Saturday, January 24, 2009

obama immediately continues the assault on the unborn...

giuliani,like assholobama thinks we should de emphasize this?....
that makes rudy giuliani our douchebag for saturday....

Change Has Come

By W. James Antle, III on 1.23.09 @ 6:09AM

WASHINGTON -- The crowd was packed close together on the National Mall, as parents pushing young children in strollers stood cheek by with activists carrying placards and students toting homemade signs. Moving at a sluggish pace, the March for Life was reminiscent of the pro-life movement behind it: making progress slowly, in baby steps -- and then suddenly stopping.

The latest obstacle in front of pro-life progress is the man sworn in as president just two days before at the same location. Unlike the March for Life participants, Barack Obama commemorated the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade by issuing a statement saying that the decision legalizing abortion "not only protects women's health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters."

In case the meaning was lost, Obama continued, "I remain committed to protecting a woman's right to choose." Of that, there was hardly any doubt. In the last years in which he was scored while a U.S. senator, Obama earned 100 percent ratings from NARAL Pro-Choice America, Planned Parenthood, and the National Family Planning and Reproductive Health Association. He got a big, fat zero from the National Right to Life Committee.

Obama was a co-sponsor of the Freedom of Choice Act, which threatens the incremental progress the pro-life movement has made since 1992's Planned Parenthood v. Casey decision. In Washington and Springfield, Illinois, he has voted against banning partial-birth abortion, against laws designed to protect infants who survive attempted abortions, and against restrictions on taxpayer funding of elective abortion.

Yet among the pro-life marchers, there was very little overt hostility toward the new president. One young man carried a sign depicting Obama with a Hitler moustache and blaring, "Stop the Abortion Holocaust: Impeach Adolf Obama." But the imploring tone of one frequently spotted placard was more representative: "Please Mr. President! Protect the unborn." Former President George W. Bush was seldom so politely addressed at the larger antiwar marches.

Of course, the March for Life is different from most other political protests. Families with small children are everywhere. Yesterday's program of speakers was periodically interrupted by calls from the main stage to pick up children who were separated from their parents. One little boy was even allowed to call out for his mother from the podium. There are also large processions of young people from Catholic high schools and parishes across the country.

The politicians who spoke were mostly conservative Republicans, like Sen. Sam Brownback and Reps. Chris Smith, Scott Garrett, Jeff Fortenberry, Bob Latta, Jim Jordan, Michelle Bachmann, and Jean Schmidt. But a common approach was to take lines from President Obama's inaugural address and use them to call for expanding the circle of legal protection to unborn children.

Perhaps the most creative -- and combative -- paraphrase of Obama's speech was offered by former Congressman "B-1" Bob Dornan. "We will not apologize for our way of life -- I add our love of life -- nor will we waver in its defense," he said, his gravel-filled voice starting to rise. "And for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror -- the terror of abortion -- and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken. You cannot outlast us and we will defeat you."

Thursday, January 22, 2009

statesboro blues...

daily douchebag for friday....

(let's all get along for obama's sake...
that means if you are white,bend over...grab yer ankles... and spell run, slowly..}

Robert Reich!!

Michelle Malkin
Lead Story
Robert Reich: Keep stimulus money away from skilled workers and “white male contractors”
By Michelle Malkin • January 22, 2009 05:01 AM

I missed Clintonite moldy oldie-turned-Obama economic adviser Robert Reich’s testimony a few weeks ago on how the government should spend federal stimulus money. The Berkeley professor engaged in academic fantasy land talk about getting all the cash out to workers as quickly as possible — a pipe dream debunked by the CBO report I mentioned in my column yesterday.

Even more noteworthy, however, were the comments Reich made about which workers deserve the stimulus bucks most. Reich’s proposal exposes the lie that the Obama administration is actually interested in revitalizing basic infrastructure for the good of the economy. No, what Team Obama really wants is to ensure that the least skilled, least qualified workers get jobs based on their chromosomes and pigment.

Reich wrote on his blog:

The stimulus plan will create jobs repairing and upgrading the nation’s roads, bridges, ports, levees, water and sewage system, public-transit systems, electricity grid, and schools. And it will kick-start alternative, non-fossil based sources of energy (wind, solar, geothermal, and so on); new health-care information systems; and universal broadband Internet access.

It’s a two-fer: lots of new jobs, and investments in the nation’s future productivity.

