Category Archives: Scribbles

Neighbors defend Woods

It seems the angry-wife-with-golf-club scenario is pretty well extinguished now that some neighbors have come out to say they witnessed the aftermath and saw only an accident. But this police quote is laughable:

"’Despite the celebrity status of Mr. Woods, the Florida Highway Patrol has completed its investigation in the same professional manner it strives to complete each traffic investigation,’ Sgt. Kim Montes said."

Yeah, I’ll just bet they let the little people put them off for four days. Read it here.

INDEED, it’s the cover-up, TW’s persistent silence (even in the face of a police investigation) that still makes the story intriguing. All the tsk-tsking from the high-minded is not going to change that.

Woods plot thickens

He withdraws from his own tournament, citing his injuries–which were either self-inflicted in the under 33-mph, shortly-after-2 a.m. vehicle "accident" or by his wife allegedly upset at his reported affair with another woman. Hard to understand if it’s just a few bandaids. Easier if his wife hit him in the mouth with a golf club. In which case, he ought to be getting a divorce. She might kill him next time.

Winning the gender wars

My dear mother, in one of her less-perceptive moments many years ago, turned from her dressing table to address my seven-year-old self with the following admonition: "Men work, women stay home."

In other words, I was to steel myself psychologically for being in harness until I finally collapsed in the traces, good for only one thing: endless, muleish toil to provide the wherewithall for some woman to take it easy.

Poor mother, her zeitgeist was already on the way out. Today it is long gone and we who once could look forward only to continuous labor on behalf of some nail-polishing parasite have been liberated beyond common understanding. But at least one of us gets it. Haw.

Another icon falls

It was pretty obvious from the get-go that Tiger Woods and his wife had a little dustup that resulted in her breaking the window of their Cadillac SUV with one of his golf clubs and him ramming the vehicle into a fire hydrant and a tree. As usual it was the attempted cover-up that made their private argument more interesting than it probably deserved to be. Whether the dispute was over his Dubai investment losses or an alleged affair with another woman.

But the cover-up that’s continuing, where the world’s No. 1 golfer and his former-model wife keep ducking the Florida Highway Patrol’s investigation interviews, is making the whole thing uglier than it needs to be. True, domestic calls seldom result in arrests and, sure, wealth has its privileges, but stiffing the cops is not supposed to be one of them. Hard to have much respect for people who play these games. Not that I would expect them to be punished. As they are doing their best to underscore for the rest of us, the law is for the little people.

UPDATE: Late Sunday, TW was still refusing to talk to the FHP. They, apparently, are just shuffling their flat feet. Probably standing, smoky-bear hat in hand, at the jefe’s closed front door. Underscoring the double-standard of American justice. Then, on Monday, the FHP finally was getting around to seeking a search warrant, accroding to TMZ.

Burqua Barbie

Hm. This is pathetic. What next?  Ken as a suicide bomber? Or maybe an Army psychiatrist.

UPDATE:  Boycott them? Well, at the very least, Ken should have three or four Burqua Barbie wives.

The Path to 9/11

This post is as star-crossed as the docudrama it’s about. Twice now, Movable Type has trashed it before I could get it on the site. Grrrr. Once more with feeling: I missed the 2006 ABC airing of this Disney film. I figured it was probably just more Hollyweird drek like Moore’s crockumentary on GWB.

Apparently not. This one dared to come down on the Clintons. Whoa. And they, who have famously always depended on Hollyweird for campaign cash, couldn’t keep it off the air. But they have succeeded in stopping its sale as a DVD, according to various sources including conservative talker John Ziegler. The trailer to his documentary Blocking The Path to 9/11 was compelling enough that I bought one.

Then I went to Amazon looking for a copy of the old series, just in case it was now available. Nope. But one of the reviewers there had an url to an import version. So I went there and got a copy. Amazing, you can buy the Disney production overseas or on the Web. You just can’t buy it in this country or on Amazon. Well, anything Slick Willie and Hilarity (She was under fire in Bosnia!) don’t want me to see is a tantalizing draw. More on all this when I’ve received and watched both productions.

When It’s Sleepy Time Down South

Louis Armstrong undoubtedly would not be politically correct were he still alive. But he was a great trumpet player and jazz performer and his signature song, which he recorded dozens of times, lately keeps running through my mind:

"Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so because I know
It's sleepy time down south

"Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there like a life of ease
When old mammy falls upon her knees
It's sleepy time down south

"Steamboats on the river a coming or a going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the people are singing
They dance til the break of day, hey

"Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time way down south

"Dear old southland with his dreamy songs
Take me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in my mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time down south
Sleepy time down south."