Barack Obama..."that black guy running for President".

Apparently, Barack Obama showed up on voters' doorsteps back east a few days ago, to meet constituents face-to-face.

The Presidential hopeful caused quite a stir, what with the gaggle of reporters in tow - snapping away, and jotting down quotable quotes - and a team of ubiquitous security guards protecting their charge.

When one woman stepped outside and caught the tail of the hurricane, she was taken aback, to say the least.

"What's all the commotion about," she asked?

Her neighbor responded,

"It's that black guy who's running for President."

In a flash, she was elbowing her way through the throng, to get a gander at the long-shot for the next Presidential Race.

Although Obama's been racking in the big bucks, and breathing down Hillary's mercurial back in the process, the polls tell a different story.

Obama's not much of a blip on the radar screen.

Without doubt, he'll have to engage in a few clever maneuvers with the staff who man the polling stations.

For starters, he's gotta ensure that below his name, it states in bold face type, one of two things: "The Black Guy", or, in the alternative - "No relation to Osama bin Laden".

To keep confusion to a minimum, please!

Some critics argue that Obama faces a major dilemma: one candidate's on the right, another is on the left, but - he remains perched loftily above.

To many, it's evident that Obama needs to conjure up a platform based on solid, American values - one that potential supporters can relate to.

Yeah, Americans are down-to-earth folks; they're meat 'n potatoes, kind of voters.

Bottom line, the young dandy needs to find a slogan middle America can sink its teeth into.

How about,

"A chicken in every pot?"

Hillary got the voters' attention with Baby Bonds, so why not!

One of the glaring problems with the Presidential hopeful is that he doesn't push hard enough - least of all, manage to get under Clinton's skin - or that of anyone else, for that matter.

Hill treats him like a naive young lad, and for the most part, the majority of Americans think he's namby-pamby.

At a photo op in Massac County, Barack posed in front of a Superman Statue in downtown Metropolis, home of DC Comics.

What was the subliminal message supposed to be?

Once you've had black, you never go back?

Most assuredly, it would be off-base to infer any kind of "super" manhood...for obvious reasons.

For example, in the hood - when asked about Hillary Clinton - he responded with gems like - "She's tough" - that sort-of-thing.

Terms like tough, when referring to a woman, often conjure of images of the "B" word.

But clearly, Obama's too much of an Illinois gentleman, for that kind of mud-slinging.

In spite of the fact he was given the opportunity to seize the day, he wimped out!

Yeah, standing up to a woman with ****, can be pretty intimidating.

But isn't it time you came out swinging, Mr. Obama?

In today's dailies, reporters across the board criticized the Illinois Senator, for taking gentle swipes at Hillary in the night's debates.

Yup, you're no contender, Sir; you're not even close to a knock-out.

And, what about that photograph in the LA Times?

Mr. Edwards, a little fey, "this-close" and up-personal, in-the-face of opponent, Obama - well, you get the idea.

The image of the two smacked of an interracial couple, right out of West Hollywood, or more obvious environs in San Francisco, or Palm Springs.

Say, the innuendo might just land Obama some pink votes!

Speaking of votes, let's get real.

Mr. Obama, it's high time to do the math...

Although they won't openly admit it, most Afro-Americans plan to cast Obama's way in the secrecy of the polling station. Heh, he's one of their own, right?

Who's kidding, who?

But if Barack wants a fistful of votes, above and beyond that, he's got some campaigning to do.

I mean, it's pretty obvious that Mrs. Clinton will land the female vote, fair and square; and a bushel-full from some girly-men, here and there.

And, there's a bevy of votes from cronies loyal to Bill, lurking in the shadows.

So, maybe it's time to do so rat *******, as the Watergate gang would say.

Mr. Obama, announce that you're all for gay marriage.

Promise to tax the rich and give back to the poor (most Americans).

Then, give them some razzle-dazzle about affordable health care.

Promise to fix the environment.

Go one step further, tell them you're a good friend of Al Gore.

Why not offer up tax breaks for Americans who invest in our children's future by purchasing an electric car?

Of course, you've gotta get the immigrant vote; so, map out your plans to open up the "gates".

Finally, with a touch of conviction in your voice, tell 'em you'll end the ongoing War in Irag.

Quicker than you can say "oil, smoil", you'll be elected!

One piece of advice, though.

First and foremost, remember to take a nod from the Master, slick Willy; for instance, be careful what you say, and how you say it.

Essentially, leave a lot of wiggle room!

With some skillful wording, you'll be able to waffle later, if the occasion arises.

With this in mind, you may be able to muster up great triumphs, too, on the pettiest of issues.

For example, didn't you feel a ripple of admiration for Bill Clinton when he remarked - with a straight face, mind you -

"It depends on what "is", is?"

You got it, it's all semantics!

Finally, don't map out too much of your plans to the public; take a pointer from Hillary, she's a whiz at this.

To paraphrase Bill, "if they don't ask, don't tell".

Remember, electable politicians "sit on the fence".

And, work on the "image", Mr. Obama.

Somehow, try to look or sound "Presidential" - yeah, with a large "P".

A word of advice?

Americans love passionate, uplifting speeches.

And, they're really into "sequels".

If you can fathom a follow-up to - "I had a Dream" - well, you've cinched it, man.

Welcome to the Oval office, you deserved it!

DEA sued...lawsuit alleges personal injury, emotional abuse, rights' violations; under color of authority!

The DEA, at least ten agents, and Riverside County, are being sued in United States District Court...

The complaint alleges that on the morning of March 14th, 2006,

"Defendants and each of them knowingly and willingly deprived plaintiffs of the right of privacy, the right to security of the person from unreasonable and unjustified force, and bodily injury, freedom from cruel and unusual punishment, and the right to due process of Law."

In a nutshell...on the premise that the Plaintiffs were illegally engaged in the traffic and/or possession of marijuana, the DEA secured a warrant and proceeded to their home in Desert Hot Springs, California, to effect a search of the premises.

In spite of the fact there was an apparent willingness on the part of the suspect and his wife to cooperate, the DEA battered down the door, and then - Mr. Silva, a man in his mid-fifties - was allegedly grabbed from behind with great force, manipulated into a deadly "bear hug", then thrust to the ground.

As a result, he suffered severe injuries.

The suit alleges further...that Mr. Silva's wife was forced to stand naked from the waist down, and bear witness to the events - which resulted in humiliation, shame, and disgrace.

Imagine that, at least ten DEA agents in the room, and not one had the decency to hand the woman a housecoat or blanket?

Frankly, this amounted to inexcusable, shocking, and reprehensible conduct - which warrants a full investigation and appropriate disciplinary action - and most certainly, monetary compensation.

The suit for money damages is brought under Bivens v. Six Unknown Fed. Narcotics Agents (1971) 403 U.S. 388 and under Title 42, United States Code, Sections 1983, 1985, 1988 to redress deprivations under Color of Law of rights, privileges and immunities secured to plaintiffs by said statutes and by the Fourth, Fifth, Eighth and Fourteenth Amendments to the United States Constitution.

Jurisdiction is invoked under the Bivens case and pursuant to Title 28, United States Code, Section 1343, subsections (1) through (4) inclusive.

A source provided me with a copy of the First Amended Complaint (U.S. District Court) in the wake of the recent DEA pot busts in the Los Angeles area which resulted in a lot of negative publicity for the top Drug Enforcement Agency.

In recent weeks, press outlets have been awash with allegations of abusive conduct by agents and have openly questioned a DEA inclination towards a kind-of "reefer madness", which has subsequently resulted in harassment of patients who use medicinal marijuana and their suppliers.

In spite of the fact California voters approved a measure (Bill 215) allowing for compassionate use of Marijuana for medicinal purposes, the DEA has been cracking down on the local suppliers, alleging that their outlets are engaging in conduct which amounts to the:

"...illegal sale of an illicit drug which is outlawed by the Federal Government."