But if there aren’t enough skilled professionals to do the jobs involving new technologies, the stimulus will just increase the wages of the professionals who already have the right skills rather than generate many new jobs in these fields. And if construction jobs go mainly to white males who already dominate the construction trades, many people who need jobs the most — women, minorities, and the poor and long-term unemployed — will be shut out.

What to do? There’s no easy solution to either dilemma…

People can be trained relatively quickly for these sorts of jobs, as well as many infrastructure j0bs generated by the stimulus — installing new pipes for water and sewage systems, repairing and upgrading equipment, basic construction — but contractors have to be nudged both to provide the training and to do the hiring.

I’d suggest that all contracts entered into with stimulus funds require contractors to provide at least 20 percent of jobs to the long-term unemployed and to people with incomes at or below 200 percent of the federal poverty level. And at least 2 percent of project funds should be allocated to such training. In addition, advantage should be taken of buildings trades apprenticeships — wich must be fully available to women and minorities.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

thursday's douche.....'s all turbo taxes fault..geithner!!

from hot air...
Obama Treasury nominee: Hey, sorry for being a tax cheat
posted at 12:55 pm on January 21, 2009 by Allahpundit

A quickie from this morning’s Finance Committee hearing. He made a common mistake, Team Barry assures us. Except that it isn’t true, especially considering that he was reimbursed by the IMF for the taxes he “forgot” to pay. What’s his excuse, then? Simple: He doesn’t have one. Or at least, he didn’t until today, when he kinda sorta blamed … TurboTax. And momentarily sent Intuit’s shares plummeting in the process.

I use TT and pay self-employment tax and have never had a problem, but then I have an incentive to be extra careful: Unlike Geithner, I might face consequences if I make a mistake. Exit question: Should the GOP take Newt’s advice and vote against him? They can’t block him, obviously, so the gesture would be purely symbolic. Do they gain more by standing up for the taxpayer than they lose from appearing obstructionist in the midst of an economic crisis with Obama surfing a wave of Hopenchange goodwill?

song fer thursday...

vintage stevie nicks...
great song...tom petty's i need to know

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

song of the moment....

tuesday's gone...
skynyrd cover from metallica...

douche fer wednesday....

the little piece of weasel sh*t
rahm me in the rear emmanuel!!

song of the moment...

been doing a song of the day at facebook for a week or so...
really enjoy doing it so i thought i would try it here...

song for jan.20th,2008 is.....
kool and the gang...
jungle boogie!!

Monday, January 19, 2009

about Mr. King.....

The Beast as Saint:
The Truth About "Martin Luther King, Jr."

WHEN THE COMMUNISTS TOOK OVER a country, one of the first things that they did was to confiscate all the privately-held weapons, to deny the people the physical ability to resist tyranny. But even more insidious than the theft of the people's weapons was the theft of their history. Official Communist "historians" rewrote history to fit the current party line. In many countries, revered national heroes were excised from the history books, or their real deeds were distorted to fit Communist ideology, and Communist killers and criminals were converted into official "saints." Holidays were declared in honor of the beasts who murdered countless nations.

Did you know that much the same process has occurred right here in America?

Every January, the media go into a kind of almost spastic frenzy of adulation for the so-called "Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr." King has even had a national holiday declared in his honor, an honor accorded to no other American, not Washington, not Jefferson, not Lincoln. (Washington and Lincoln no longer have holidays -- they share the generic-sounding "President's Day.") A liberal judge has sealed the FBI files on King until the year 2027. What are they hiding? Let's take a look at this modern-day plastic god.

Born in 1929, King was the son of a Black preacher known at the time only as "Daddy King." "Daddy King" named his son Michael. In 1935, "Daddy King" had an inspiration to name himself after the Protestant reformer Martin Luther. He declared to his congregation that henceforth they were to refer to him as "Martin Luther King" and to his son as "Martin Luther King, Jr." None of this name changing was ever legalized in court. "Daddy" King's son's real name is to this day Michael King.

King's Brazen Cheating

We read in Michael Hoffman's "Holiday for a Cheater":

The first public sermon that King ever gave, in 1947 at the Ebenezer Baptist Church, was plagiarized from a homily by Protestant clergyman Harry Emerson Fosdick entitled "Life is What You Make It," according to the testimony of King's best friend of that time, Reverend Larry H. Williams.

