I Guess They Thought “Reality-Check Yourself”
August 17, 2009
wasn’t as catchy. And now there is some sort of legal language that suggest we shouldn’t identify the people we’re ratting out on the snitch site.
Okay, I won’t. I will, however, send them a note to the effect that my stepmother, who complains about the “disinformation” out there, still thinks that coverage will increase—and costs will go down at the same time.
Sosome people do believe in the “Candyland” version of healthcare reform. Know why?—because they want to believe. It all comes down to that.
And, yes: yes, I did hear Jim Ladd talking about this with Grace Slick on KLOS last Friday night, and the two laughed idiotically at how idiotic those who disagree with them are. I couldn’t take more than ten minutes or so before I threw a CD into the stereo—fast, without looking at the label. It turned out to be a motivational tape on selling by Brian Tracy. Much, much better than Ladd and Slick linking the world of the prereational/artistic to the notion that we’ve somehow now transcended all the laws of economics. Man.
So: realitycheck@whitehouse.gov is the new snitch line at the White House. Have fun.
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August 17th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
As the Tick said I’m about to write you a reality check! Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth?
August 18th, 2009 at 6:29 am
What a relief. I was wondering who to forward the 2044 remaining spam e mails I had left to.
August 18th, 2009 at 9:12 am
I read Grace’s ghostwritten autobiography. Born a rich girl, spoiled by her parents, stumbled into instant success as a (cough) singer. I never read about a more clueless, narcissitic asshole in my life. She thinks we should all have craftsman-handmade furniture, and live this idyllic agrarian life.
She was in town a few years ago showing her artwork (verdict: no one would buy it if it wasn’t by “Grace Slick.”). She was sitting off to the side at a table, with a bodyguard blocking access unless you bought something expensive. Later we were walking down a hallway in the building, and here came Grace with her minder. My wife said, quite loudly, “She may be a stuck-up bitch, but it’s cool to be this close to someone who fucked Jim Morrison.” That, at least, got a smile and a giggle out of her.