I am going to try to keep this one short. First, Bravo Zulu to the Washington Capitals for defeating the Las Vegas Golden Knights to win their very first Stanley Cup.
Although this Bravo Zulu seems unrelated to the main topic of this entry, it actually is somewhat material. The main topic of this entry is a decades-long Beltway insider who announced yesterday that he will soon be assuming room temperature.
This would be Charles the Asshole Krauthammer.
Some might say I am being callous in the face of a poor dying man. I am not. Anthony Bourdain's death yesterday was a tragedy. I do not know what demons inside him caused him to kill himself, but I am sad that he killed himself. Sure, Bourdain, like Shoe0nhead, Vince Russo, Taz and the current tenant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, spoke in outer-borough hoodlum, completely failing to understand that, when Edward G. Robinson and George Raft spoke like that in their gangster movies, they knew they were acting a part, something evident in the fact that Robinson and Raft sound nothing at all like Bourdain, Shoe0nhead, Russo, Taz and the current tenant of 1600 Pennsylvania in Soylent Green and Outpost In Morocco.
But the fact that Bourdain insisted on sounding like he was from New York, when FDR, Alice Roosevelt Longworth and William F. Buckley Jr. all were from (and Buckley's son Christopheris from) New York while still managing to be able to speak Nice, Normal Person English, is not a major indaba to hold against the man. He simply did not know any better.
Not so that asshole Charle fucking Krauthammer.
Krauthammer, you see, is one of the thirty-seven reasons then-President George W. Bush was forced into the 2003 Iraq War, under the thinly-veiled electoral threat
But even if evidence does not link Iraq directly to the attack, any strategy aiming at the eradication of terrorism and its sponsors must include a determined effort to remove Saddam Hussein from power in Iraq. Failure to undertake such an effort will constitute an early and perhaps decisive surrender in the war on international terrorism.
In 2003, you see, Krauthammer was all G.I. Joe--Rambo --Jack Bauer--wrapped--up--into--one Gung-Ho about fighting in Iraq.
This was a massive volte-face, an EM field-generating 180.
Krauthammer was born in 1950. In New York City. During his public life, he was in a wheelchair. He was in a wheelchair because of a swimming accident that happened when he was in medical school, i.e., when he was well past 19 years of age.
Why does this matter? Being born in 1950, Charles Krauthammer was 19-20 in 1969-1970. What was going on in 1969-1970? The height of the Vietnam War. Where was 2003 war hawk Krauthammer in 1969-1970? At McGill University. A cursory look at Google Maps reveals that McGill University is, not only not in Vietnam, not only nowhere near Southeast Asia, but rather in Canada. It is somewhat of an exaggeration, but only slightly so, to say that, in 1969-1970, there were two types of 19-20-year-old American males, those who went to Vietnam, and those who ran off to Canada to avoid going to Vietnam.
Get it now? Krauthammer, the fucking draft-dodging asshole of the Vietnam War lustfully sent thousands of American boys and girls to die in Iraq when he was well past military age, his pleasure-induced wheelchair further saving his ass from actually having to go to Iraq to get a taste of what he was advocating.
What pissed me off the most about Krauthammer's weepy, sob-story announcement yesterday was when he said he only had "weeks" to live. Enter the year "1950" in the "Birthday" field of this website dedicated to the Wall(that be the Vietnam Veterans' Memorial for thems who see the world in terms of kilogrammes and who think a pound is something you use to pay off your bookie and your bail bondsman), and you get a list of 298 men who, like Charles Krauthammer, were born in 1950 and who also only had weeks to live. The difference between these 298 and Asshole Krauthammer is that these 298 only had weeks to live because, unlike asshole Krauthammer, they did not fuck off to Canada and, instead, did their duty, followed orders and went to Vietnam.
So, you're dying, Charles Krauthammer? In the immortal words of the legendary, one and only, Eli Cross regarding Jesse Helms (who, unlike Krauthammer, at least served in the Navy when there was a draft), "FUCK OFF RIGHT TO HELL!"
And, now, I want to end with a couple of plugs.
I first heard of this group on TSN 690. They are called Hockey Helps The Homeless, and they raise money for homeless people by hosting hockey tournaments featuring National Hockey League players and ordinary civilians.
McLaren alumni Sergio "Checo" Perez is collecting money for the victims of the recent earthquakes in Mexico through his foundation.
Puerto Rico has been devastated by Hurricane Maria. New York Governor Andrew Cuomo has set up The Empire State Relief And Recovery Effort For Puerto Rico.
On the subject of Puerto Rico, Los Angeles Chef José Andrés has set up an organisation, called World Central Kitchen, to help feed the hungry, not only in Puerto Rico, but in other bad-off places in the world. Please donate or help if you can.
I also want to plug the Patreons of a couple of superb folks. First, there is Jordan Owen, superb musician and content creator. Then, there is Sunny Megatron, Sex Educator and Podcaster. And there is also director extraordinaire and podcaster Holly Randall. They are, all three, highly entertaining to watch. They have the charm and magnetic charisma of The Kylie Ireland Show podcast of a decade ago, starring the legendary, one and only Kylie Ireland and Eli Cross.