The first book that King wrote, "Stride Toward Freedom, - -was plagiarized from numerous sources, all unattributed, according to documentation recently assembled by sympathetic King scholars Keith D. Miller, Ira G. Zepp, Jr., and David J. Garrow.

And no less an authoritative source than the four senior editors of "The Papers of Martin Luther King, Jr.- - (an official publication of the Martin Luther King Center for Nonviolent Social Change, Inc., whose staff includes King's widow Coretta), stated of King's writings at both Boston University and Crozer Theological Seminary: "Judged retroactively by the standards of academic scholarship, [his writings] are tragically flawed by numerous instances of plagiarism.... Appropriated passages are particularly evident in his writings in his major field of graduate study, systematic theology."

King's essay, "The Place of Reason and Experience in Finding God," written at Crozer, pirated passages from the work of theologian Edgar S. Brightman, author of "The Finding of God."

Another of King's theses, "Contemporary Continental Theology," written shortly after he entered Boston University, was largely stolen from a book by Walter Marshall Horton.

King's doctoral dissertation, "A Comparison of the Conceptions of God in the Thinking of Paul Tillich and Harry Nelson Wieman," for which he was awarded a PhD in theology, contains more than fifty complete sentences plagiarized from the PhD dissertation of Dr. Jack Boozer, "The Place of Reason in Paul Tillich's Concept of God."

According to "The Martin Luther King Papers", in King's dissertation "only 49 per cent of sentences in the section on Tillich contain five or more words that were King's own...."!

In "The Journal of American History", June 1991, page 87, David J. Garrow, a leftist academic who is sympathetic to King, says that King's wife, Coretta Scott King, who also served as his secretary, was an accomplice in his repeated cheating. ("King's Plagiarism: Imitation, Insecurity and Transformation," The Journal of American History, June 1991, p. 87)

Reading Garrow's article, one is led to the inescapable conclusion that King cheated because he had chosen for himself a political role in which a PhD would be useful, and, lacking the intellectual ability to obtain the title fairly, went after it by any means necessary. Why, then, one might ask, did the professors at Crozer Theological Seminary and Boston University grant him passing grades and a PhD? Garrow states on page 89: "King's academic compositions, especially at Boston University, were almost without exception little more than summary descriptions... and comparisons of other's writings. Nonetheless, the papers almost always received desirable letter grades, strongly suggesting that King's professors did not expect more...." The editors of "The Martin Luther King Jr. Papers" state that "...the failure of King's teachers to notice his pattern of textual appropriation is somewhat remarkable...."

But researcher Michael Hoffman tells us "...actually the malfeasance of the professors is not at all remarkable. King was politically correct, he was Black, and he had ambitions. The leftist [professors were] happy to award a doctorate to such a candidate no matter how much fraud was involved. Nor is it any wonder that it has taken forty years for the truth about King's record of nearly constant intellectual piracy to be made public."

Supposed scholars, who in reality shared King's vision of a racially mixed and Marxist America, purposely covered up his cheating for decades. The cover-up still continues. From the "New York Times" of October 11, 1991, page 15, we learn that on October 10th of that year, a committee of researchers at Boston University admitted that, "There is no question but that Dr. King plagiarized in the dissertation." However, despite its finding, the committee said that "No thought should be given to the revocation of Dr. King's doctoral degree," an action the panel said "would serve no purpose."

No purpose, indeed! Justice demands that, in light of his willful fraud as a student, the "reverend" and the "doctor" should be removed from King's name.

Communist Beliefs and Connections

Well friends, he is not a legitimate reverend, he is not a bona fide PhD, and his name isn't really "Martin Luther King, Jr." What's left? Just a sexual degenerate, an America-hating Communist, and a criminal betrayer of even the interests of his own people.

On Labor Day, 1957, a special meeting was attended by Martin Luther King and four others at a strange institution called the Highlander Folk School in Monteagle, Tennessee. The Highlander Folk School was a Communist front, having been founded by Myles Horton (Communist Party organizer for Tennessee) and Don West (Communist Party organizer for North Carolina). The leaders of this meeting with King were the aforementioned Horton and West, along with Abner Berry and James Dumbrowski, all open and acknowledged members of the Communist Party, USA. The agenda of the meeting was a plan to tour the Southern states to initiate demonstrations and riots.