Granted, recently the U.S. Supreme Court upheld its prior ruling that Marijuana be deemed a banned substance without any recognizable medicinal qualities; but, the truth remains...there is a conflict between State and Federal Laws which is crying out for redress.

Essentially, an all-out turf war has broken out in California - with providers, patients, and doctors twisting in the fray!

Notwithstanding the conflict between State and Federal Laws, there remains the question of the heinous conduct of DEA officers.

When I attended a protest in front of the Governor's Los Angeles office this past month, I listened sadly as citizens recalled incidents where doors had been battered, homes trashed, and bodies physically injured - due to the overzealous, careless disregard for rights, and the laws of the State of California - by the FEDS.
(Medical Marijuana Rally; Post, 10/11/07)

With great fervor, the DEA has been busting local medical marijuana suppliers in the Los Angeles area; surprisingly, in spite of public protest, there has not been any intervention from the Governor or State Officials.

The conduct of the DEA has been despicable.

And, they are prone to retaliate against those who stand up to them, or protest.

A case in point...

At the protest on October 11th, protesters at the rally lamented to the press - and anyone within earshot - about the abusive conduct of DEA Officers.

Although there was no "visible" evidence of DEA presence at the protest, it is apparent from what transpired later in the evening that day, that agents must have been among the crowd undercover.

After a woman distributed hand fliers inviting protesters to an after-party at the Healing Arts Center to celebrate the success of the rally - in a matter of hours - the DEA organized a posse, then sprang into action.

That evening, the DEA busted the center, and confiscated cash and paperwork, in spite of the fact no drugs (specifically marijuana) were located.

Clearly, it was a retaliatory act, to punish the protesters who spoke out against their Machiavellian tactics!

Can't U.S. Citizens protest in the streets of America about relevant social, legal, and political issues, without the threat of retaliation?

Increasingly, it has been revealed that DEA methods - breaking down doors, destroying personal property, smashing human bodies - and asking questions later - has not amounted to isolated acts of violence or random rights' violations...but rather, the ongoing modus operandi for the Agency.

In view of the fact the lawsuit mentioned here arose out of incidents last year, it is quite obvious that the recent atrocities were not due to an oversight, nor did they arise out of a frustrated attempt to deal with an uncertain climate caused by confusion or any misunderstanding over the marijuana laws - especially as they relate to the California landscape.

In the case of Mr. Silva, it should be noted, he uses medical marijuana to alleviate pain from degenerative disk disease and nerve damage.

The complaint states, defendants should have known,

"...or reasonably known that unreasonable force was being used against the Plaintiffs as they willfully and knowingly failed to intevene, interfere with, or try to stop or prevent the use of such excessive force."

Pursuant to local law, Mr. Mintz - attorney of record for the Plaintiffs - filed a claim for damages with Riverside County.

As of this date, City officials have not responded.

However, said inaction is not considered out-of-the norm, nor does it amount to any negligent act in-and-of itself, according to Mr. Mintz.

As of this date, there has not been any response from the DEA, either.

According to the attorney of record, the defendants have thirty days to answer the complaint, and it has not passed.

I contacted the DEA Media Relations Department and asked that they provide a statement for the record.

Within a couple of hours, Special Agent Casey L. McEnry, e-mailed me a communication, requesting additional information pertaining to the pending case.

When I zipped off the details, within seconds, he dutifully responded...noting that the Los Angeles office had jurisdiction over the proceedings.

I located the local DEA website and clicked on a link for the Head Administrator.

When Ms. Karen Tandy's photo and promotional materials popped up on the screen, my intuitive response was "negative".

For some inexplicable reason, the still small voice inside of me, said,

"This is not a nice person".

My suspicions were verified a short time later.

When I did a search on DEA retaliation, a couple of articles popped up on screen, reporting that Ms. Karen Tandy had been accused of "retaliating" against a DEA employee under her charge for whistle-blowing.

According to the reports, Sandalio (Sandy) Gonzalez, the Agent in question, wrote a memo to an ICE counterpart in El Paso alleging Agent abuse and misconduct, with copy to the Justice Department.

That was the beginning of the end of his career, he lamented.

“It was a classic case of shooting the messenger,” Gonzalez said.

Gonzalez got a bad job review from DEA Administrator Karen Tandy, his boss.

And felt pressure to retire early.

Since then, he challenged and overturned the job review.

But the lack of investigation into the government’s actions, he said, has been a “black-eye on law enforcement.”

"It's an insult to every hard-working law enforcement officer to have the government act in this manner," Gonzalez said.

The article was written by Byron Harris and Mark Smith at WFAA-TV.

In view of Ms. Tandy's spurious background, I wanted a paper trail and full documentation.

So, I drafted a letter to Tandy, noted that I was writing an article on the Silva matter, and offered up the opportunity to state the DEA's position on the matter.

In spite of the fact I gave a deadline for responding, Ms. Tandy failed to follow through, or even give me the professional courtesy of a reply - as of the date of the announcement of her resignation, Monday, October 29th, 2007.

Something to hide, Ms. Tandy?

When the Federal Bureau of Investigation was recently accused of abuse of the Patriot Act, at least they apologized to the victims, and summarily paid damages. (Patriot Act; Post, 10/22/07)

Here, the DEA continues to thumb its nose at Justice and the American people.

High time they were cut off at the legs, don't you think?

More later...

Hitchcock...film style & technique set auteur apart!

Recently, I attended a screening of a retrospective of a young director's work, and found myself comparing the artist's filmic style to Hitchcock's - a compliment - to be sure.

What makes a film decidedly Hitchcockian in nature?

The way a location is used, for instance.

Hitchcock was a firm believer that if a director had a distinctive setting - it should be dramatized and become indigenous to the whole picture - not just remain in the background.

An exemplary example of this was in the intense drama, "Foreign Correspondent".

The tale was set in Holland.

What was the prominent landmark the auteur chose to weave into the storyline?

Ah, the windmill.

In one key scene, the character astutely notices that when his hat blows off - it does so in the direction of the wind - the opposite way the arms of the distinctive Dutch landmark were turning. It suddenly dawns on the lead character that the odd reaction to this natural force of nature is a secret signal to conspirators.

Pure genius on the part of Hitchcock, eh?

Placing an ordinary person in extraordinary circumstances was a common element of Hitchcock's scenarios, as well.

In - "The Man Who Knew too Much" - an ordinary man from Indianapolis is vacationing in Morocco when his son is kidnapped.

In - "The Wrong Man" - Henry Fonda is arrested for a crime he didn't commit.

Also, Janet Leigh is an ordinary secretary whose plans are violently interrupted by a schizophrenic, in the outstanding spine-tingler - "Psycho".

Mistaken identity (or the loss of one) was a common plot device in the English director's films, too.

For example, in "North by Northwest" the lead character Roger Thornton is mistaken for a non-existent CIA agent.

In "Vertigo" - in a clever twist - the intriguing plot revolves around actor James Stuart's investigation of a woman (Kim Novak) and her elusive identity.

Hitchcock also leaned toward the use of suspense over surprise in his films.

If he relied on a jolt last minute, the director felt that was tantamount to simply banging the audience over the head with frightening things. Not very inventive, according to Hitch.

With the tools of suspense, on the other hand, the legendary director argued that he could reveal things to the filmgoer which the characters in the film did not know, and then artfully build tension as the characters began to learn the truth as it unfolded.

He was also fascinated by imagery and often used repeating themes.

For example, stairwells often played a central role in a Hitchcock films.

In Hitchcock's first movie - "The Lodger" - he tracked a suspected serial killer's movements on a staircase with diabolical effect.

