We've been listening all day to Bing Crosby Christmas broadcasts from the 40's and early 50's on satellite radio. All the great songs are there, with great comedy, and he sings "White Christmas" at the end. The commercials are for Philco radios, Chesterfield cigarettes--a blend of the world's "finest tobaccos,"-- and a Kraft cheese spread for your holiday entertaining that "only takes up two ration points,"--this was war time. Substitute Bing's "our boys in Europe" with our guys in Iraq and Afghanistan and you find that the jokes and sentiments are about the same as what we have on TV today. ( Note to "A Prairie Home Companion" fans: it has already been done in 40's radio from Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, but Garrison Keillor already knows that.)
--More on Blago:
I came storming out of my corner just like everyone else when this story broke but I am starting to rein back some. It's a very ugly scene when virtually every American agrees, at the same moment, that a certain someone is anathema, an "enemy of the people." These stampedes come out of nowhere but within a few days we move on to more shopping or packing or screen-staring. Left back in the dust are wrecked lives, and perhaps a kind of sadness and hurt that most of us will never know. Are we a mob this week? Political corruption has existed ever since there were more than two people on this earth, and often, the fallen end up being embraced in memory as rather lovable old rogues. Who died? Nobody died. What we have so far is a lot of disgusting talk. As Pat Buchanan said the other day, "where is the crime?"
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