Archive for May 2011
HAPPY KENTUCKY DERBY DAY//Update: The Perfect Mint Julep//Update 1.1: Wait ’til Next Year
The 137th Kentucky Derby will be run tomorrow at Churchill Downs in Louisville. Up to twenty (depending on late scratches, such as UNCLE MO this morning) three-year olds will be racing a mile-and-a-quarter, the first time these young adults have been asked to go that far.
My money will be on DIALED IN (shown above winning the Florida Derby at Gulfstream Park on April 3), trained by the incomparable Nick Zito (upper right) and ridden by the brilliant Frenchman Julien Leparoux.
To celebrate Derby Weekend, I’m taking time off from my Sarah Palin watch.
I leave you instead with this story I wrote for Sports Illustrated in 1969 about my first Kentucky Derby, forty-eight years ago.
Enjoy the weekend! NBC will have live Derby coverage starting at 5 p.m. EDT tomorrow.
By the way, Nick Zito says Bin Laden deserved his fate. DIALED IN was not available for comment.
UPDATE:
Henry Watterson, founder of the Louisville Courier-Journal, and a man described almost a hundred years ago as “the last of the great personal journalists,” settled once and for all the debate about the recipe for the perfect mint julep. He wrote:
“Pluck the mint gently from its bed, just as the dew of the evening is about to form upon it. Select the choicer sprigs only, but do not rinse them. Prepare the simple syrup and measure out a half-tumbler of whiskey. Pour the whiskey into a well-frosted silver cup, throw the other ingredients away and drink the whiskey.”
UPDATE 1.1
That’s how it goes in racing. They are horses, not machines. DIALED IN never got into the race.
Who knows why? You’d have to ask him, and he ain’t talking.
But the Derby, won this year by ANIMAL KINGDOM, always produces good stories:
a) Graham Motion, the British trainer, learning early last week that his bigger horse, TOBY’S CORNER, hurt himself in training and could not run in the Derby–then saddling lesser light ANIMAL KINGDOM, who won at odds of 21-1.
b) John Velasquez, one of America’s top jockeys for the past decade, learning last week that his horse, probable favorite UNCLE MO, had diarrhea so bad that he had to be scratched from the race.
c) Robby Albarado, the regular rider for ANIMAL KINGDOM, getting thrown from a horse he was riding last week and being injured badly enough so that Motion had to find a new rider.
d) Motion, the day after UNCLE MO was scratched, signing the suddenly unhorsed Velasquez to take Albarado’s seat aboard ANIMAL KINGDOM.
Result: ANIMAL KINGDOM, Motion and Velasquez win. Albarado, nursing a broken nose, loses.
I hope Velasquez, a classy guy, will give Albarado a share of the $125,000 he’ll receive for his two minutes and two second display of expertise.
Why do I love horse racing? It’s like opera.
Why do I love opera? It’s like horse racing. Except in opera you know the winners and losers ahead of time.
And how is the Kentucky Derby like bad sex? Prolonged buildup, mounting anticipation, excitement cresting to fever pitch–and then in two minutes it’s all over.
Another Breitbart Twitterspat, alas…//UPDATE: further thoughts re Twitter
I happened by Twitter this afternoon and saw this:
jjmnolte
Shocka’: @joemcginniss aka creep who moved in next to Palin family, can only respond 2my column with lazy insults.
This was in response to my earlier post today Breitbart Blogger Says MSM Smearing Sarah, in which Mr. Nolte said Barbara Walters and Whoopi Goldberg were in the vanguard of a leftist conspiracy to undermine Sarah Palin’s bid for the presidency next year.
The way Palinists like Beck and Van Susteren have flocked around the words “creep” and “stalker” to describe my next-door neighborliness of last summer has interested me: it’s like–as Sarah does–they have to inject implications of deviant sexuality into any circumstance that displeases their queen.
So I replied to Mr. Nolte:
at least I didn’t stoop to name-calling.
Then he said:
What would you call you … who creeplily moved in next door to “study” a family? I’m open to suggestions
Then I said:
A journalist. I was writing a book about her. I did nothing to invade her or her family’s privacy. As THE ROGUE will show.
Then he said:
Well, you keep weaponizing children against political foes & forcing yer subjects to build fences, journalist.
