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March 11, 2010:

A WORLD WITHOUT LAWRENCE WELK

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Wella, dear readers, I’m afraid these here notes are going up late again, thanks to an endless day of doing and going and going and doing. Wella? Wella, dear readers? What I’m I, Lawrence Welk all of a sudden? Yesa, I’ma afraida these here notesa willa be going up a little late-a. Wella, that’sa enough of thata. I do love Mr. Lawrence Welk, though, and miss his show. Polka music has never been the same since Mr. Welka passed on. Can you imagine someone like him succeeding today? And that’s why I miss the old days – there simply could not be an entertainer like Mr. Welk today, in this processed cheese world in which we live. In any case, yesterday was an endless day of doing and going and going and doing. For some reason I thought it was going to be an easy day. Silly me. I got up early and answered e-mails. I then called muse Margaret, but she had stuff to do and so we planned to talk after dinner. Then I spent three count them three hours on the phone giving notes for the long musical. The author likes to do them in real time on the phone. When I was finally through with that, I had to return a couple of telephonic calls and then I got some gas in Ye Newe Car, mailed a letter, picked up a few packages, and then had a late lunch at Hugo’s. I must continue to say, the quality is wildly erratic – the other night, the Caesar salad and the pasta papa were the best they’ve ever been. Today, the half Caesar was bite-sized and the pasta papa was not so hot. After lunch, I came home and began entering my last set of fixes, the ones that I didn’t need to run by muse Margaret. I also had about twenty little grammar and punctuation things to run by my local copy editor, so I got all that done. I then needed a break, so I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Capitalism: A Love Story. It’s another Michael Moore expose, and not a pretty one. In fact, it’s pretty shocking and sadly is Mr. Moore’s lowest grossing film. I think the reason for it is that the American public doesn’t want to acknowledge that they are a bunch of sheep who toe the party line and just do what they’re told. I’ve said for years, if people revolt, things change, and this country desperately needs change. The things one learns in this film are so nauseating and so wrong and so illegal and yet on this country goes keeping the status quo – the rich get richer and the poor wallow in the mud. If you go back and read our postings about the bailout, you will hear me loudly and clearly saying that it was criminal to approve it and that anyone who voted yes should have been thrown in jail for raping the American taxpayers. And yet, people went along with it, even though they’d initially bombarded their representatives with loud nays. They were convinced by conniving, lying sacks of manure that this was somehow the only way to save the country from disaster. And people believed it and bought into the fear tactics. Not only did it not save the country, it simply wasted 700 billion dollars of the taxpayer’s money with no legal recourse for those who abused the bailout (basically everyone). So, the money was used for bonuses, private jets, and lining the pockets of CEOs. It did not help anyone else. And yet the sheep of America bleat in compliance. Everyone should be made to watch this film. Yes, Mr. Moore still gets in his own way by being cutesy and precious, but the truths of the film cannot be disputed and it’s a primer for what has gone wrong. When you hear Franklin D. Roosevelt’s second bill of rights you will weep for what could have been. The transfer is fine, but it’s not about the transfer, it’s about the content. Watch it. Learn. Revolt.

After the movie, I had the conversation with muse Margaret and I ran by her all the changes I wasn’t sure of, and we decided on which to do and which not to do. I then spent the next two hours doing what needed to be done and I finished right before midnight. I am now through until Grant designs the book and I proof its final incarnation. I think all these little fixes have helped immeasurably, and I made one final page and a half cut in the final chapter, the chapter that has been the thorn in my side of this book. When I told muse Margaret the cut, she breathed a big sigh of relief – it was exactly what was needed and now the final chapter is right.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and have happy memories of a world in which we could have the likes of a Lawrence Welk – an’ a one, an’ a two.

Today, I would really like to sleep in. So, if the phone doesn’t ring I might just have a chance to do so. I have no plans, although I think I have to have a VERY short conversation with the author of the long musical and another VERY short conversation with Mr. Barry Pearl. Then, if all goes according to Hoyle, I’m hoping that Grant and I will have a book design session – I’m so looking forward to that aspect of the process, as this book will be so much fun to design, what with the photographs and all.

Tomorrow, I hope will be completely free of all work – I need a real full day off. And while I have a few things to do on the weekend, like address packages, and prepping our next release, I’m hoping I can get some good me time in.

Wella, dear readers, I musta take the daya, I musta do the thingsa I do, I musta, for example, do very little and then hopefully have a book design session. Today’s topic of discussion: I know this is incendiary, but without getting too political, what are your thoughts on the bailout and what these financial institutions got away with? And do you think there should be a price to pay for what they did? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all say a one an’ a two and polka around the room.

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