Vox Popoli

In honor of Governor Schwarzenegger’s election – I didn’t and don’t support his political career, but I still like him as an example of what determination can do for an individual – I hit the triceps hard today. After my normal workout, I added a symbolic six reps with the 100-pound dumbell. I figure Arnold would appreciate that sort of homage instead of the usual toast or whatever. So, *grunt* here’s to the new governor!

And now to sacrifice whatever man points the above feat may have gained me… I was listening to Robbie Williams in the car on the way to the gym, (note – not my CD, it was already in there), and I had to admire the way he forthrightly addressed the public accusations of his supposed homosexuality. In my humble opinion, singing “Press be asking do I care for sodomy, I don’t know, yeh, probably,” while a not-very-clad Kylie Minogue is draped all over you amounts to a rather decisively sarcastic rebuttal.

Given that I am charged with an unhealthy and unnatural interest in men on pretty much a weekly basis, I see only one logical solution. It’s time for me to write a song and film a video with Kylie.

This is an interesting trend. Those who most loudly and proudly proclaim their allegiance to the will of the people appear to actually hate it whenever it counters their interests. In the recent California recall, the California Democratic party was more than willing to use three corrupt judges to attempt to overturn what has now proven to be the overwhelming will of the people of California. I’m not saying that I support Governor Schwarzenegger – I don’t, and I suspect it is possible that he may one day come to represent the continental divide of the national Republican Party – but it’s clear that the people of California want him to govern them. Sometimes people get the government they deserve.

Sometimes people don’t, however. The eurofascists of Europe Uber alles are now forcing their so-called constitution down the unwilling throats of people who don’t support it, have never seen it debated in their national parliaments and will not be allowed to vote on it. Of course, in those countries where the Franco-German Fourth Reich will permit a vote, they will simply force a second vote if the result of the first one is not to their liking. And a third, if necessary, and a fourth… until the people finally vote as directed. For an example of how this works, one only has to look to Ireland, which was the only nation of the fifteen signatories involved that allowed its citizens to vote on the Treaty of Nice. The EU is rather like the Hotel California. You can enter any time you like, but you can never leave – for as Romano Prodi has declared, “the Euro is forever”.

How Hitler would have envied these men! Politicans succeed where panzers failed.

Speaking of the NFL, is anyone else beginning to smell a little 1998 in the air? Almost every year, one team that failed to make the playoffs the previous year ends up in the Super Bowl, and the mighty Vikes finally appear to have a defense to pair with their high-octane offense.

The ironic thing about this black quarterback controversy is that the only apparent race-based decision that I’ve ever seen at the position was when Denny Green signed Randall Cunningham to a long-term contract and let Brad Johnson go. I love Randall and I have nothing but the fondest memories of that magical 1998 season, but the small fact that his long and distinguished career was running on fumes at that point would have seemed to indicate that just maybe it might possibly make sense to keep the younger guy around. And sure enough, much to Denny’s surprise, Randall’s wheels fell off the very next year.

But it worked out well for everyone in the end. Randall got paid for an incredible year, Brad got his Super Bowl ring with Tampa, and now we’ve got Daunte.

I couldn’t help but notice some similarities today between Patrick Buchanan’s column on the Rush Limbaugh NFL controversy today and my own. On Monday, I wrote: “It is shocking, however, that he chose to resign so quickly, rather than force ESPN to show its timorous hand by firing him for daring to speak out on an issue around which the cowardly sports media has danced so delicately for decades.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Buchanan wrote: “But, as a friend said wisely, Rush should not have resigned. He should have forced the weenies at ESPN to fire him and to publish the reason why they were doing it, so the world could see how craven they are.”

Now, this is hardly an original point – it’s not exactly akin to the simultaneous development of calculus, to say the least – but I am mildly curious to know if perhaps I happen to be that friend of whom Mr. Buchanan spoke with such regard. Probably not, since I suppose he writes his column several days in advance, in which case he would not have seen my column. But it’s remotely possible, and if it is the case, this leaves me with two questions:

1) Why mention Slate and Barra, but not WorldNetDaily and my own bad self?

2) When are we going to hang out? I don’t know about you, but I have the definite impression that hanging out with Mr. Patrick J. Buchanan promises a good time. Not as good a time as, say, David Spade or The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, but a good time nonetheless.