Meanwhile, in "Psycho", several staircases were featured prominently; on the path up to the Bate's mansion and at the entrance to the fruit cellar, for instance.

And, who could forget the actual movie with the image in the title, "39 Steps"?

"39 Steps" is arguably Hitchcock's best British film.

The compositions on-screen were remarkable, too; undoubtedly influenced by the great German and Russian filmmakers of an earlier era.

The camera often angled up and down, cut off faces, and framed action in highly-unusual stunning and dramatic ways. A style of filmmaking European directors were well-known for.

Hitchcock also got a perverse thrill out of taking audiences on a voyeuristic roller-coaster ride.

In "Rear Window", as James Stewart's character stares across the courtyard at his adversary for most of the film - without the subject being none-the-wiser - the filmgoer titters over the intrigue on the sidelines.

Then, he used an unexpected element of surprise to rivet the audience to the edge of their seats.

The audience is thrown - and literally gasps out loud - when Raymond Burr's character suddenly (without warning) turns his face to the camera and pointedly asks,

"What do you want of me?"

In another instance in "Psycho", the camera zeroes in on a hotel-room window, through which the audience is first introduced to Marion Crane and her divorced boyfriend, Sam Loomis.

The characters are partially undressed. Subsequently, Marion and Sam end up titillating the filmgoers - who surmise from snatches of clues in the frame - that the two had been engaged in a passionate sex romp on their lunch break.

Later, in the same psychological thriller, Norman Bates delights in secretly watching Marion undress through a concealed peephole in the wall.

Hitchcock's films were regarded as highly sexed.

And, the English director often dealt with taboo subjects.

Sometimes, due to the conventions of the day, sexuality was cloaked in a symbolic fashion. For example, in one classic scene, the shot cuts abruptly from two aroused lovers to a train entering a tunnel in the next.

In fact, Hitchcock found a number of ways to convey sexuality without depicting it graphically; for instance, he inferred explicit sexual craving with the passionate consumption of food.

In an amusing scene in "Psycho", Anthony Perkins carries on a conversation with Janet Leigh while one of his hands strokes a dead animal and the other lingers on his crotch suggestively.

When it came to casting, the celebrated director was a firm believer in selecting unknowns for lesser roles, and for good reason.

Sure, he understood the need for star recognition and box office appeal and the value of high-calibre actors to the success of a film; but, felt the smaller parts - the cameo gems - should not be inhabited by faces that were recognized by the movie-going public at the local theatre.

This approach lended more credibility to the project, he felt.

In his own words, he noted,

"The best casting man is the novelist; his principals are always new, unfamiliar."

An old-familiar face popping up in a scene in some foreign far-off locale would jar the sense of reality to the audience, he conjectured.

How he achieved his effects on screen was legendary, too.

The infamous shower scene in "Psycho" was painstakingly achieved by facilitating the head of a nude - and a girl in full figure - with the woman doing the stabbing.

Hitchcock shot a lot of the nude scenes in slow motion because it was important to have the breast covered by an arm at a crucial moment. Later, Hitch sped up the footage for the final cut.

There were an amazing seventy-eight cuts used in a short forty-five second sequence.

His 1958 film "Vertigo", contains a camera trick that has been imitated and re-used so many times by filmmakers that it has become known as the Hitchcock zoom.

Although famous for inventive camera angles, Hitchcock generally avoided points of view that were physically impossible from a human perspective.

For example, he would never place the camera looking out from inside a refrigerator.

This was a device to draw the audience into the film's action, in his opinion.

During an interview conducted by Francois Truffaut a few years ago, Alfred Hitchcock said,

"What is drama, after all, but life with the dull bits cut out?"

Years ago, I had a funny experience near the set of "Frenzy" (a film about a necktie murderer) in London, England.

I noticed some cameras and a lot of activity in the street and asked someone what was going on.

A passer-by noted that Hitchcock was filming his latest movie.

Well, I thought to myself, Hitchcock is such a great director; with an eye for talent. Maybe I should watch from afar - who knows - I might get discovered.

A few minutes later, there was an announcement over a loud speaker,

"Would the man in the white shirt get out of the shot?"

Shame-faced, I realized it was me they were referring to, and moved on.

Oh well, that's show business.

Diana Vreeland...quote on elegance!

The only real elegance is in the mind

 If you've got that

The rest really comes from it

http://www.julianayrs.com

Prophecy...a gift from God!

In the Business Section of the LA Times, a writer for "Consumer Confidential", reported that he threw caution to the wind recently and jauntily stepped into a "storefront" establishment that offered "psychic readings" - to, as he demurely put it:

"Take a look at those who employ other-worldly means to help people prepare for the inevitable."

After lamely noting that an initial consultation for sixty dollars became a prolonged sales pitch for a five-hundred and seventy-five dollar "psychic cleansing" - which the young woman, Crystal, insisted was needed to restore his gloomy aura to its previously golden hue - he proceeded to cast aspersions on the "forecast" industry populated by psychics, astrologers - and the like - who use their talents to tap into the mysterious spirit world to conjure up messages from the other side.

If Mr. Lazarus departed the young seer's shop with a bad vibe in his aura, it's obviously due to his own negative "karma", in my estimation.

After all, he clearly was remiss in his duty as a journalist.

Judging from the ramblings of his expose, it's evident little constructive research was carried out; nor was there a fair open-minded approach to the subject.

In sum, Lazarus took an unkind swipe, which was unjust and uncalled for.

But, I guess a "Witch Hunt" is to be expected at Halloween.

When I was a teenager, I was fascinated by the occult.

Because of my own unique, childhood experiences - and due to an obvious uncertainty about the future - I became a seeker.

At first, my spiritual travels led me into the arcane arts.

The field of palmistry was particularly intriguing.

One of the best texts to use for a guide on the topic is by noted palmist, Cheiro.

He was one of the most famous and colorful occult figures of the early Twentieth Century - a clairvoyant who used palmistry, astrology, and Chaldean numerology - to make startlingly revelations about future world events.

Cheiro was often coached into summoning forth predictions for a handful of celebrity clients - stage legend Sarah Bernhardt, literary giant Oscar Wilde, and the highly-regarded, Duke of Windsor - to name a few.

Yes, he predicted the abdication from the Throne!

Did you know that psychologist - Carl Jung - examined the hands of tots to verify the presence of "Down Syndrome" ?

When I mapped the squiggly lines creasing my own palm, and compared them to diagrams in texts, I was startled to discover that so many of the principles and theories in his slim book held up.

Not content to base my conclusions on one set of mutts, I plucked up the sweaty palms of numerous friends, and was taken aback when they assured me my insightful dabblings rang true.

My foray into the I-Ching was equally as productive.

The I-Ching, is a calculated method of identifying order in what seems like chance events, and is central to a philosophy at the heart of Chinese cultural beliefs.

The Querent tosses three coins - or yarrow sticks - in logical sequence.

By way of a hexagram, the subject is able to fathom improbable influences - and hence - plot a course to wisely effect a positive change in harmony with the forces of nature.

In sum, the I-Ching is a tool of Divination, capable of tapping into the synchronistic undercurrent that touches and orchestrates all life.

The ritual is not a parlor game and should be approached with solemn respect.

Eventually, when the word spread around the neighborhood about my own psychic stirrings, I was forced to set aside appointment dates to meet the demand for private consultations.

In time, the Vancouver Sun wrote a feature on me, and delved into the fascinating topic with remarkable insight.

On the heels of this article, a National Tabloid mailed me prints of three anonymous hands to peruse; when my analysis was right on the mark, the editors excitedly published a report on the results.

The phone rang off the hook, after that.

A short time later, I was invited to appear on a popular morning TV Show - "Tomorrow's Fortune" - at CKVU in Vancouver, B.C.

Anonymous callers dialed in each day and asked a question; at which point, I'd offer up responses based on a three-point Tarot card lay-out on the podium before me.

