As I write this diary I’m thinking of last weeks headline Love song from Al Capone discovered . Indulge me once more Kosacks, the wandering Republican can’t resist posting this- what will be viewed probably as yet another twisted diary in the minds of the liberal intelligentsia.
By a very circuitous route I was dumbfounded today (yesterday) when some search mechanism directed me back to my very own, long ago, abandoned blog I didn’t even recognize or remember writing in the days when I was really, really green. Then I kinda of remembered......and it’s perfect grist for a new diary here at the Kos where I’ve comfortably settled in over the last 6 months.
I have an ego, it’s not much, so I’d like to believe you’ll get up to speed on all my shenanigans by checking my previous postings before you wade any further into this walk down memory lane. Never mind any merciless beatings I, as an R will take here afterwards, I’m always game whichever way these diaries shake out.
And forget these other diaries by everyone else for the next 20 minutes because back in 07, before I ran for Congress, before I even had my own e-mail- I had a blog......with pictures!
Background. In Plainfield, NJ is a minister’s wife who says she’s running for Governor of NJ as an independent. Her press release was covered statewide and on NPR radio. My press release two weeks ago to the Atlantic City Press saying I was running for Governor against John Corzine was ignored naturally. I was, I am and always will be the Rodney Dangerfield of the baby boom set. Mrs. Shannon Wright, a former campaign manager for some previous gubernatorial candidate, as quoted in yesterday’s paper. "I’m a go-getter. I’m a fighter. My mother said I’ve got a Gandhi syndrome," Wright said. "I like puppies and kittens and people that need help, and right now with the current economy, that’s just about everybody."
Anyway someone in her hometown of Plainfield has a blog, as I discovered when I googled Mrs. Shannon Wrights name. I tried to enter a comment, then typed my name and picked a password. Only problem is that I already had a password and after following the instructions how you’d change a forgotten password I was sent to my blog I didn’t remember having.
Can you dig it? Then I read it. And there are old pictures of peaceful Mexico to boot; back before this cartel madness swamped the international news! Someone in the household must have helped me (did it all) because I, even today for Pete sakes, still can’t post a picture on Craig’s list to sell a bleeping car, truck, or motorcycle*.
Why is it significant and why should you care Kossacks? It’s from before anyone here ever critiqued my writing, which by now is standard operating procedure. The writing wanders yes, it is a blog after all, but it’s from before I had help from the many proctors of English grammar here on the Daily Kos. It’s raw Gary. It had been 3 decades since I’d written any old love letters to girlfriends in college or the education that I never took advantage of after graduation (the academic education that is) I’ve been a workin man for over 30 years (what’s an office and what’s a suit?)
Here then are the highlights of unfiltered, innocent, yours truly, if you can stomach it. I was a driven man even back then in 07 after coming home from my first trip deep into the heart of rural Mexico. I blogged about my trip up Manhattan’s 6th Ave. on a bicycle to visit all the major news outlets. Three trips to Mexico later I purchased (in Mexico)The Ugly American, a 1960 soft back edition; the only non-technical book in the entire used book store written in English. My education was complete.
The 07 blog
.....Immigration reform? No this is not the governor of New York- under an assumed e-mail. (helps to remember what other ideas he was pumping back before Eliot Spitzer’s messed up with the Mrs. 4/23/09)
....Last week I hadn’t thought internet yet and feeling very energized after 2 weeks in Mexico I rode my bike up 6th Ave. and headed dead center into the media capital of the world, like it would be so easy.
.....I’ll never cross this security line without an appointment. But there’s a program booker and another lady next to me and they see my religion (zeal) and my pictures. I have two minutes to make my case. Why not? They’re not Don Hewitt, but I might not get another chance
......I wait and I wait.
(Still at fox news)......The second T.V. face(he’s smaller not larger than life) turns up standing directly to my left. "Sir, your on the morning show right?" He was a couple years back he said, he’s on now after 9a.m., I think he said occasionally. Made it sound like it was his programming decision (not theirs). "Look at these," I’m pointing to the pictures. I’m about to shoot the works
......He’s running away from me now as he pretends to be calling upstairs.
......The next person to walk in I definitely recognize. It’s now her turn to jump on this loose Emmy football.
.....She and a gentleman finish their conversation. "Miss Wheil!" Good introduction, I’ve seen and heard her on the radio and television a thousand times. I talk. She’s very pretty and sweet enough to wait while I run back to the counter to write down the e-mail address she requested.
But I don’t know my e-mail . I’m real old school- Wolfie something.com(Wolfie is a house cat (it’s my wife’s e-mail I didn’t have one then 4/23/09)). What’s the difference, I write down the cell number again.
....It’s almost 12P.M. and the Factor will be on the radio.
....She says "I’ll give it to him", the picture that is. She ought to give it to him alright, like a kick in the ass the way he makes fun of her.
...Nothing happens over the next 30 minutes. The "Factor" is not going to discuss and take calls about my vacation.
.....NBC is right across the street. I don’t know where there uncross able line (in the sand) is, this place is big. You can navigate around one or two levels at Rockefeller Center along with the throngs of sightseers. One benefit immediately hits home- access to the public restrooms (by the ice rink).Relief.
