hi—don’t know him technically but I met him at two remotes (gas station in Saugus, and a Paper Store appearance in Beverly) and we have exchanged a couple emails. But that’s about it.
Thanks for putting a good word in for me! I just like
doing it!
Fri column ping. Hot town, summer in the city? Not here.
It’s in the low 60s and raining like hell as I type
this.
Gates saga a taxation distraction
By Howie Carr | Friday, July 24, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com
The second-luckiest guys in Massachusetts this week are Gov. Deval Patrick and Mayor Mumbles Menino - they’re gearing up to tax us all back to the Stone Age and no one is paying them the slightest bit of attention.
The luckiest guy, of course, is the Rev., excuse me, Professor Henry Louis “Skip” Gates Jr., who is battling The Man - and The Man’s mama. Good career move, Skippy - pulling this Sharpton should triple your lecture fees and get you a book advance in the high six figures, plus longer limos and even more endowed chairs, plus all the rest of that stuff that you’ve been denied in AmeriKKKa because - oh, that’s right, you went to Yale, didn’t you, before you got the tenured job at Harvard?
How many billions have been spent on McGruff the Crime Dog, Neighborhood Watch and “See Something, Say Something” - all designed to get people to call 911 when they see a possible crime in progress. So a cop responds, and gets dressed down by the president of the United States. Skippy was right. That cop didn’t know who he was messin’ with.
This nonstory has sucked all the air out of the real news, namely, the imminent tax increases. But the Brattle Street Bunch seemed to be wheezing to a merciful end until the president’s press conference Wednesday night. His self-pity was so over the top that I kept expecting him to demand reparations, or claim he, too, was a victim of racism when he got all those parking tickets in Somerville he forgot to pay for 20 years.
You know the Arlington List, where the trust-funded, ponytailed moonbats used to go online to defend Jim Marzilli, the perv in the Prius? This week one of the moonbats posted about his own personal no-justice no-peace odyssey to Cambridge to fight The Man:
“I made myself a sign ‘Cambridge Police Very Unfair.’ . . . I set forth with my sign covered up in a garbage bag to Central Square. But the Police HQ had been moved to Kendall Square. After visiting City Hall took the subway - had to walk some dozen blocks to get there. Rain started pouring down. So I thought to wear the garbage bag as a raincoat - made a hole for my head.”
This is the state we live in, folks. In Massachusetts, the nuts ain’t just on the sundaes.
Finally, the story is dying down. Sign the new book contract now, Skippy. Monday may be too late. Which is bad news for Deval and Mumbles - the 25 percent increase in the sales tax doesn’t kick in until a week from tomorrow. Somehow, the pols gotta keep this diversion alive for a few more news cycles.
Does anyone have Tawana Brawley’s phone number?
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