Oftentimes - callers let out a gasp - or cried out, "Yes, that's true!"

Within minutes the switchboard would light up and operators invariably struggled to keep on top of the onslaught of frenzied calls.

Of course, the Tarot cards are only a focal point for the concentration; ultimately, the messages are triggered by, and spring from, the deep recesses of the all-knowing subconscious mind.

When the popular morning show finished its run - I continued to coach clients spanning the far reaches of the globe - usually on issues pertaining to pressing business deals or those intimately related to the secrets of the heart.

One day, without warning, I was blessed with an epiphany of sorts.

As a matter of record, it should be noted, that I studied Buddhism and Yoga for a number of years.

I gleaned much from the teachings of the Great Masters; in particular, Lao Tzu, the father of Taoism.

But, after much soul-searching - and an awakening - the Holy Spirit urged me to return to the Catholic faith.

In a startling, mystical encounter last fall, the Holy Trinity descended upon me late one dark night and blessed my heart.

At this juncture, I was forced to reevaluate my involvement with the esoteric and other-worldly pursuits.

I came to the conclusion that - shuffling cards brimming with symbolic meaning, peering into ominous swirls of tea leaves, and the reading of "limbs" - simply amounted to a lot of tom-foolery in the black arts.

Shortly after that revelation - during a reading of the scriptures one day - there was a moment of illumination.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, in fact.

The gifts of prophecy, of healing, and the speaking of tongues, are precious gifts from God.

In the scriptures it notes as follows:

1 Co 12:8

For to one is given by the Spirit the word of wisdom; to another the word of knowledge by the same Spirit;

1 Co 12:9

To another faith by the same Spirit; to another the gifts of healing by the same Spirit;

1 Co 12:10

To another the working of miracles; to another prophecy; to another discerning of spirits; to another divers kinds of tongues; to another the interpretation of tongues:

However, the "gifts" must be used wisely.

The gifts of prophecy and healing, for instance, are not to be used for profit, to acquire fame, or to set into motion motives for selfish gain.

Just as surely as the precious gift may be bestowed upon a disciple - by the Divine Grace of the Lord - it just as swiftly may be snatched away from a young prophet because of misuse.

In addition, it should be wisely noted, that the gift must always be attributed to the Lord.

A case in point.

Last fall, the Church of the Good Shepherd sponsored a healing mass.

A firm believer in the "healing arts", I attended with great enthusiasm.

But - I was jolted into reality when the "faith healers" laid their "hands" on the subject - without undertaking proper precautions.

Moreover, it was evident to me by the dramatic "showiness" of the occasion - and the bold assertions by the practioners that the subjects would be "healed" - that I was forced to admit their efforts were entirely misguided.

To give false hope to the sick and needy is a mortal sin!

In essence, the Healing was a "sham".

When placing the "hands" on a subject, there must be a prayer to the Lord requesting that the "healing" be granted.

Notwithstanding - during the "laying-on" of the hands - the "disciple" must concentrate on Christ and the healing power of the Saviour's Love.

When spiritulists allege verbal communications with the dead - it annoys me somewhat - too.

For instance - some celebrated "mediums" step into the spotlight on a myriad of slick, enticing TV Shows - alleging to have had conversations with "spirits" who have passed over to the other side.

In spite of the fact the loved ones departed this realm decades ago!

According to Buddhists, when a sentient being passes away, the soul is reincarnated immediately into another body.

So, in this scenario, it would be impossible for "sensitives" to realistically engage in such an activity.

However, in some instances, it is wholly possible to make contact with a spirit for a brief period shortly after a release from the physical body.

The reason for this is quite simple.

In the scriptures, it states quite emphatically that the spirit hovers between this realm and the next for seven days after death.

Some assert, that during this time frame, the soul is permitted to contemplate its acts, reflect on earthly existence, and prepare for the next plane.

At times the transition may be difficult, though; especially when the individual died in a sudden, tragic, or shocking manner.

A trauma such as this, requires a period of adjustment, before the soul is able to move on.

Until such time, the spirit may be unable to release "ties".

But the Bible is firm on one issue.

In seven days, the soul rises up, to come face to face with God.

To meet the maker?

So, today, I use my gifts quietly.

After all, I'm only dancing on this earth for a short while.

I lend a healing hand to one in need, or offer up advice to a stranger when there is a window of opportunity, to do so.

As much as possible, I endeavor to be an instrument of God; ultimately, allowing his invisible hand to work through me, whenever possible.

Amen!

Judy Garland...Somewhere Over The Rainbow

The Shining...Halloween screening, at the Forever Hollywood Cemetery!

Talk about a spooky event!

The "Forever Hollywood Cemetery" will be screening "The Shining" on Halloween evening, at 7 p.m.

To avid cinema buffs, the film was Stanley Kubrick's most notable, knock-out, Gothic horror, film masterpiece.

The film, starring Jack Nicholson, caused quite a sensation when it was first released, but still reverberates today...a spine-tingling supernatural thriller that makes the heart beat faster, and capable of hurling the mentally weak into near insanity.

As to why he chose to direct the film, Kubrick noted,

"I thought it was the most ingenious and exciting stories of the genre I had read. It seemed to strike an extraordinary balance between the psychological and the supernatural in such a way as to lead you to think that the supernatural would eventually be explained by the psychological."

"If you can be frightened by a ghost story, then you must accept the possibility that supernatural beings exist. If they do, then there is more than just oblivion waiting beyond the grave."

Guess you'll find out on Halloween eve!!!

Sam Harris...life is a Cabaret after Star Search!

He took the Nation by storm in a more innocent era when "Star Search" was the top precursor to today's hit show, "American Idol".

Mr. Harris not only captured the subtle nuances of the Wizard of Oz hit "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" (a standard sung by Ms. Garland) - but in the process - managed to make the song-styling an unforgettable moment in show business history.

And, each week, millions tuned in to see how far the little charmer could go!

Those were heady days for the pint-sized bundle of talent.

So, where is Sam today?

Shucks, just missed a performance in Orange County recently; but, that doesn't stop me from raving about this young man's remarkable gift and charismatic style!

He noted in a throw-away local paper that he's working with Liza Minnelli on a show she's developing about the legendary Kay Thompson (a Judy Garland friend who had a big impact on Minnelli's life).

Mr. Harris noted that he is penning (!) the show for Liza.

Originally from Sand Springs, Oklahoma, he started his career at 15.

Although he started on the boards at a young age, he managed to finish his education by correspondence courses. The boy obviously recognized the need for an education even if it was through the U.S. Mail.

Looking back, he fondly recalled his eagerness to take any job in any dump or dive; after all, he just wanted to hone his talent and sing out!

In a show - "OUT OF CONTROL" - he invented his "look".

You know, the oversize tuxedo jacket paired with humble sneakers which became his trademark on "Star Search".

Go figure, first time out for "Star Search", he did not even make the cut; but, a couple of people in his corner pushed for him until he finally scored.

Almost overnight, the diminutive songster was a sensation; although, like many in the business, it was ten years in the making.

A recording contract with Motown followed which produced two hit albums.

Clearly, being ready for the spotlight, was the key.

Broadway followed, and two Tony nominations, and a handful of TV roles,

Today?

Mr. Harris is in a relationship; happy, and thankful for his sobriety.

Who knew?

In a parting comment, he hit a poignant note,

"I realize that what I do is not who I am. The illusion of my identity isn't wrapped up in whether or not I'm liked. My survival no longer depends on it."

Undoubtedly, any fears he once entertained are far behind him.

In my estimation, Sam's star will continue to shine brightly for quite some time.

Arab Film Festival...Los Angeles!

Well, the "Los Angeles Latino Film Festival" wound up a successful week at the Arclight Theatre...