From 1955 to 1960, Martin Luther King's associate, advisor, and personal secretary was one Bayard Rustin. In 1936 Rustin joined the Young Communist League at New York City College. Convicted of draft-dodging, he went to prison for two years in 1944. On January 23, 1953 the "Los Angeles Times" reported his conviction and sentencing to jail for 60 days for lewd vagrancy and homosexual perversion. Rustin attended the 16th Convention of the Communist Party, USA in February, 1957. One month later, he and King founded the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, or SCLC for short. The president of the SCLC was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The vice-president of the SCLC was the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth, who was also the president of an identified Communist front known as the Southern Conference Educational Fund, an organization whose field director, a Mr. Carl Braden, was simultaneously a national sponsor of the Fair Play for Cuba Committee, of which you may have heard. The program director of the SCLC was the Reverend Andrew Young, in more recent years Jimmy Carter's ambassador to the UN and mayor of Atlanta. Young, by the way, was trained at the Highlander Folk School, previously mentioned.

Soon after returning from a trip to Moscow in 1958, Rustin organized the first of King's famous marches on Washington. The official organ of the Communist Party, "The Worker,- - openly declared the march to be a Communist project. Although he left King's employ as secretary in 1961, Rustin was called upon by King to be second in command of the much larger march on Washington which took place on August 28, 1963.

Bayard Rustin's replacement in 1961 as secretary and advisor to King was Jack O'Dell, also known as Hunter Pitts O'Dell. According to official records, in 1962 Jack O'Dell was a member of the National Committee of the Communist Party, USA. He had been listed as a Communist Party member as early as 1956. O'Dell was also given the job of acting executive director for SCLC activities for the entire Southeast, according to the St. Louis "Globe-Democrat - -of October 26, 1962. At that time, there were still some patriots in the press corps, and word of O'Dell's party membership became known.

What did King do? Shortly after the negative news reports, King fired O'Dell with much fanfare. And he then, without the fanfare, "immediately hired him again- - as director of the New York office of the SCLC, as confirmed by the "Richmond News-Leader - -of September 27, 1963. In 1963 a Black man from Monroe, North Carolina named Robert Williams made a trip to Peking, China. Exactly 20 days before King's 1963 march on Washington, Williams successfully urged Mao Tse-Tung to speak out on behalf of King's movement. Mr. Williams was also around this time maintaining his primary residence in Cuba, from which he made regular broadcasts to the southern US, three times a week, from high-power AM transmitters in Havana under the title "Radio Free Dixie." In these broadcasts, he urged violent attacks by Blacks against White Americans.

During this period, Williams wrote a book entitled "Negroes With Guns." The writer of the foreword for this book? None other than Martin Luther King, Jr. It is also interesting to note that the editors and publishers of this book were to a man all supporters of the infamous Fair Play for Cuba Committee.

According to King's biographer and sympathizer David J. Garrow, "King privately described himself as a Marxist." In his 1981 book, "The FBI and Martin Luther King, Jr.", Garrow quotes King as saying in SCLC staff meetings, "...we have moved into a new era, which must be an era of revolution.... The whole structure of American life must be changed.... We are engaged in the class struggle."

Jewish Communist Stanley Levison can best be described as King's behind-the-scenes "handler." Levison, who had for years been in charge of the secret funnelling of Soviet funds to the Communist Party, USA, was King's mentor and was actually the brains behind many of King's more successful ploys. It was Levison who edited King's book, "Stride Toward Freedom." It was Levison who arranged for a publisher. Levison even prepared King's income tax returns! It was Levison who really controlled the fund-raising and agitation activities of the SCLC. Levison wrote many of King's speeches. King described Levison as one of his "closest friends."

FBI: King Bought Sex With SCLC Money

The Federal Bureau of Investigation had for many years been aware of Stanley Levison's Communist activities. It was Levison's close association with King that brought about the initial FBI interest in King.

Lest you be tempted to believe the controlled media's lie about "racists" in the FBI being out to "get" King, you should be aware that the man most responsible for the FBI's probe of King was Assistant Director William C. Sullivan. Sullivan describes himself as a liberal, and says that initially "I was one hundred per cent for King...because I saw him as an effective and badly needed leader for the Black people in their desire for civil rights." The probe of King not only confirmed their suspicions about King's Communist beliefs and associations, but it also revealed King to be a despicable hypocrite, an immoral degenerate, and a worthless charlatan.