Then I said:
I’m sorry, John, I didn’t understand that. I “keep weaponizing children?” You think I run a school for suicide bombers?
Then he said:
Wow. Playing dumb. Excellent retort!
Then I said:
Not “playing dumb” but even if I were, playing dumb is better than being dumb. Geronimo! Over & out.
Now, how useless was that? A waste of his time and mine. My publisher is urging me to twit, but I don’t see the point. Nobody changes anybody’s mind. What can anyone say in 140 characters that will add heft to the public discourse?
Seems to me Twitter is just a gimmick for show-offs. Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.
Over and out.
UPDATE:
I just checked Twitter again and saw that there are literally thousands of real-time comments about the utterly pointless Fox News GOP presidential debate in South Carolina tonight.
The whole thing is an exercise in futility because a) this is May 2011, not 2012 and b) of the likely “serious” GOP candidates only Pawlenty showed up.
So this is nothing but hot air filling cable air time. And I’d say the same if it were Democrats. This is a non-event deserving non-coverage.
But on Twitter? Thousands of people who must not have much to interest them in life are twittering back and forth about every syllable uttered.
It made me think of MacBeth in Act V, Scene V of MacBeth:
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
That’s how I see twitterers (myself included, when I succumb to the lure of the cheap thrill): strutters and fretters, full of sound (even if not always fury), signifying nothing.
Twitter is white noise. As in Don DeLillo’s classic 1985 novel, White Noise.
You can’t see it, smell it, feel it, taste it, or even actually hear it: but it’s all around you, consuming and absorbing you, without you even noticing that it’s rendering you dead to life, even while you think you’re still alive.
NYTimes says Sarah May Declare her Candidacy in Late Summer
Reporting on the no-shows at tonight’s Fox News GOP debate in South Carolina, Michael D. Shear writes that Sarah “has all the name recognition she needs, and money will be no problem once she throws the switch.” (emphasis added.)
Note: he said once she does, not if she does.
Shear also writes that “aides suggest she may wait till late summer before officially jumping in.”
Obviously, until someone declares a candidacy the fact of it is not a mathematical certainty. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a strong probability.
Sure, Sarah has faded badly since her disastrous post-Tuscon video. But it’s naive to think that she won’t rally at some point.
Take a look at stock market charts: a market can be in decline, even approaching free-fall, for months. Then for a combination of mysterious reasons–or in reaction to a totally unexpected event–it can turn on a dime and start to soar.
Political careers are like markets and economic cycles: they don’t go in the same direction forever.
Writing Sarah off at this point is wishful thinking.
As I’ve said: what’s yesterday’s breakfast today could be the main course tomorrow.
Here’s a tip: if you’re trading in Palin futures, buy low, sell high.
“Remember When We Cared?” I’m Afraid We Still Should
Alexandra Petri is a terrific young pundit-to-be, who stepped straight from Harvard (class of 2010) into an opinion blog at the Washington Post.
She doesn’t need my good wishes in order to succeed, but I extend them to her anyway. I’ve actually read some of the columns she wrote for the Harvard Crimson and have found her to be a clever writer with a keen wit. She’s a breath of fresh air in the flatulent opinion pages of the Post.. Bookmark her and read her: she’s a voice of the future.
But like many young artists, Ms. Petri lacks a sense of history–even recent history. As witness her most recent Post piece:
“Remember when we cared.”
It’s yet another argument that Sarah Palin doesn’t matter any more.
I hope Ms. Petri will be proven right, eventually, but the headline on her column: “Palin…Remember when we cared?” is premature.
Only last weekend, Ms. Petri’s own newspaper cared very much about Sarah.
Presumably, Ms. Petri has not yet been compromised to the extent that she would have attended the “after-parties” (why do I think of placental expulsion whenever I hear that term?) that followed the White House Correspondents’ annual dinner–which, by the way, the New York Times does not allow its reporters to attend–but had she done so, she would have learned that Sarah “Isn’t She Pretty, Isn’t She Nice?”” mattered very much to the WaPo reporters who were there.
Even Sarah’s dithering for fifteen seconds before naming Greta Van Susteren as the most influential journalist in America became news on many a website over the past couple of days.