....I’m directed to a mailroom. Room 206 if I remember. This looks like an efficient way to re-route some of the weirdo’s (like me). I’m told comments, suggestions, solutions to world problems etc get sent upstairs on the hour. I’m tossing the Emmy up to Brian Williams.
.....By the way - you guys in the mailroom. Make eye contact with the person on the opposite side of your computer screen. Last nights (ball)scores and your analysis should come second...
...Later there was CNN where Anderson Cooper could have had the story. It’s t-shirt weather down there in Mexico (Anderson Cooper, t-shirt, wardrobe? 4/23/09)
.....That night I stay with an old college friend who’s staying near Rutgers’s U. on business. He’s fascinated I didn’t know my e-mail address and didn’t appreciate that’s the preferred way of communicating. Yeah- my e-mail would have got me on the "No Spin Zone" I’m sure. Sometime around 2010.
.....I remember seeing WHYY the public radio- TV station in Philly. While I’m mentioning the station why does Marty Moscwain bump the syndicated Diane Rheim at 10 a.m. weekdays
.....This is a public station and PBS is known to be on the liberal side so I don’t know if we could work John McCain into my solution. I haven’t tried calling this guy back with my story. Neither am I surprised he hasn’t called me
......I was directed across the street to the Constitutional Museum where there are many security guards and a well lit, well staffed, and prosperous museum. The flashbacks from Mexico are less frequent now but I had one right there (Slaughter House Five).
......Want to find a crowd in Mexico City? Go to the American Embassy
......You’d think it’s a queue for Broadway matinee of "Cats".
......I was well on my way up 6th Ave. before I saw my first dog. I counted two before I got to mid-town. One small and one large. I doubt either will have to scavenge for supper tonight
.....Where am I going with this? I can prattle on about my dumb trip last week but I just wanted somebody to look at my pictures (early onset of chronic disillusionmen, 4/22/09)
.....And what if they (a reporter) were shown around personally like I was by a guy (with a real good head on his shoulders) who was in the U.S. for 5 years, and has seen our way and knows theirs, plus learned English while he worked 60 hours a week. A poster boy of determination, and good behavior once we all get past the first three strikes against him for crossing the border illegally
......Did I forget to mention the Bed and Breakfast he’d like to open if he ever finishes his 80% completed house. I saw the house, I have pictures, it’s perfect. The view from the second floor is breathtaking. Too bad though there’s a lot of litter in town and on his street, but wait...
.....The corruption is a different topic for another day. I’d be glad after I get used to this computer thing to discuss that and other aspects of the immigration issue.
...And if I can get cute once again, Reverend Jesse the opportunity is wide open to play the victim game down there ((shakedown) Wal-Mart). Mantenga la esperanza viva.("keep hope alive")
....What’s new this morning 11/15/07? I’m rattled. My sister-in-law tells me that on the news this morning there’s something about Chris Dodd proposing something or another to rally the Spanish electorate around the immigration issue. She regurgitates a few things and it’s like, haven’t you been listening to anything I’ve said(preached) the last few days? Believe it or not I have more sympathy for politicians after my experiences discussing this topic the last two weeks then in my previous 4 decades of following politics. (A year later I fell in love with Barney Frank when he admitted on 60 minutes, what I had learned the hard way and what no politician would ever say publicly 4/22/09)
....Goal to break immigration deadlock in U.S. and by extension, Mexico by a successful grass roots campaign that politicians can’t ignore.
.....Signing up new voters is a goal and (my original goal besides finding one reporter..how quaint 4/22/09)
.....Wolf(Blitzer) I have story (and) the big moose nj @ hot mail.com brand spanking new e-mail)
.....I’m tired of talking about this to all of us who have no power to change anything. Mantra... This isn’t rocket science. Somebody important get down there, and I don’t mean the coasts or the border area. Good night 11/15/07 11:21 PM.
I’ve been spinning my wheels for almost two f’n years haven’t I? My refrain was the same after my first trip there as it’s been ever after (the 3, or was it 4 trips since, or 3 free roundtrip tickets later that is, but how many details, including the visit by truck can I write about?) I’m meeting the guy in Toronto in one week 5/1/09 to help him find a job in Canada. I never got that one reporter to go down there, and I’ll never win an election. We started out this journey alone; Beto and I; and we’ll end it next week in Canada just the two of us. If you don’t know what I’m talking about then you haven’t read my other diaries like I asked. Every miserable detail, every waking moment of mine for the last year and a half is detailed. It rambles. Of course it rambles!! I flatter myself to think there’s been a master plan all along ever since December 08 when I first joined the Kos as this(mainstream R)fish, way out of the water and flailing away.
And how is it possible to forget you had a blog? You’d have to spend over a year up to your eye balls thinking about running in a political race and then actually doing it. Just ask Hillary. Clinton 'misspoke' over Bosnia sniper claims. Obama campaign accuses rival of exaggerating foreign policy track record.
I never(completely)doubted her.
* The 1974 Honda CB 350 that was featured prominently in my first edition of the
Yokel News was sold 2 months ago.(
turn up volume, wait for it to load. The
Y News was campaign literature which I first tacked to Super Market bulletin boards last September (later a web site)) I was astride that little bike wearing a goony helmet promising to break the backs of the oil companies. Pray tell....
Nostradamus' blog.