As we anxiously wait for the "American Film Institute Festival" in early November, will we have to settle for second-run films at the local discount movie-houses?

Maybe not!

Why not venture out and take a gander at some intriguing new films from the Arab world of filmmaking?

For the first time, Los Angeles will play host to a series of films - written, directed, and/or produced by Arabian artists.

Scheduling dates: October 31st thru November 4, 2007

The mission of the Arab Film Festival (AFF) is to enhance public understanding of Arab culture and to provide alternative representations of Arabs that contradict the stereotypical images frequently encountered in the American mass media.

The Arab Film Festival screens films from and about the Arab World that provide realistic perspectives on Arab people, culture, art, history and politics.

The spotlight will shine on Tunisia, Lebanon, and Palestine.

Films that are causing pre-screening buzz are "Falafel", a University Student's nocturnal adventures in Beirut.

On first impression, "Falafel" is a stylish young party movie filled with comedy and sexual chemistry, but just below the surface, it possesses a subtle analysis of the ways in which the Lebanese war still lingers in the lives of those barely old enough to remember it.

And, then there is a second option: Ashura: Blood and Beauty...

"Blood and Beauty" is a contemporary look at the 1300-year-old Ashura Muslim ritual that demonstrates that a mix of modernity and tradition in Lebanon has made Ashura a platform for young people to meet each other.

This short documentary reveals a side to Ashura that the world has not yet seen, a side that is not bloody and violent, but rather ambiguous and compelling.

Screenings will be held at the Writers Guild Theatre and other local venues within shouting distance of each other.

For ticket info: aff.org

Quentin Tarantino...Edgar Wright. Surprise appearances at Shaun of the Dead!!

I was finishing up touches on a "Tribute" to Herbie Hancock, when I noticed an e-mail communication wormed its way into my mailbox.

Regency Theatre apologized for the short notice, then proceeded to jog my memory about a midnight screening of the horror film - "Shaun of the Dead" - later in the evening.

The mention of a potential surprise guest piqued my curiosity!

Although I was scheduled to attend the play - "Third" - at the David Geffen Playhouse, I surmised I could wangle a quick exit and head over to the Fairfax District to take in the cult film.

What the heck, I'd gulp down a couple of Red Bulls - if necessary - to get me wired!

For a back-up, I'd make a pact with a filmgoer in the seat astride me to give a nudge in the ribs, if I dozed off.

At the theatre, I plucked up my ticket.

As I grabbed a juicy hot dog - only a buck at the Regency - I casually asked the usher:

"Who's the surprise guest?"

The server's eyes went wide; then, he shrugged awkwardly.

Ah, had the Theatre enticed me into the turn-of-the-century movie house on a false premise, to rustle up late-nite tickets sales?

I'd know soon enough.

I slipped into the half-lit room and found a cozy seat up-front on the aisle.

The Regency was packed with enthusiastic young film buffs, bubbling with small talk, and with a bad case of the munchies!

A couple of 'em wore white shirts, splattered with red, which caused a stir here and there in the packed movie house.

Go see the movie, you'll figure it out!

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a man trotting down the aisle behind me.

Suddenly, he turned on his heel and plunked down in the seat across from me, a mere three feet away.

Although I am somewhat jaded, I was inclined to do a double-take nonetheless, when I turned to give the guy a nod and found myself staring into the face of director Quentin Tarantino!

In one dizzying moment, other audience members spied him too.

At this juncture, excited fans simultaneously turned sideways to friends - and either mouthed or whispered his name - "Tarantino".

There was a definite buzz in the room!

The night manager sauntered up on the stage at this point and announced he'd like to introduce a very special guest.

What an understatement!

As we held our collective breath, he paused for dramatic effect, then bellowed out:

"Here's the Director of the film - "Shaun of the Dead" - Edgar Wright!"

Whoa!

The audience went wild.

Mr. Wright was a slim hip-looking dude with a sexy English accent and a personable manner.

The famed auteur filled us in on the events.

According to his account, he was driving by the Theatre a couple of days just shy of October 31st, when he spied a notice on the marquee announcing a screening for "Shaun of the Dead".

"I was happy to see that 'cause we made this film for Halloween," he noted gleefully.

He thanked us for coming out, then hit us with another surprise.

Yup, another show-biz guest was lurking in the wings!

"Here he is, Simon Pegg," he shouted out excitedly.

Ah, the star of the horror film!

Lucy Davis - an actress who also worked on the ghoulish project - was in the Theatre as well; subsequently, she took a perfunctory bow.

Boy, did we hit the jackpot!!!

The crowd was ecstatic.

When the lights fell - needless to say - the audience was quite attentive.

Of course - occasionally there were stolen glances in the direction of Tarentino - who was now sitting with his famous buds in tow.

During the screening, Mr. Tarantino took me by surprise.

Over the years - perhaps due to his body of work - I imagined him to be cerebral at best.

On the contrary, he roared out loud in the seat next to me, and demonstrated a healthy down-to-earth sense of humor and a glaring sensibility about the cinema.

In fact, for the most part, the award-winning director and I tended to laugh the longest and the hardest at the same sight gags, lines, and awkward oddball moments on screen.

No sh**.

Uncanny.

Clearly, Mr. Tarentino would fit right in with my own set of zany friends!

By the way, it did not escape my attention that at the close of the entertaining film, the audience patiently sat through all the credits.

Out of respect to the filmmakers who remained in their seats 'til the end of the crawl, I expect.

Just maybe, there was an ulterior motive, though.

No doubt, a handful of fans were pining to walk up the aisle with Tarentino, so they could maneuver an up-close look - or in the alternative - land a hand-shake or two in the lobby?

No surprise, because that's what unfolded.

Mr. Tarentino was gracious, in good spirits, and mingled with the crowd all 'round.

The screening of "Shaun of the Dead" was part of the "Insomniac Cinema" series at the Regency which starts up like clockwork at the stroke of midnight every Friday night at the Theatre.

Check the Theatre's listings for upcoming must-see features!

Teaser at "Shaun of the Dead" website:

http://www.paramountpictures.co.uk/romzom/

Enjoy!

Reflection...mysterious!

Hillary Clinton 60th birthday bash...ominous wishes!

Today's newspaper is reporting that at Hillary Clinton's 60th birthday bash in New York, well-wishers raised a staggering 1.5 million in cash for her bid for the Presidency.

The journalist, Glenn Thrush, wrote,

"The Clintons have always blurred the line between personal, political, and financial, and Thursday night's party at Manhattan's Beacon Theatre, with 3000 paying guests, was perhaps the crowning example."

Well, if you had any doubts, I can attest to that, from a behind-the-scenes perspective.

You see, last week I got this great, lightbulb of-an-idea.

A little world-weary of scouring the Internet for the latest tidbits on Hillary's comings and goings - the width and breadth of her cleavage in any particular week, that sort-of-titillating thing - it dawned on me to surreptitiously check her website on occasion.

When I got to the vanity site, a stroke of luck befell me!

Yes, I was invited to sign on for her newsletter.

I could barely contain my excitement.

Imagine that, now Hillary would be firing off e-mail communications to me, unknowingly updating me on her deepest thoughts, travel plans, and all-manner of inside scoop on future events, in the 2008 Presidential Race.

So, I keyed in my e-mail address, threw my feet up on the coffee table, and sat back!

Well, looks like my plan backfired.

A few days later, I got an e-mail from Mr. Bill Clinton - himself! - inviting me to click on a link and sign a birthday card for Hill's 60th!

Ah, shucks!

I'm pretty sentimental when it comes to B-days!

As far as I'm concerned, every celebrant should have cake, best buds in tow to toast with champagne splits - and most importantly - there has to be a ceremonious, satisfying romp in the hay...to confirm, at least in some small fashion, that the individual is still in the game...