According to Assistant Director Sullivan, who had direct access to the surveillance files on King which are denied the American people, King had embezzled or misapplied substantial amounts of money contributed to the "civil rights" movement. King used SCLC funds to pay for liquor, and numerous prostitutes both Black and White, who were brought to his hotel rooms, often two at a time, for drunken sex parties which sometimes lasted for several days. These types of activities were the norm for King's speaking and organizing tours.

In fact, an outfit called The National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee, which is putting on display the two bedrooms from the Lorraine Motel where King stayed the night before he was shot, has declined to depict in any way the "occupants - -of those rooms. That "according to exhibit designer Gerard Eisterhold "would be "close to blasphemy." The reason? Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. spent his last night on Earth having sex with two women at the motel and physically beating and abusing a third.

Sullivan also stated that King had alienated the affections of numerous married women. According to Sullivan, who in 30 years with the Bureau hadáseen everything there was to be seen of the seamy side of life, King was one of only seven people he had ever encountered who was such a total degenerate.

Noting the violence that almost invariably attended King's supposedly "non-violent" marches, Sullivan's probe revealed a very different King from the carefully crafted public image. King welcomed members of many different Black groups as members of his SCLC, many of them advocates and practitioners of violence. King's only admonition on the subject was that they should embrace "tactical nonviolence."

Sullivan also relates an incident in which King met in a financial conference with Communist Party representatives, not knowing that one of the participants was an infiltrator actually working for the FBI.

J. Edgar Hoover personally saw to it that documented information on King's Communist connections was provided to the President and to Congress. And conclusive information from FBI files was also provided to major newspapers and news wire services. But were the American people informed of King's real nature? No, for even in the 1960s, the fix was in "the controlled media and the bought politicians were bound and determined to push their racial mixing program on America. King was their man and nothing was going to get in their way. With a few minor exceptions, these facts have been kept from the American people. The pro-King propaganda machine grinds on, and it is even reported that a serious proposal has been made to add some of King's writings as a new book in the Bible.

Ladies and gentlemen, the purpose of this radio program is far greater than to prove to you the immorality and subversion of this man called King. I want you to start to think for yourselves. I want you to consider this: What are the forces and motivation behind the controlled media's active promotion of King? What does it tell you about our politicians when you see them, almost without exception, falling all over themselves to honor King as a national hero? What does it tell you about our society when any public criticism of this moral leper and Communist functionary is considered grounds for dismissal? What does it tell you about the controlled media when you see how they have successfully suppressed the truth and held out a picture of King that can only be described as a colossal lie? You need to think, my fellow Americans. You desperately need to wake up.


1. The Papers of Martin Luther King, Jr.- - (an official publication of the Martin Luther King Center for Nonviolent Social Change).

2. "King's Plagiarism: Imitation, Insecurity and Transformation," The Journal of American History, June 1991, p. 87) David J. Garrow

3. New York Times" of October 11, 1991, page 15.

4. "The FBI and Martin Luther King, Jr.", David J. Garrow, (1981).

5. "And the walls came tumbling down," Rev. Ralph Abernathy (1989)

daily douche for tuesday....

Jim(no way i should be in the hall of fame) Rice
and....he's a biiotch!

Rice Annoyed At Yanks Spending

Jim Rice rips into the Yankees. Via David Lennon -

The complaint is not a new one. With the Yankees spending nearly half a billion dollars on three players this offseason - CC Sabathia, A.J. Burnett and Mark Teixeira - it is hardly a surprise that the Steinbrenner family again is being blamed for squashing any remaining bits of baseball’s alleged competitive balance.

And it’s not just the salary-cap chorus that was heard coming from the owners’ meetings this past week in Paradise Valley. With mind-numbing contracts still being handed out in the Bronx despite a flat-lining economy, such talk was to be expected.

It’s debatable whether the Yankees’ practice of buying the sport’s premier players is actually bad for baseball. What they pay in luxury tax is helping to keep other owners rich in Kansas City and Pittsburgh, though those teams remain perennial bottom-feeders.

But it was interesting to hear Jim Rice, finally elected to the Hall of Fame after a 15-year wait, blame George Steinbrenner’s checkbook for The Curse of the Bambino. When asked about Boston’s failure to win a World Series during his career - 1975 to 1989 - up to the Bambino-busting 2004 season, Rice pointed directly to the Bronx.

