Herman Cain Sexual Harassment Allegations: GOP Candidate Faces Litany Of Questions (VIDEO)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN - it doesn't get scarier than politics!
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Obama Has Written Personal Checks To Struggling Americans

Before anyone posts a criticism, let them first cut a check to a needy American. He can't solve all the problems, he is not perfect, he screws up and he may wind up a one termer, but trying to make a difference with your own funds should be accepted in the manner given. Good for him.
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Susan Sarandon Calls Pope Benedict XVI A Nazi, 'Newsday' Report States

To me, the real point about Susan Sarandon calling the Pope a Nazi is FREEDOM OF SPEECH regardless of the content of that speech. It is a BASIC AMERICAN RIGHT protected by the CONSTITUTI­ON. Whether you agree with her or disagree with her or consider her just a celeb with a big mouth, as much as people who comment on this blog are free to express their opinion on any issue - so too should she be free to do so.



The reality, however, is that we have become one big PC nation under God that when anyone says anything remotely offensive, despite their right to do so, groups get up in arms, in this case the Catholics, the Jews, etc.. It is AMAZING that anyone can say ANYTHING at all given this state of PC enforcemen­t. And when you watch our government in action, pulled by political group agendas on all sides, even within the same party, as demonstrat­ed by the recent GOP Debates, you understand why progress does not get made in America (and why the word progress is opposite to the word Congress.)
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A SHORT STORY TO START YOUR WEEK - ENJOY

A short story I wrote to start your week – click through at the end to read the rest – download as a PDF file. Enjoy and happy Monday.

On Deck
by Andre Gensburger

She sat demure, blond hair straight down, mid back length, smooth legs outstretched. Daniel didn't have a name for her yet, was almost ready to settle on Karen-she looked like a Karen, pale skin, soft features, eyes made up to stand out, foundation hiding freckles, white and tight T-shirt, revealing curves. There was no doubt she was pretty, Daniel thought and he had seen her every day for the two weeks he'd been coming to the skate park, watching from the air-conditioned comfort of his car parked few feet away by the chain link that separated the skate park from dirt parking area.

Karen had seen him, had gotten in the habit of looking his way every quarter hour or so, making eye contact for a second before looking elsewhere. She was seated on the grass in the shade thrown down by the pylons and concrete tracks of the BART system, oblivious to the trains scraping past, the sound  blending with the grinding of skate board lips onto metallic wrapping on concrete walls and steps.

Karen had two boys, Jason and Sam, real names he had heard when Karen had called to them. Both boys about 12 years old and Karen barely 30-she had lost her virginity young and lost the father moments after the pregnancy test glowed pink. There was no dad, no wedding ring, and she had the look of someone who had given up expecting a man to take her from the difficulty of single parenthood.

“You will not," Karen said loudly. Jason and Sam were laughing. Daniel couldn't determine why, but from his car he smiled along with them-their tone was infectious. As if on cue she looked his way but only in passing.

The skate park was relatively new, a good edition for Concord, a generally drab city in need of creative outlets for youths. The designers had done well, a series of bowls, half pipes, and steps with walls to keep all level of skaters happy. The grassy area allowed a reprieve from the extreme California sun.

“I wouldn't let my boxers hang out like that," Jason teased. He was the more sensible of the two boys, slightly older, tall, almost six-foot, lanky and gawky, yet with a certain grace to his movements when he skated. In a single movement he lunged forward dropping his board into a roll and casually stepping onto it, body leaning forward ever so slightly, arms by his side, palms facing back.

At the other end of the park his friends were taking a break, lined up in order like sparrows on a telephone line or mosquito shaped Harriet Jump jets stretched on the deck of an aircraft carrier waiting for the attack command.

Jason did a spin and landed on his ass, pants dropping, and underwear showing. He pulled them up, accepted a few high-fives for the attempt and assumed this place on deck. Friends didn't need words.

“Mom, come skate with me," Sam shouted. Karen smiled, shook her head then looked at Daniel who pretended not to have noticed. He envied her, enjoyed their visits. Sam reminded him of Alex, his own son. Such regrets are not correctable, Daniel reminded himself. All he could do was hold the memory.

Karen had accepted him as a fixture in her day, in a way beyond words. He had thought about getting out of the car and actually talking to her, but he knew that he might never return if he did, would learn that she was not as he had imagined, and worse, that she might not have been so accepting of him, after all, a man, alone, parked in a car at a kids’ skate park is definitive cause for concern. Of course it was all open for interpretation as he had no way to know for sure short of actually asking her what she thought.

It was only when a skateboard sailed across the chain link fence and smashed into his hood, indenting before falling to the floor that the decision was made for him…

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Story © 2011 Andre Gensburger/MisterWriter LLC
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CALIFORNICATION ISSUES PREVAIL

The whole concept is absurd. Sexual orientation has no place in any venue. Perhaps my doctor should not do surgery on me because he is gay. Or perhaps, if I am gay, I should demand a gay only surgeon. The merits of history, aside from being a tale told by the victors and not the losers, is that sexual orientation played no part in the outcome. In other words, no one f*****d their way to victory, straight or gay.