So, I enthusiastically mused, "May your innermost wish be fulfilled"...

Then, just after I hit the send button, I recoiled in shock!

What had I done?

I am a pretty superstitious guy, after all; surely, if you blow out all the candles, you'll get the wish?

What do you suppose Hillary's would be - to retire and pen children's books?

Something tells me it is much more ominous and far-reaching than that!

Especially, in view of the fact that once the wish was sent, a pop-up box pandered for a donation!

Well, I won't worry - not yet, anyway.

I mean, do you think Hillary Clinton had wind enough last night to blow out 60 candles - raging away ferociously on a tiered cake?

Naw, I'm dreaming...

Dalai Lama...sophisticated New Yorkers don't bat an eye!

There was a big flap in the State Capitol last week when the Chinese caught wind of the President's plans to meet with the Dalai Lama in honor of the Congressional Medal bestowed upon him by the U.S. Government.

I reported in my own posts last week that Chinese Officials demanded - no other word for it, folks - that the honor be "revoked".

Over the weekend, when I stumbled across Clyde Haberman's take on the issue in the New York Times, I just LOL.

That's internet-ese for: laughed out loud!

When Mr. Haberman noted that the Communist party boss in Tibet denounced the Dalai Lama's actions in recent years as "splittest", he quipped,

"Now, there's a word you don't here often these days. Sounds like someone who likes his champagne in small bottles."

To be honest with you, when I proof-read my own article (where I also referenced the term) spell check reared its ugly head.

The dictionary came up empty-handed, too; no references!

However, there was an alternative offered up: splitter.

Webster notes,

Main Entry: split·ter
Pronunciation: \ˈspli-tər\
Function: noun
Date: 1623
1 : one that splits
2 : one who classifies organisms into numerous named groups based on relatively minor variations or characters — compare lumper
3 : split-fingered fastball

Ah, so maybe something was lost in the translation.

Maybe, the party boss was really inferring that the Dalai Lama was throwing a fastball, putting the screws to them, that sort-of-thing.

On the other hand, what would be so wrong with classifying organisms into numerous named groups based on minor variations or characters?

In that case, maybe he was calling His Holiness a "lumper"?

Well, he has been known to teach that sentient beings are "equal".

In that scenario, he has sort-of lumped us all together, I guess!

Mr. Haberman then reported that the Chinese threatened that if their demands were not met, there would be a serious impact.

Now, it got sinister.

Yes, Mr. Haberman managed to go where no other journalist had boldly gone forth before; he lamented, somewhat astutely,

"They offered no specifics. Maybe they'll stop sending us any more lead-painted toys, defective tires, toxic toothpaste, and tainted pet food. Wouldn't that be awful?"

Ha!

Haberman is a laugh riot, to be sure.

He proceeded to confidently report that in New York - sophisticated city-dwellers in the Big Apple - barely noticed the Dalai Lama on his recent visit; in spite of the fact His Holiness swirled through the streets in billowing saffron-colored robes.

And, in spite of the fact it was not even Halloween eve or in the vicinity of the Village.

Finally, he concluded with the notion that the United Nations were so much in the thrall of China, that they cast a blind eye to His Holiness. In fact, he duly reported that Officials didn't even have the courtesy, or good taste, to invite Tibet's spiritual leader for a look-see at the building.

Heck, the Chrysler Building - or the Cloisters - offer up better sight-seeing ops!

But, I do thank Mr. Haberman for telling it like it is - fall out - or no!

When you live in the moment - a Buddhist tenet - there is a whole world of possibilities.

For starters, not having to worry about repercussions!

Space...Helix Nebula!

"No Age"...surges into stratosphere!

"NO AGE" is striking out, here and there, across the Net.

Dean Spunt and Randy Randall are the dynamic duo that head up the group, who are often defined by their punk rock sensibilities and noisy rock sound.

Formally known as the "Wives", "No Age" has been creating quite a buzz.

Industry critics, with a sense of historical reference, say they are reminiscent of early "Black Dice", "The Ramones", and "My Bloody Valentine".

"Weirdo Rippers" - a first release - captures the mercurial band hitting their stride.

The EP consists of vinyl-only recordings the band released simultaneously on five different labels.

Pitch-fork - an online music site - raised the hysteria level by giving "No Age" a nod recently.

No Age scored an 8.0, which added critical credibility to their innovative song stylings.

The musical segments jar at times, and prone to jump erratically from punk rock squalls one moment - into melodic riffs - the next.

Some say, Randall's controlled clashing and Spunk's jabbing punk riffs, rise and fall like a kind of mystical poetry.

Their musings are both colorful and imaginative!

It's obvious, the band has continued a "Wives" credo.

They play frequently, spur of the moment, and endeavour to maintain their organic roots.

And, in the process, manage to delight their fans as they hone their musical spontaneity.

In essence, the "No Age" song structure is simplistic and loose in construction.

In spite of that, the riffs manage to hit you in the gut and in the heart, and are thoroughly compelling.

"No Age" jumped into their first gig at "The Smell" in Los Angeles (April 2006) when the band was keenly involved in the development of a performance space for local hacks.

In sum, "Smell" is a venue exalting the vestiges of underground music and pop culture.

The band's creative roots are in performance and visual art, with a leaning toward multi-media and video.

"No Age" is often compared to "Lightning Bolt", which is quite a compliment.

As to the music, well, it's captivating.

In "Neck Escaper", the notes sit on the air a little, then push forward - with urgent drums, cymbal clashes, and catchy guitar riffs that strike the air - then fall back into submission.

"Boy Void" is a signature piece that exposes the listener to raw musical elements.

Because I did not own any of their five limited-edition recordings in my possession, I scoured the Internet recently, and stumbled on a treasure-trove of stellar early recordings.

Yes, "Boy Void" was among them.

I was positively enthralled!

My collection resonates sharply now.

Stay tuned for future updates, eh?

Marilyn Manson...Halloween Lingerie & Costume Ball.

Marilyn Manson hosts "The Highlands" 5th Annual Halloween Lingerie & Costume Ball on Saturday, October 27th, 2007.

Talk about a Monster Bash...

Manson's entrance into impolite society is billed as the biggest, baddest Halloween event yet!

Of course, Manson is well-known as a shock rocker, who rose to the top of the charts on a morbid platform of sex, drugs, and Devil worship.

Though music critics have dealt harsh blows, his brand of heavy-metal musical eruptions, nevertheless, struck a major chord with the youth market...and, he still has a cult following, today.

On the strength of ingenuous, skillful, PR campaigns, Manson scaled the heights - sunk to the depths, perhaps - to become a mainstream anti-hero, much to the chagrin of politicians who frothed at the mouth, along with hysterical, concerned parents.

Appearances like the one at "Highlands" will no doubt fan the flames!

For a general admission of forty bucks, fashionistas of the deadly set, will be able to writhe to the rantings and ravings of eight DJs...yeah, six main floor areas will openly entice the Children of Lucifer into naughty play.

Expected to attend? Oh, about 3500 Freaks...Satan, willing!

With a precious VIP TICKET, why not go all the way to the Church of the Dark Lord?

On the 5th floor, an additional three dance floors will keep the spooky event hypnotically gyrating into the gaunt hours of the wee dawn, in Hollyweird, California.

If ghoulish affairs rustle up "Silence of the Lambs" kinds of appetites - with an insatiable craving for sauteed liver, and an urge to imbibe - then go for VIP Status, which includes six tickets and two bottles of Pink Vodka!

Skoal!

Party hearty, eh?

Rails & Ties...Eastwood's daughter directs!

Occasionally, life's path twists and turns in unfathomable ways with no apparent rhyme or reason; but, each step may ring true along the way, nonetheless.

Such is the case with Kevin Bacon's theatrical release aptly titled "RAILS & TIES".