“During that time, Steinbrenner spent more money than the Red Sox,” Rice said. “He had more free agents. So when you get the best free agents, and you get the superstars from other ballclubs, that’s what made you have a better team. The more money you can spend, the better you should get.”

Even now, Rice remains annoyed by the Yankees’ habit of throwing money at their problems. Not surprisingly, he lauds Red Sox general manager Theo Epstein for doing things the right way. “If you look at the Red Sox now, you see them bringing guys up in the organization,” he said. “That’s why Theo has been the person he’s been over the last couple of years. He’ll bring young kids up and stay within the organization.

“The Yankees haven’t won in the last eight years. What do they do? They go out and buy high-priced players in the hope to get back the winning percentage they had 10 years ago.”

Of course, had the Red Sox signed Mark Teixeira, I doubt we’d be hearing this from Mr. Rice…

Sunday, January 18, 2009

douches wild.....

or double douches..
for today and monday...
a pic says it all!!

a great read on two of my and baseball...

Who's On First?

Beck is as close as I will designate to a "cultural institution" in my lifetime. From the quintessential quality of "Loser" to the seminal sissynecking of "Odelay" the man has never misfired. With all of his genius, I never thought Beck could take a backseat to anybody. That was until I went upstairs at the State Theater.

Right before Beck took the stage last night my lovely girlfriend Malissa asked if we could sit down for Beck's set. I ache at the slightest spell of standing up, so I was happy to oblige. As we scouted seats and finally sat down on the mezzanine level, section D, I was dumbstruck at whom we were sitting behind.

In front of us, in all his bald-headed glory was Kirk Gibson.

Now some of you may not know this name, but to those of you who are not faithful Detroiters or above-average baseball fans, Kirk Gibson was a quintessential member of the Detroit Tigers in the 1980s. This may seem as no big deal, but as a young chap baseball was my passion, only to be replaced with music around the age of 12.

I spent 90 percent of my childhood summers playing baseball and the rest stuck on I-94 in between games of baseball. I read box scores, kept my own personal statistics and bought packs of baseball cards like it was all that was keeping me alive. For all I know, it was.

You see, my dad was a baseball coach... still is in fact. Morris Blackwell is a fixture on Detroit baseball diamonds for the past five decades. He used to work at Tiger Stadium when he was in college. He claims he was the one who wheeled 3,007 silver dollars onto the field as the club awarded Al Kaline one for each hit of his career.

My father's labor stint at the stadium meant he would never resort to buying tickets for a game at the Corner (of Michigan and Trumbull, i.e. Tiger Stadium for those of you who don't know). Instead, we'd go to the crew entrance and wait for someone he knew to walk by and get them to sneak us in. This enraged my mother to no end, but she never came to games with us anyways.

But back to the point, my father's love of the game was faithfully instilled in me at a young age, a love that I was proud to live and carry on every time I recited the infield fly-rule. I, sometimes to my chagrin, played on his teams and he, much to the test of his temper, coached me. It is by far the most precious time a father and son can spend together.

Little things about baseball just take me back... the gravel dust smell of your bat bag, a cheekful of watermelon-flavored Big League Chew, the fresh cut grass on the fields you played (Clark Park's small diamond, almost exclusively) to the hassle of stirrups that never stayed up over your calves. Looking back at these memories, Kirk Gibson seems to magically appear as if he was always there.

So as I sat there, awaiting the Guero himself to take the stage, I couldn't help but be distracted. For chrissakes it was Kirk Gibson in front of me! The rest of the show would find me racking my brain and realizing that Gibby and Beck shared a lot of similarities in relation to my life.

• Kirk Gibson was the first famous person I ever met. On December 23, 1988, my brother and I walked the two blocks from our home to Jim Saros Realtors where Gibby, Dave Rozema, Dan Petry and Dave Bergman were signing autographs and posing for photos. We were given a Polaroid of the meeting. It stood on my bedroom dresser for a few years.

• I met Beck in Ann Arbor in 2002 after he played an emotionally stirring acoustic show. He didn't have much to say, (I guess Gibby didn't either). There are no photos of us together. I would meet Beck a few more times in later years and even go to a party at his house, where his wife served delicious snickerdoodles.
• Beck wrote "Loser" a song that supposedly defines my generation. After you hear a claim like that enough, people begin to believe it whether or not it is anywhere near the truth. I say screw that... I think that Odelay is the most important album of the '90s, a free-spirited and ambitious response to his being tagged a "slacker" that produced arguably the best music videos and best album artwork of the decade. The fact that he turned down a six-figure offer from Pepsi to license "Where It's At" only makes it all the sweeter. The fact that "Where It's At" the first single off the album and arguably the best song on the disc is track six makes it that much cooler. Odelay has better (and more legal) sampling than Paul's Boutique and explores far more musical genres successfully than anything else in recent memory. And I think Beck himself knows this, as his latest album Guero is, in regards to Beck albums, essentially "Odelay 2."

