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January 5, 2007
As a Two-Double-0-7, this is going to be an exemplary year, don’t you think? Perhaps we’ll all be stirred, not shaken, and find some courtly manners to display where there were none before. Perhaps mankind will discover anew the satisfaction of living with ethics and thoughtfulness to others. Perhaps we can prevent the bad guys from winning.
And speaking of Double-0-7, I was fairly shocked to read the movie review of “Casino Royale” in last November 23rd’s
Atlanta Journal and Constitution. Eleanor Ringel Gillespie
gave it an A-. Gay Wiley Shook gave it about a D. ERG was quite effusive in her praise of the non-acting talent of
Daniel Craig
, who is the new James Bond character, evidently liking all those close-up camera shots of him being craggy (and that was about it). It probably wasn’t his fault that the film didn’t go together very well; it took almost half an hour before the story line was even evident. Had to get through a fearsome long slug of awful violence first. I have read everything
Ian Fleming
ever had published, and I wasn’t sure this was his! He’s probably whirling in his grave at what the movie producers have done to his work. I need to get hold of the book again and check this. It seemed to me that the violence the directors handed over to us was just terrible and for its own sake only. I am decidedly not a fan of violence; in fact, I spent a good part of “Casino Royale” looking at my lap or with my eyes closed, invoking my trusty principle of: “What the eye doesn’t see, the mind doesn’t ponder.” I did notice that even though he got pummeled and nearly killed, James Bond didn’t appear to bruise. Cuts miraculously disappeared by the next scene.
Why the eight and nine-year old kids in the audience needed to see James Bond being tortured naked while tied up to a chair is absolutely beyond me. No wonder kids grow up weird! If we throw garbage into their psyches, we’ll surely get garbage back out as we are already finding out. So, my recommendation is to read the book instead of sinking money into this endlessly long and very violent movie. If you do go see it, please leave your children at home with the babysitter. Show them all this violence and they’ll certainly need therapy later, probably for a very long time.
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Well, isn’t this
special? The Gwinnett County police and district attorney have busted a prostitution operation behind the Keep Out the Riffraff gates of snoot-filled Sugarloaf Country Club. I looked at the photos online of this so-called ex-Penthouse pet,
Lisa Taylor
, and her buddy, Nicole Probert
, and had to shake my head. Nasty Nicole’s photo could probably curdle butter, poor thing. Taylor’s looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet, as we say down South, and that’s being nice; she could get to Asia with those huge bags she’s carrying under her eyes! Sex and drugs must be very hard work indeed. Those unfortunate johns had to have been wearing blinders or else those women had bags over their heads while engaging, which I guess wouldn’t matter to either party.
This morning, I would imagine that hundreds of housewives are asking their husbands just what
exactly is worth $10,000, which the newspapers all said was the top of the Sugarloaf skanks’ price list. I would also imagine that many of the nice neighbors in Sugarloaf and other pricey areas, which attract dubious and smarmy inhabitants who have tons of money, are wondering if they really want to live where they do.
Well, I’m staying tuned to this riveting story, waiting for our District Attorney
Danny Porter
to tell us a little more about the detailed client records his office has confiscated. We’d all like to see if those aliases do, indeed, hold up. I’m betting the farm on Porter. He’ll loosen up all those clenched sphincters, won’t he?
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As a Home Depot stockholder, I am glad ex-CEO
Bob Nardelli
is gone with the wind. That Board of Directors, however, allowed him to rape the company in a most disgraceful manner. Nobody asked
me to approve Nardelli’s walking out the door with that $210 million severance package. He really gave it to the shareholders, folks, and without the kiss! Thanks, Directors! I think you are all in fiduciary default. I’m still mad about what
Leo Mullin
took from Delta when he left. I thought Mullin should have given back all that golden parachute money and so did lots and lots of other people. What are these directors thinking?? It’s got be the lemming effect, my friends.
What, you might ask, would that lemming effect be? It is the human equivalent of the behavior in the animal kingdom of lemmings, which are stupid small furry rodents that engage in recurrent mass migrations which sometimes take them into the sea where they all drown. In humans, it is the cumulative result of not having even one person in the room who has the ethics and fortitude to stand up and say, “
This isn’t right!” to these indecent pay proposals. I am truly sorry not to agree with these dereliction-of-duty boards that allow their corporations to be robbed by sorry CEO’s on their nimble tap dance out the door. These lemming-like men and women in charge of these obscene exit packages need to reestablish contact with the real world. NOBODY is worth $210 million dollars. If you think anybody is, I would inquire, “And what have you been smoking?”
And speaking about pipe dreams, what else would you call DeKalb County’s CEO
Vernon Jones
thinking he can be a U.S. Senator? I fervently hope that snarky idea flies out the same window it flew in!
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Note to self: The three days immediately prior to Thanksgiving Day were wonderful for doing Christmas shopping and Christmas shipping. No crowds of people, plenty of parking, and my stress level was non-existent. I did not stand in one line this year. My husband and I also used the Internet extensively for shopping this year, with its free shipping feature. That’s nice when we are talking about shipping regulation-sized soccer goals! Christmas seems to have a life of its own as far as time management is concerned, however. Some years my holiday preparations just drag on at the speed of cold tar and in other years, like this one just past, things go together fast and well. Go figure.
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Our 40 days of Georgia’s General Assembly begin on January 8th. Let’s all see if our duly elected legislators can show us this year that they have enough sense to come in out of the rain. Let’s see if they can make us proud we live in Georgia.
Hope all is well and thanks for reading.
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