“Entourage” Sparks Nineties Narco Nostalgia Wave
“Medellin” may finally roll this season now that Vince and the lads appear to have funding, and another trapped in the 20th century character can’t seem to let go of Pablo Escobar either
One rock being turned over now that Democrats are back in power on Capitol Hill is the war in Columbia. Our government’s gallant Colombian allies murky roots among right wing narco death squads are being revealed, and casting a pall over trade negotiations.
But Bill Clinton remembers the good times, and the master of triangulation is being mustered to help bail Columbia out of it’s jam with Congressional Democrats. He’s received the coveted “Columbia is Passion” award* as his former (and Hillary’s current) pollster labors to show that dead Colombian trade unionists shouldn’t hurt ties with old friends.
*Devil-horned heart shaped object in a Plexiglas box. Quite the shelf meat for the Little Rock museum.
Father of His Country[‘s Evasions]
The archaeological dig underway at the Philadelphia home Washington lived in as President has uncovered a passageway apparently designed to keep the slaves he had on sight out of view.
First in war, first in peace, part of the herd when it came to justice and his own convenience.
It’s Not Too Late!
Birthday greetings to former President Bush and the Mrs. may still be offered via the inter-net web servers of the Bush museum.
Shown above gaily celebrating amidst the Berlin Wall chunks which pervade his museum, the former President will actually mark the day at Kennebunkport, and you are not invited. But you can join museum staff in College Station June 12 for cake and punch!
Putin His Place In History
What finer legacy can the outgoing Russian strongman have than for a popular vodka to be sort of named for him?
Putinka is #2 in the Russian market, somehow held aloft by the unstoppable magnetism of the former KGB operative and hero of Grozny.
How much presidential greatness can the market bare? The Ford family is determined to know.
The biggest chunk of executive effluvia since the notorious Jackie Kennedy vacuum cleaner sale goes on the block in July, and the excitement is palpable. One expects the piles of golf-wear, but you don’t get a crack at a Plexiglas [engraved!] storage box from Lucile Ball everyday.
The offerings provide a window into the swanky seventies of Jerry and Betty Ford, a time when a signed Peter Max coffee table book was a plausible gift. Long playing records by Marvin Gaye distract you from the absence of gifts from Richard Nixon, although Nelson Rockefeller is represented.
The two residences would have to be wall to wall china cupboards to hold all the hideous crystal and commemorative plates they’re selling. The one hundred thirty four mostly coffee table books on sale would take up less space, but they include seemingly any possible book an author ever dedicated to either Ford, and one of Betty’s Readers Digest Condensed Books. It’s not surprising the family would choose to unload some of these dogs, but where has it been all these years?
Could this be merely the teaser for the deluge to follow Betty’s death?
