story.

I hope Colbert’s show gets better ratings soon; the guy really seems like a mensch.

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**Finally today, a few words from the legendary Vin Scully, who I’ve featured a few times here this year as we prepare for his retirement from the broadcast booth of the Los Angeles Dodgers, a mere 67 years after he began (I hate people who move around and can’t stay in one place like Scully, you know?)

The other night on a Dodgers broadcast Scully told a sweet little tale of the first time he saw legendary pitcher Sandy Koufax. As always, it’s funny and interesting and entertaining.

The man is a true national treasure.

 

Celebrating the life of the incredible Prince. Vin Scully, as sharp as ever at 88. And Obama and Steph Curry make a great mentoring video

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It is Friday, which usually means I post only Good News stories, and it would be impossible for anyone to say that the death Thursday of 57-year-old music icon Prince Rogers Nelson is good news.

It’s tragic news, because anytime the death of someone leaves less genius in the world, it’s a tragedy.

Prince was so many things, to so many people. To me, he was an incredible voice, a scintillating talent who could sing, dance, write music, play 30 instruments all in one sitting (he once did an entire concert like that, playing each instrument for three minutes each), and pretty much revolutionize music in his own way.

He was an epic music producer for so many other artists, he was a trailblazer in fighting record companies for what he believed he should rightfully get paid for music rights, and more than anything else, he was just a weird, weird dude.

Exhibit A, the story of Prince playing ping-pong with Jimmy Fallon.

Then there’s Kevin Smith’s fabulous re-telling of a week spent with Prince making a documentary (watch if only for the revelation that Prince buys workout clothes from the boys department at Nordstrom!)

He was one of a kind, and his music got me through a lot of long nights in college; my friend Brian Hickey would put a Prince CD on while a bunch of us toiled away on deadline at the school newspaper The Review and we’d get a burst of energy from “When Doves Cry” and “Kiss” and most of all, “I Would Die 4 U.”

His unique voice has been silenced forever. Goddamn, we’ve lost Bowie, Glenn Frey, and now Prince this year and it’s not even May yet.

Rest in peace, sweet Prince. You will be missed.

** Next up today, a small tribute to a giant of a man. Vin Scully has been broadcasting Dodgers games for 67 years, and the 88-year-old has announced this will be his last season. Scully will be celebrated all season, for his kindness to others, his humility, and just his remarkable ability to weave interesting stories  through his broadcasts.

Already this season we’ve gotten two classic Scully stories. The first, embedded above, about why the No. 13 should be celebrated, not feared. And the second, below, is just an incredible story about Giants ace Madison Bumgarner, and a snake, and some other stuff.

**Finally, Barack Obama and Steph Curry did a video, a public service announcement about mentorship last week, for the organization My Brother’s Keeper.

It is, predictably, awesome, and put a big smile on my face when I saw it.

 

 

The best Tweets of Hurricane Irene. A quick Vin Scully tribute. And bringing the sexy back to local TV commercials

So apparently there’s some sort of weather issue going on on the East Coast? Hadn’t heard about it.
I kid. Good heavens people up here in NYC are going insane with worry over this Hurricane Irene thing. Now, I’m not tempting the gods here by poo-poohing this thing, but I lived through five hurricanes in North Carolina in the late 1990s, and this baby is only supposed to be a Category 2 when it hits land Saturday.
So while it could be awful and rainy and terrible, it may not be. I’ve got my canned goods and my flashlights and all that, but I’m not going to start freaking out until I see Noah bringing the animals on two at a time.

Meanwhile, there was all kinds of funny stuff being said on Twitter Friday about the Hurricane, so I wanted to share. (I won’t share all the jokes, too many to name, that said NYC getting this Hurricane was God’s way at getting back at the state for the whole “legalizing gay marriage” thing. Because, you know, those aren’t jokes. IT’S TRUE!!!).

Here goes, some of my favorite Irene Tweets:
–“East Coast Residents: As a media professional, I assure you it’s OK to stand outside in a hurricane as long as you’re holding a microphone.” (@RexHuppke)
— “Breaking News: Gov. Christie orders Snooki to be tied down.” (@albertbrooks)
— Internet Outages from Hurricane Could Force People to Interact with Other People, Officials Warn (@borowitzreport)
— “If you lose connectivity, just shout out 140 character or less updates into the storm. Not a huge difference, really.” (the hilarious @pourmecoffee)
— “Sorry about the hurricane everyone. But if you continue to make episodes of Jersey Shore this is going to keep happening.” (@Jesus_M_Christ)

**Vin Scully, maybe the greatest baseball broadcaster who ever lived, said Friday that he’ll be returning for his 63rd season next year as the announcer for the Dodgers. Sixty-three years! He’s a living legend and a national treasure.
In honor of Vin’s wonderful announcement, I want to once again link to what may be the most perfect eight minutes of sports broadcasting ever: This is Scully calling Sandy Koufax’s perfect game in 1965.


**Finally, here’s something to take your mind of this storm: Maybe the strangest local TV commercial ever. I want to shop there after seeing this, don’t you? The guy in it is alternately creepy and … no, he’s just creepy.

 

Christine O’Donnell, who is not a witch. The great Vin Scully. And amazingly, abstinence-only still taught in schools

I have to say, I’ve been pretty amused by all the attention on the Senate race in Delaware.
Nobody ever pays attention to Delaware politics, except when Joe Biden is involved. But in my beloved First State, where I lived for four years in college (hey, the Blue Hens are 5-0 in football right now, baby!), Christine O’Donnell has caught national media attention.

Partly because she’s insane, holds crazy views on sex (masturbation is sinful), evolution (she’s a strict creationist), China (she said four years ago that China was plotting to take over the U.S.), and many, many other topics, and dabbled in witchcraft when she was younger.

But this ad she just put out, well, it takes the cake. I’m no James Carville, but anytime you start a 30-second TV spot with the words “I am not a witch,” I’m thinking you shouldn’t get my vote.
Gotta love the Tea Party. They’ve given us so many crazies this campaign season.

**Here’s a nice palette-cleanser after Christine O’Donnell, and with the baseball playoffs starting today, what better way to celebrate the sport than thinking about Vin Scully. The legendary Dodgers announcer, as classy as the day is long, just finished his 61st season broadcasting Dodgers games. Sixty-first! Incredible. Here’s a great piece by my man Joe Posnanski on Scully, who at 83 continues to do his job better than anyone, ever.

**So I read this today on Salon.com, about the U.S. government finally, finally, finally taking steps to end the ridiculous “abstinence-only” sex education programs in America’s schools. These have been around for years, and the government led by Dubya gave billions of dollars to schools only if they told kids that abstinence was the only way to go.
Because, you know, that really stops teenagers from having sex.
Anyway, the story talks about how the Obama administration is giving out $155 million to teen pregnancy prevention programs.
Which is fabulous. Except later in the story, it says that $33 million in abstinence-only funding is still being issues in 29 states and Puerto Rico.

Sigh. Even when just about every study, report, and expert agrees that telling kids abstinence is the only way to avoid sexual diseases and pregnancy does nothing, our government is still giving money to abstinence-only programs.
I love it when our leaders throw millions down the toilet, don’t you?