Fuck You , & Vin Scully Too

We'd like to thank the Nationalistic Football League for beating us over the head w/ 11 September 2001 reminders. When exactly did a few thousand corpses become equivalent to the Holocaust? "Never forget," our ass! Has this nation of sheep ever been in danger of forgetting, even for a New York minute?

Then Vin Scully opens the Dodger game w/ some horseshit from the perspective of an 80ish-yr. old ninny who was raised Catholic & still invokes gawd. (At least the "soul-touching" pre-game ceremony was not displayed for mawkish enjoyment. We expected better from America-hating San Francisco.)

Dick ("Spectacularly Gentile!") Cavett in The NYT:

Have you, perchance, decided — as I have — not to spend the weekend re-wallowing in 9/11 with the media? Aside from allowing Saint Rudolph, former tenant of Gracie Mansion, to trumpet once again his self-inflated heroism on that nightmare day, the worst feature of this relentlessly repeated carnival of bitter sights and memories is that it glamorizes the terrorists.

How they must enjoy tuning into our festival of their spectacular accomplishments, cheering when the second plane hits and high-fiving when the falling towers are given full-color international showcasing for the 10th time.

Who wants this? Surveys show people want to forget it, or at least not have it thrust down their throats from all over the dial annually. It can’t have to do with that nauseating buzz-word “closure.” There is no closure to great tragedies. Ask the woman on a call-in show who said how she resents all this ballyhooing every year of the worst day of her life: “My mother died there that day. I’m forced to go through her funeral again every year.”

Is all this stuff a ratings bonanza? Who in the media could be that heartless?

Then he shifts gears & starts pimping some thing he & Mel ("M.B.!") Brooks did for HBO.