• Gibby hit two homeruns to clinch the title for the Tigers in Game 5 of the 1984 World Series. He was immortalized on the front page of the Detroit Free Press with his fists in the air with the headline "Gr-r-reat!"

This broadsheet would later be canonized in the form of a glossy poster. Somehow a stack of 50 ended up at my house (my dad could work miracles). It would be on my bedroom wall for quite some time. The moment itself would be considered one of the only bright spots for Detroit in the 1980s (next to crack cocaine, the emergence of Japanese automobiles and Devil's Night) and even though I was too young to remember 1984, I definitely longed for its days, even if it was only for a winning baseball team. Within Detroit, 1984 was viewed as a pinnacle, a time within recent memory (not necessarily mine) where things seemed to be all right.

And this is still evident today in Detroit. You're not a true hipster in town if you don't have a vintage '84 Tigers t-shirt. I found a suitcase full of 'em at a flea market three years ago. Never worn. Three bucks a piece. It was heaven. I began handing them out to friends "Can't be in the scene without a Tigers t-shirt, they may think you're from Toledo." It's one of the few vintage t-shirts that seems to transcend irony, where people can agree "Yeah, the '84 Tigers... they were badass!" And there's never been a better professional baseball logo then the old Tiger with those hypnotizing eyes. That shit is scary.

The way this city pined for 1984 was truly hilarious. My brother's kindergarten class composite photo included a board that read "Stay Alive in '85." The next season hadn't even started and all we were asking was for the team to merely not die.

• Kirk Gibson was never a fan favorite on the Tigers. That spot was always reserved for Alan Trammell. Gibby refused to sing autographs and was often rude to the media. But you couldn't deny the guy on the field, he consistently delivered. Gibby was Fonzie while Tram was Richie Cunningham. No more proof is needed when you see Tram was picked to manage the Tigers while Gibby barely made it as a hitting coach.

Likewise, no matter how long he's around, Beck will always be slightly overshadowed (in my mind at least) by Kurt Cobain. Kurt had the biggest influence on the 1990s, even if he was dead for more than half the decade. Nevertheless, Beck could kill a hooker and hijack a plane to Cuba and he'll still always be seen as not as badass as Kurt Cobain.

• • My best friend in grade school, Rob Topolewski, is by far the biggest Kirk Gibson fan in the world. He had numerous items in his bedroom autographed by Gibby (always the same too, "To Rob, my best, Kirk Gibson"). At the same Jim Saros signing my brother and I attended, Rob showed up too. But he showed up with a Los Angeles Dodgers jersey.

You see, this is considered "quirky" for a first grader because in one of the tragedies of free agency Gibby went to the Dodgers in 1988. Rob, being a loyal fan, simply showed his support for Kirk by getting the jersey for Gibby's new team. I understood it wholeheartedly (especially as a 6-year-old) and probably would have done the same thing if I were his biggest fan. But adults don't seem to get that... Rob's picture with Gibby made it into the Detroit Free Press the next day.

• My good friends the Whirldwind Heat are all rabid Beck fans, moreso than I could ever be. They covered his obscure b-side "Fume" as the b-side to one of their own singles and almost got Beck to play on their debut album (apparently his major label contract made the possibility messy on the legal end). First impression on seeing them live back in 2000 was that lead singer David Swanson seemed to be pulling a little too many tricks from Beck's on-stage persona. Hell, Whirlwind Heat was opening for Beck on this night at the State Theater and would end up on stage jamming with him for the encore of "E-Pro."

• I often cite Beck's show at Pine Knob on June 2, 1998 as a defining moment of my teenage years. My newfound friend Alan Truhan had just gotten his license and was looking for excuses to drive, a Beck concert a half-hour away being the perfect example. The show was my first exposure to pure fucking showmanship... it was as close to James Brown live at the Apollo that a poor white boy like me will ever get. The show was on one of the final legs of touring for Odelay, but Beck's set was nothing short of sensational and was a prime example of how you can make one kid in a 15,000-seat amphitheater feel that the show is only happening for him.