"Contributions" is such a lame word. It is a contribution at a sperm bank and a contribution at a blood bank, but sexual orientation did not contribute to any battle plan, any war, any great escape, just as it should play no part in the military today, should be no label worn in pride or concern, no closets and no friggin parades. I will never ask my neighbor with whom they have sex and expect that I will never be judged on the color or my underwear.

The fact that this is even a topic is about as Californication as this country gets. For a state that is broker than broke, cannot pay teachers decent wages, cannot fix education, restore stolen redevelopment funds to cities, cannot provide affordable health care and cannot stop the flood of illegals, won't enforce English as a primary language in an English-based country, they sure have time to investigate stuff like this. Say what you will about the sexual orientation issue; it is bullshit pure and simple.

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'UFO Phil' Plans To Build UFO Gas Station On Alcatraz Island

Um- Stargate - pyramid landing posts - aliens not so nice! Nice outfit Phil. Would work better with a cape of gold, I think. Hollywood sign is an excellent "back up" or is that "back lot?" June 10, 2012 for the live concert. Good timing before we all die in December. Perhaps Elvis can attend. And Phil has a network radio show - what more could there be? God I love stories like this. They make me feel so...norma­l! The problem is, Phil that the aliens told me it was June 9 for the show, the one pylon won't do the trick and the backup spot has been moved because there are too many hookers in Hollywood. They are shooting for Iowa now. The National Park Service won't approve the plan because fundamenta­lly they like things not to change much in the national parks and frankly, an alien landing will just trash the place. And as for the free energy, did you ever watch the Twilight Zone episode called "To Serve Man?" Perhaps you should. But I like the outfit - looks good on a bald guy like myself for the ABBA reunion.
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DARE TO DREAM - GREAT IF I COULD SLEEP

Sleep is so vastly overrated. You need it and you want it, but then it comes in flavors designed to thoroughly piss you off. Case in point; weird dreams that wake me at 3 a.m. and leave me stuck in that nether world where the reality of the dream and the wish to fall asleep clash in some dysfunctional symphony that has no beginning and no end.

I awaken tired. Something is wrong. Was it the alcohol? The wine? Was it David Letterman causing neurons to fire off - no since I fall asleep on the monologue - no offense Dave. Perhaps the dogs barking - except that was in the dream.

Maybe it is another sign of aging - like there are so few signs that aging is taking place. Well, in one dream I looked in the mirror and was notably younger, but even better, my hair was growing back! I was displeased later that morning.

Whatever it is, if I get up the night is done. If I lie in bed, the night drags on, more disjointed thoughts that blend in that quasi lucid dream state.

Dare to dream? Hardly the problem.

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FROM MY IPAD - RIP STEVE JOBS

Whatever one says about PC/MAC, Apple has certainly revolutionized the way we look at products and, in my opinion, has surpassed any value in the PC product line, as testified by my iPad and apathy toward Windows 7, 8, 9 etc.

Steve Jobs did the revolutionizing of the old Apple to the new Apple way of thinking; the glitzy stores, the inflexibility to retain value, and the wave of products that have become the mainstay.

With his cancer he managed to delay the inevitable, survived beyond the time most people have with the disease, certainly long enough to develop more ideas before stepping down; the sign that the end was near.

It is difficult to feel sorry for a man who enjoyed the achievements he enjoyed. Certainly any death is worthy of note; and certainly Steve Jobs deserves that note of recognition for having an impact upon the technology and lifestyles of the world because of his technologies.

As I enjoy my iPad, I pause to note the passing of his life; to note the passage of time that his impact has had upon our lives, and to offer respect for being one of the people in the span of my own life who made a mark and left it upon the face of the planet.

Ironically, his legacy will never die as the company he created continues to grow, develop new products and, if they are smart, maintain the standards he established.

RIP Steve Jobs.

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On Being Over 50

The old saying about "pushing 40" - well there is no pushing involved - the ball rolls down the hill all by itself. Fifty is a hairy time - you get hair everywhere but where you want it and often you cannot reach it to shave it. I hate finding that solo one growing from an ear lobe that waves at passers-by­. And wrinkles - I mean character lines - screw that! Luckily there are a few parts that work well - thank god for working them out. But Bill, look at it this way - you were functional­ly useless until the age of 25 when you got a sense of what the real world was, so technicall­y you are only 30 years of adult age, which makes you less than middle aged! Enjoy it as the parts continue to fall off over the next few decades.
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THE OCTOBER DIGITAL CONCORDIAN IS ONLINE – READ IT NOW

Click the cover below to read the latest Digital Concordian.

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IT’S THE ME-TV SHOW: AN INTERNET COMEDY/VARIETY SHOW

Set in Boise, this is my effort at filming, acting, writing, directing because….I wanted to! Never one to avoid a challenge, you get to be the judge of whether there is any hope. What I learned: It takes a lot of people to make something complicated look simple. And vice versa!

Watch our first episode HERE .

 

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