The sad fact is that only a few days ago the Washington Post said Sarah stole the show at the biggest inside-beltway-insider-politico-media event of the year.
The time will come when we’ll remember–or not–those days or yore (and bore) when we cared about Sarah. But it’s not here yet, as I’m afraid the next few months will make clear.
So do the country a favor, Ms. Petri: don’t stop paying attention yet.
Sarah & Billy’s Boy Frank View Tornado Damage in Birmingham//UPDATE (with photos)
Sarah did inspect tornado damage in Birmingham today, in the company of Franklin Graham.
A brief video appears on the Samaritan’s Purse Facebook page.
I’m sure you’ll find it as moving as I did.
The whole thing was stage-managed by Graham’s organization (see Sarah’s sweatshirt), so nobody not
on the team got close enough to ask her any questions (i.e., “How much are you personally donating to this rebuilding effort?”)
I wonder how much more it will take before genuine, caring, true Christians have had enough.
UPDATE:
Samaritan’s Purse says:
“The Palins Pitch In.”
Sarah says, “It feels great to be working out here. I hope more people sign up with Samaritan’s Purse so they can be blessed like I am today.”
Pictures are worth thousands of words? I have nothing to add to these.
Sarah Says Obama “Pussy-Footing” by Not Releasing Bin Laden Pix//UPDATE
Joan Walsh at Salon wastes no time pointing out the emptiness of the head that tweeted that this afternoon.
The President quite rightly says, “We don’t trot this stuff out as trophies.”
But that’s not good enough for Sarah the Sadist. She wants proof that Navy SEALS really killed Bin Laden. Yeah, maybe Obama’s just “makin’ things up.”
For two whole days she couldn’t find anything to criticize about Obama’s leadership of this operation.
Now she has. She wants obscenely gory pictures to revel in. Choosing not to release such photos and footage must have been one of Obama’s easier recent decisions. No upside to it and it would inflame much of the Muslim world.
Sorry, Sarah: there’s an adult in the Oval Office.
But speaking of “proof”…..hmm, since you bring it up, how come you’re still “pussy-footing around” about documenting the details of Trig’s birth?
UPDATE:
Business Insider posts piece about Bin Laden compound photos spreading across the internet.
How can anyone think there is news value to publishing such photos? The dead bodies of people shot in the head at close range are, in a word, gruesome, no matter who they were, and no matter who the shooters were. Ask any homicide cop.
I link to a story about them here, which can lead you to the photos themselves, but I recommend that you not go there.
In writing four true-crime books, I’ve had to look at more crime scene and autopsy pictures than I ever wanted to. One would have been more than enough. I mention that these are now spreading virally because they are the “trophy” photos Sarah wanted President Obama to release.
Obama cannot stop these photos from spreading, but at least he had the decency and grace not to release them.
And Sarah calls that “pussy-footing?” I call it a) being humane, and b) as President, minimizing chances of retribution against American soldiers and civilians.
As several commenters have pointed out, if Sarah wants to look at photos of Muslims killed by gunfire she need only contact her young friend Jeremy Morlock.
Sarah to Console Tornado Survivors Today
Sarah said last night that she and Todd will travel to Birmingham today to offer solace to those who lost loved ones and property in the recent tornadoes.
“We want these folks in those parts to know that they are not alone in this time, and Americans come together in moments like this to help support and to rebuild,” she said.
I hope a Birmingham journalist will ask Sarah one simple question: “How much of the $100,000 fee you got last night for being Trig’s mother will you be donating to Alabama tornado victims?”
I doubt that the question will be asked (last night, Sarah took only pre-approved questions), but I think we know what the honest answer would be.
However, I’m sure Sarah’s inspirational words about how sometimes God has to tear down so He can build anew will do more to lift spirits than a mere cash donation.
But here’s another idea: I happen to know first-hand that Todd has a whole crew of fence-builders on call 24/7 in Wasilla. Maybe he could send them down for a couple of weeks to help with rebuilding? After all, I won’t be returning to Lake Lucille until September.
Incidentally, attendance at Sarah’s speech last night was estimated at between 150-200. Heck, when the crowd is that small, you don’t have to estimate: just count ’em.
God to Sarah: “A hundred and fifty is all you could draw? You’re wearin’ out your welcome, gal. Better go home.”