• Without fail, any person close to my age and doing anything creative in this city now seems to have attended that show. That has proven itself time and time again. It's a gauge for me... if I meet some 23 years old from the Detroit area and they weren't at that show, I begin to question how in touch they actually are. Knowing that myself and a couple thousand other youths watched this show together, that idea of a shared moment, really feels significant and pivotal.

• Kirk Gibson was the force behind the most inspiring moment in baseball history. Game 1 of the 1988 World Series found Gibby pinch-hitting with two outs in the bottom of the ninth. He'd been kept out of the starting line-up with a leg injury and was visibly in pain with each swing. Facing the Oakland Athletics' Dennis Eckersley, hands-down the league's best closer at the time, Gibby sends a 3-2 pitch over the right field wall to end the game. He hobbled the bases and pumped his fists. It was his only at-bat of the series. Watching replays of it more than 15 years after it happened it still gives me chills (the only other sports related moment to replicate this feeling is the final fight sequence from The Karate Kid).

• The above-mentioned situation is, without fail, the most imagined hypothetical moment in front yard baseball for any kid. When Gibby put that ball over the fence, there were millions (dads, kids... anyone who ever cared about the sport) who all thought "Holy shit... I practiced that exact same play 20,000 times on my lawn when I was 8-years-old." And it transcends baseball and can be applied to any sport. The idea of stepping in at the last minute, a little weary, to save the day... shit, that's America for you.

• My first time singing karaoke was Beck's "New Pollution." It was a Mexican cowboy bar in Grant's Pass, Ore. and there were whispers around that our table (containing the rest of the Dirtbombs and our label mates the Ponys) "was fags." I even broke my self-imposed vow of temperance and took a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves (never mind that I smeared myself with peanut butter on stage not two weeks before... ). Karaoke is weird, especially considering the fact that I don't think that it's weird when I take the mic and sing with the Dirtbombs. Either way, I busted out my Beck-inspired dance moves and got roaring applause... even if it was only from the Ponys and Dirtbombs. I'd forgot what I did most every day (play in a rock band, duh) and it felt exciting to channel a rock star and live vicariously through their song.

As I dwell on both subjects, it becomes very clear that I identify them with different periods in my life. Gibby is my youth, when all I needed was a ball and a mitt. But deeper than that, I associate Gibby with my father, at a time when he and my mother were still together, when my life was baseball and so was his. It was a time in my life of unparalleled happiness, when the world and its possibilities felt endless. Not only did I really think I could become a professional baseball player, I had to be one, there was just no other option. As much as I'd like to deny it, something kinda changes when your parents separate, especially when you never even consider it a possibility beforehand. As I think back, it seems that my love of baseball is what started to wane when my parent's marriage did.

Beck is me now, and even more, I associate Beck with my Uncle Jack. Forget that Jack played on Guero and all that crap, it's the idea of Beck that I associate with my Uncle Jack. It's the concept of forging your own path in life, not worrying about what other people expect of you, things that I glean from my uncle that I also seem to be able to attribute to Beck. The fact that life sometimes contains disappointments and sadness is clear with Beck (just listen to Sea Change) and has been explained and displayed to me via my uncle. At the same time, the idea that the world is vast sea of possibilities where anything can and will happen is my Uncle Jack's life story.

Just as both Beck and Kirk Gibson hold equal weight as far as significance in my life, my dad and Uncle Jack too both hold equal responsibility in instilling values and appreciations with me while I was still impressionable. While I may have dedicated my life (by this point, at least) to music, I can look back to my time playing and following baseball with unequaled longing and nostalgia. Just as Midnite Vultures will forever be the soundtrack to van tours with the White Stripes, Kirk Gibson will be the guy in the back of my mind when I was 6 years old standing on second base.

Anyway, the Beck show was solid... the tracks off Guero worked well and although his band seemed to be hobbled together they managed to click on a few instances, especially on their dinner table percussion accompaniment of "Clap Hands." Of course, the songs off "Odelay" were impeccable and the highlight of the show would have to be the ten-foot tall ghettoblaster descending from the ceiling during "Where It's At". Gibby left during a solo acoustic song. I didn't say anything to him. I'm glad I didn't. Some things are best left in the past.

—Ben Blackwell
October 2005

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