Blog Me To The Moon

Here we are again, on the night before Groundhog Day, and I should be in bed, but my fans are demanding a blogging, so I must serve my public. Windy and chilly but sunny day today. I found a news bit on Drudge via livescience.com that on Jan. 26 Western Union discontinued sending telegrams forever. No TV news mention of that momentous event, but it is interesting. Carol Channing turned 85 a couple of days ago. The nitwits running Iran keep heating up the rhetoric on dont't mess with us and our nukes; the mess has the image of the clock ticking during the Cuban missle crisis, and the start of World War I. Probably vain hope that the US ruling class can deal with the crisis in a non-partisan political way, but that may be very wishful thinking.

I wish I could opine on world events in a deep way, and tell you all What It All Means, but I am less educated than some bloggers I read, and have a knowledge base which is a lot of info scraps and pieces and memories of how a number of crises were handled decades ago.

I have a sense that somewhere in the background of the current crisis are the Chinese, who may be maneuvering to get the US and the Moslems into a blasting war so at the end China is the big Power in Asia and whereever else and they can get control of Iranian oil for themselves. That is a speculation of me, and I have no documented sources for my ideas.

I wish the Bush family would tell Bill Clinton to move out of their house and stop trying to shmooze his way into the family circle.

I found an lp on sale at a thrift store of songs by Joseph Schmidt from about 1930. Schmidt was an incredible tenor in Germany who could sing like a god (he sounded a lot like Richard Tucker) but was only about 5 feet tall. Being Jewish he ended up in a concentration camp in Switzerland (of all places) and died there of "a heart attack" (under mysterious circumstances in about 1940. If some of the poor souls on American Idol could listen to some of his records they would learn the art of how to sing. Of course they could also listen to Frank, Dean, and Sammy to learn how to sing too.

This is going to be It for tonight. I have spent this blog on a quite high horse, but these are my views on various topics. You take care, and pray for wisdom from our leaders. Di di mau!