Imagine this scenario...

In one part of town , a desperate mother prepares to commit suicide to end her emotional pain.

Across town - another struggles valiantly to deal with a terminal illness which threatens to end her life - long before she's prepared to let go.

What kind of justice does God mete out, anyway?

Fortunately, the filmmakers don't venture there.

Instead, with a competent no-nonsense first-time director at the helm - Alison Eastwood (yeah, Clint's daughter) - a thought-provoking tale unfolds which impacts.

Through a glass darkly, universal themes about - survival, forgiveness, and compassion - rear their ugly head.

Without any apologies, the filmmakers force the audience to stare mortality in the face!

An engineer is barrellin' down the track one crisp morning when he spies a car parked on the rails ahead.

In a split second, the railroad worker (Bacon) must render a tough decision.

Should he tug on the emergency brake - in a bold-faced effort to avoid hitting the car - and run the risk of derailing the train?

Or - in the alternative - play it by-the-book.

When a young mother dies because of the difficult choice he makes, there is a full-scale investigation, and Bacon is placed on suspension until such time as the facts can be determined.

To complicate matters, Bacon is not only forced to grapple with his wife's terminal illness, but suddenly deal with a reality that has somehow eluded him until now.

It gnaws at him - too late - that he hasn't been a particularly thoughtful or dotting husband.

Is it possible to still mend those wounds?

As Bacon's character deals with the dilemmas, the young man who lost his mother in the rail tragedy, arrives on his doorstep demanding answers.

Well, maybe God's mysterious plan is suddenly apparent, and the Universe is unfolding as it should!

"Rails & Ties" is a modest film in many respects.

But, it is so beautifully crafted - that in one unsuspecting moment - it will tear at your heartstrings - with devastating effects

As usual, Marcia Gay Harden was a revelation in a finely-tuned performance.

Mr. Bacon delivered a measured understated performance - a little too minimalist in nature for my taste at times - but kudos to the maturing actor for pulling off a characterization that does resonate.

As to Alison Eastwood - well - it's evident she has a great directorial career ahead of her.

I, for one, shall be looking forward to her next project with great enthusiasm, whatever it may be.

Bon Jovi...Bed of Roses, music video!

Lions For Lambs...Preview

David Beckham...top stud! Just, ask me.com

The ever slick - AskMen.com - tallied over 1 million votes recently and from the frenzied response figured out who is a true "man's man".

Silly me!

I thought that a "man's man" was either a gay guy's lover - or one of those traditional forms of help - otherwise known as a majordomo, butler, whatever.

So, I turned to the pages of Webster for the answer.

According to the dictionary, a "man's man" is,

"A man noted or admired for traditionally masculine interests and activities."

So, who soared to the top of the masculine dog pile?

Becks, of course.

He, of many tattoo, and great kickin' legs.

The list this year, released annually, was sprinkled with some other notable male studs.

Matt Damon, squeaked behind Beckham into the No. 2 slot, for instance.

Christian Bale (3:10 to Yuma), Daniel Craig ( ah, the man with the golden gun) , George Clooney, and the very musical - Justin Timberlake - fell into the ranks somewhere behind.

Brad Pitt must be slipping, since he was a no-show in the top ten. But, he held firm at the No. 11 spot.

Ryan Seacrest, No 27, fussed farther back in the stellar line-up, unscathed.

No surprise, he's such a confident metrosexual male, after all.

No prizes for the winners, save for the obvious ego stroking that goes along with the territory.

Blackwater...trigger happy security for hire!

According to the Iraq Government, on September 16th, a Blackwater convoy opened fire indiscriminately at a busy Baghdad crossroads killing 17 bystanders.

Blackwater officials argued that the men were forced to react in defense because they had allegedly come "under fire".

Of course, Blackwater is the private security firm that has racked up more than 1 billion dollars in American Government contracts, mainly to protect diplomats overseas.

To many, the Blackwater guards are just plain trigger happy; in fact, according to a report by the House Committee on oversight and Government reform, Blackwater was involved in at least 195 shootings in 32 months to their knowledge.

On four out-of-five of the occasions, evidence supports the allegations that Blackwater guards often shoot first, then ask questions later.

Investigative agencies have gone so far as to accuse Blackwater of engaging in "cover-ups" and allege that company officials are prone to make pay-offs to keep the incidents out of the press and under wraps.

Erik Prince, a former Navy Seal who founded the company, told the committee that:

"No individual protected by Blackwater has ever been killed or seriously injured."

He admits, however, that over a thirty-year period staff have died.

None of the security staff have been prosecuted for their alleged wrong-doings, though.

In addition to a formal request that Blackwater exit the region, Iraq officials are demanding compensation for the victims' families, as well.

I think it is pretty much common knowledge that security guards, in general, lack people skills.

Through my own experience, I have found that guards on a campus, or on duty for property management companies, are ill-qualified to handle the job.

In my estimation, a number of them couldn't make the "cut" as cops, so they selected the next best career option within their grasp: security!

A number of these guys appear to have psychological problems, often substituting a badge and a gun to compensate for their inadequacies (sexually and otherwise).

A case in point.

One day I was a passenger on the Metro line when an in-uniform, off-duty security guard - who was not even in the employ of the subway - started to harass a passenger about the way he was perched on his seat.

For some inexplicable reason, he thought the fact he was a security guard gave him carte blanche to hassle a citizen at whim!

The commuter quickly put the "guard" - and I use the term loosely - in his place.

All the passengers cracked up as he wimped away having been made a fool of!

Ralph's supermarkets have the creepiest security guards you'll ever encounter in the Los Angeles area - but Pavilion's runs a close second.

One female guard often sits at a table outside with dark glasses, glaring at all the customers as they come and go.

Somehow, she managed to forget her true duty - to patrol the parking lot - and make sure customers' cars are secure!

I'm willing to bet if you crossed her, there would be hell to pay!

Yeah, rent-a-cops are the worst!

And, Blackwater is the ultimate example.

In spite of this - the outfit, and its dubious modus operandi - are sanctioned by the U.S. Government.

Graffiti @ Metro Madrid (Linea 5)

Dumbledore gay?

Gossip-mongers were all fired up over the speculation that one of the popular characters in the Harry Potter mega-hit movie series may be a flaming fag!

Is Dumbledore a member of the pink mafia?

According to the tongues that wagged on two popular Harry Potter fan sites - "The Leaky Cauldron" and "Mugglenet" - the answer is a resounding yes.

Apparently, the news is straight (wrong choice of words, I know) from the horse's mouth, so-to-speak!

According to Associated Press, JK Rowling dropped the news at a fan session in New York.

Or, was the celebrated author just talkin' tongue-in-cheek?

Associated Press rubbed their hands with glee!

"JK Rowling calling any Harry Potter character gay would make wonderful strides in tolerance towards homosexuality."

Frankly, I'd have to admit that Dumbledore has all the trappings!

The festive dress (attire) - and the musical bounce to his step - remind me of so many Queens - um - gentleman in the neighborhood of a certain age who are still single and looking for the right girl!

Wink! Wink!

Curiously, on the heels of this announcement, I found a video on the Internet that infers that Harry Potter - the lad himself - may also be a little light in the loafers, too.

For die-hard fans - who may be offended, annoyed, whatever - my apologies in advance.

Heck, I'm an avid fan myself!

Whatever gets the juices flowin', Harry!

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Madonna...exits Warner!

With a nod to Prince, Madonna has jumped on the bandwagon...another music pop star has abandoned the corporate jungle of a major record label - in this instance, Warner - for greener pastures elsewhere.

Live Nation has signed the mercurial material girl to a multi-album deal...with promises of icing on the cake - touring engagements and merchandising opportunities geared to stash some extra cash into her mad money purse.

