I Can’t Believe I’ve Read Nothing About This [UPDATED]


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Are we both crazy?



The New York Times in this morning’s editorial endorsing John McCain for the GOP presidential nomination, has a few things to say about America’s Mayor 9-11 and why he wasn’t their choice:

The real Mr. Giuliani, whom many New Yorkers came to know and mistrust, is a narrow, obsessively secretive, vindictive man who saw no need to limit police power. Racial polarization was as much a legacy of his tenure as the rebirth of Times Square.Mr. Giuliani’s arrogance and bad judgment are breathtaking. When he claims fiscal prudence, we remember how he ran through surpluses without a thought to the inevitable downturn and bequeathed huge deficits to his successor. He fired Police Commissioner William Bratton, the architect of the drop in crime, because he couldn’t share the limelight. He later gave the job to Bernard Kerik, who has now been indicted on fraud and corruption charges.

The Rudolph Giuliani of 2008 first shamelessly turned the horror of 9/11 into a lucrative business, with a secret client list, then exploited his city’s and the country’s nightmare to promote his presidential campaign.

A Voice in the Mittster’s Ear?

So, proving my life is an empty shell, I am watching the Grumpy Old Men (i.e., the GOP presidential debate) in Florida on the tube.

Was it my imagination or did I just hear, when Tim Russert asked Mitt Romney  whether he would do “what Ronald Reagan did” when facing an economic disaster, a soft whispering voice say “raise taxes?” Actually, that is what Reagan did and I know I heard just that.

So is Romney miked, did he have somebody offstage helping him with his answers?

It Could Be Worse. Or Maybe Not.

My colleague Rob Davis, with whom I produce The Dubya Chronicles every week, pointed out to me the other day that the Preznint hasn’t appeared in one of our cartoons since mid-December and even then he was merely a walk-on prop for a Dick Cheney smackdown. You have to go back to December 2 to find a cartoon in the series in which its namesake is the target.

Talk about your irrelevancy.

Usually in this sort of situation, where you have an unloved, failed resident of the White House in his last months and being totally ignored, there are some inherent dangers. A man with nothing to lose or with some mad dream that he can turn around his eight-year flop might do something crazy, you know? Worse yet, suppose he was under the delusion that he is god’s warrior, doing god’s work?

Whew. Scary.

Fortunately, our preznint is the kind of guy you’d want to have a beer with (if he weren’t a drunk), a regular folks sorta fella who’ll give you your very own nickname and a pacifist to boot (I base the latter on his impressive efforts to miss out on the Vietnam war without inconveniencing himself one little bit).

Better yet, even if he were to think of, oh, I dunno, bombing Iran or something, he has that nice Dick Cheney to hold him back. Big Dick, you will remember, was the leading light of the “grownups” that Poppy Bush selected to lead young George through the thickets of a world he’d done little to understand.

Yep, thank heavens that we have men such as these in the White House.

Oh. Wait.

What’s Going On Here?

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think they will sing for me.”

–T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

These lines of the great English poet in arguably his finest poem inspired this blog. It is a continuation of this previous version which appeared on my website.

In a world where the past can be photo-shopped, reality dismissed and every moment of life U-Tubed or FaceBooked, somebody has to rail against it all. That will be part of my mission here.

The rest will be talking about books and events, television and movies, comics and computers and whatever else catches my attention.

My name is Jack Curtin and I will be your host today. And everyday. You can find more of my web efforts in the “My Stuff” list of links on the right side of the page. For everything else, you’ll have to come back here.

The New Kid On The Block.


Message Redacted will be mostly a blog about politics and serves as a companion to the weekly Dubya Chronicles, a cartoon I do with Rob Davis. Check that out and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what’s coming here.

This blog is a successor of sorts to The Great Disconnect, my initial political blog, started during the 2000 Presidential Election, and I Can Hear The Mermaids Singing, which was a personal blog with a political bent. Mermaids has been relaunched here and will now be more generally focused on trying to cope with a world in which reality is an outdated concept.

More soon, once I get my feet wet and figure everything out.