Although there was an announcement that Live Nation, Inc. would make Madonna a shareholder as well, the specifics were not hammered out yet. Just maybe, no one's talking about the lucrative deal, to stave off an onslaught of pushy artists throwing themselves at the promoter's door!

Estimated worth of the deal? $200 million, industry-insiders say.

Although the company was criticized by Wall Street analysts for lavishing so much to land the musical icon, they defended their actions vigorously.

Chief Executive, Micahel Rapino, argued that the partnership with an artist of Madonna's calibre validated his company's strategy of developing longer and deeper relationships with touring performers through its new unit, Artist Nation.

For Madonna, the amicable parting with Warner, must have been bittersweet.

After twenty-five years of successful schmoozing, Madonna leaves a little empty-handed; after all, Warner still maintains all the recording and publishing rights to all her music.

Ouch!

And, she's still committed to a send-off album for Warner in the next year.

Yeah, she must be chomping at the bit to sever ties with her all-powerful task-master!

In a statement to the press, Madonna noted,

"The paradigm in the music business has shifted, and as an artist and a businesswoman, I have to move with that shift."

Madonna...frozen!

Patriot Act...U.S. to appeal court ruling!

Last month, a Federal Judge in Oregon struck down key portions of the Patriot Act as unconstitutional.

Judge Ann Aiken, of the Oregon Federal District Court, ruled that two provisions of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA), as amended by the Patriot Act, are unconstitutional because they violate the Fourth Amendment of the United States Constitution.

In her ruling, U.S. District Judge Ann Aiken noted that the act cannot be used to authorize secret searches and wiretapping to gather criminal evidence - instead of intelligence gathering - without violating the 4th Amendment ban on unreasonable searches and seizures.

"FISA permits the executive branch of government to conduct surveillance and searches of American citizens without satisfying the probable cause requirements of the Fourth Amendment", she ruled.

The 4th Amendment stipulates as follows:

"The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized."

She also noted that,

"For over 200 years, this nation has adhered to the rule of law, with unparalleled success. A shift to a nation based on extra-constitutional authority is prohibited, as well as ill-advised."

She added that the Supreme Court cautioned, as follows:

"The price of lawful public dissent must not be a dread of subjection to an unchecked surveillance power. Nor must the fear of unauthorized official eavesdropping deter vigorous citizen dissent and discussion of Government action in private conversation. For private dissent, no less than open public discourse, is essential to our free society."

The legal issue arose because of a lawsuit filed by Brandon Mayfield, a Portland lawyer, whose home and office were secretly searched and bugged after the FBI misidentified a fingerprint in the Madrid train bombings that killed 191 people in 2004.

The FBI apologized, and the suit was settled in Mr. Mayfield's favor, for an out-of-court settlement of $2 million.

But the illegality of the FBI's conduct is still at issue.

Lawyers for the Government have announced an appeal will be lodged in respect to Judge Aiken's findings, and subsequent ruling, which puts a major dent in FISA and the Patriot Act.

West Hollywood Carnaval...trick or treat!

In this neck of the woods, local thrift shops are packin' in excited masqueraders, in search of the perfect accessories for their titillating costumes, for West Hollywood's much-anticipated annual Halloween Carnaval party extravaganza, October 31st. (2008 Gay Edition)

Of course, the annual event is a show-stopper in the Los Angeles lower mainland.

The main street in "Boys Town" will be shut down to traffic to accommodate the two or three hundred-thousand costumers expected to hit the ghoulish trail.

According to MTV and E Entertainment, on the spirited occasion - the little city that could - throws the wildest bash of the year on the hippest square mile on the planet.

There will be three stages featuring live entertainment - enough to rock anyone's world - including the much celebrated costume contest stage, where starry-eyed hopefuls can strut their stuff before the teaming masses!

A number of the clubs will be featuring parties.

This year, Chi Chi La Rue's wild outrageous soiree at HERE LOUNGE is sure to be packed to the cobwebbed rafters and rife with studly boys and a gaggle of ubiquitous gay celebrities toasting cocktail glasses and dancing the spooky night away to the wee hours of dawn with carefree abandon.

Chelsea Handley - star of "Chelsea Lately" on "E" - will be ceremoniously crowned the "Queen of the Carnaval" along with her assistant Chuy ("King of the Carnaval") at the Coronation of the Queen *& King which begins at 9 p.m. on the "Bat Stage."

The honorary title of "Queen of the Carnaval" and "King of the Carnaval" is a highlight at the Carnaval, with the coronation taking place in front of more than 250,000 anticipated revelers this year.

Costume Contest
The quest for the most creative, outrageous and original Halloween costumes in Southern California will take place on Halloween night—right on Santa Monica Boulevard—during the West Hollywood Halloween Carnaval on Friday beginning at 6 p.m.

Unlike in previous years, there will be no pre-qualifying contests in local bars the week before Halloween. Instead, anyone in costume on Santa Monica Boulevard on Halloween night will be a potential finalist for the Costume Contest.

A team of "secret" Halloween judges will be walking up and down Santa Monica Boulevard beginning at 6 p.m. and handing out wristbands that will qualify 20 contestants for the Costume Contest finals at 10 p.m. that evening on the "Bat Stage" located on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and San Vicente Boulevard.



So, if you want to get noticed, dress to impress.

Costume Contest finalists will be vying for the $1000 Grand Prize; $500 Second Place Prize and $250 Third Place Prize.

So, get crackin' on that costume, eh?

For spectators, the perennial favs will be out in full garb; the West Hollywood Cheerleaders, for example, in their wild bouffant hairdos, careening roller-skates, and eye-catching red & white outfits (with tight-fitting sweaters stretched to the maxso that over-size boobs can bob gloriously in the fray).

Any celebrity in the news will be fair game, of course!

I expect, there will be wicked, naughty, or just plain hilarious get-ups poking fun at Paris Hilton, Sarah Palin (no effigies please or Jeffrey Prang will getcha), John McCain, O.J. Simpson, you name it.

One year, I suited up as a cowboy, ho hum! Studly, yes. Exciting, no.

If I heard one more "Howdy partner" that night - I thought I would scream bloody-murder - or commit it! The chaps chaffed, too.

Ouch!

Probably one of the most thrilling, sexiest costumes I ever donned, was hatched at the last minute.

Yeah, one dismal year I was going to beg off from the outdoor festivities to catch the show ringside at home (yeah, old age was creepin' in, I guess) - but, last minute - I snapped out of the deep funk and sprang into action.

With despair, I gazed into my sorry closet.

Nada. But then, what did I spy?

Whoa, nellie!

A pair of boots, a felt fedora, and a slightly-wrinkled trenchcoat, beckoned...

Presto!

I tossed in a jockstrap and came up with a real party-pleaser: a "Flasher".

Boy, in that impromptu get-up, I encountered the zaniest, wildest gang of revellers in my entire Halloween-ie life!

No ****; as I elbowed my way through the crowded clubs, bar-hoppers were prone to surreptitiously slip their bejwelled, or hairy, ice-cold hands, under my topoat to cop a feel - non-stop!!!

Or, in a sort-of "truth or dare" moment, offered me enticing beads, if I would flash 'em right out there on the street!

Not only did I end up with a whopping set of jewels that year, but I nearly ended up with pneumonia, next day!

For years, I've been promising myself, I'd train real hard and sculpt my physique to perfection weeks before the big event...so I could confidently strut down the street in a black speedo, with glorious, outstretched Angel wings, revealing a fabulous six-pack, along with humungous pecs!

Well, guess I'll have to settle for "couch potato" this year!

Who knows? Maybe I'll meet up with the condiment of my dreams!

Heh, it's not as bad as one year; on that occasion, I woke up next morning with a rabbit next to me in bed - and hair in my mouth!

Yeah, too many Zombies, go figure!