I think the president has been working too hard.
I think he should take the family to a night at the movies.
I mean just how many times can he watch the reruns of Roots? Or the Man who Knew too Much?
I have just the film for him.
It just opened last Friday, and is rated “G”–I think that stands for great and is all about America and its fighting spirit.
It’s called The Mighty Macs and is a true story that captures the spirit and character of The Natural, Hoosiers Rocky and Rudy all wrapped into one.
For three years Barack Obama has reminded the American people that our best days are behind us, our future is bleak and there is no such thing as American Exceptionalism.
He needs to see a movie that shows America’s Right Stuff in combating almost insurmountable obstacles and without any government assistance.
America has always been a highly motivated country and what has happened to us since FDR turned us into an entitlement people is a travesty and an insult to the American people.
The Mighty Macs, produced by an independent film company, not only demonstrates with clarity the characteristics that we have always celebrated as representative of the American character, but also re-enacts a metaphor for our very origination.
I am writing about the spirit of infracaninephilism–the love of the underdog.
It is something that has motivated our history from the Alamo through the Lost Battalion of World War I.
America has always emulated the David and Goliath story of the Old Testament.
The Mighty Macs recounts the story of Cathy Rush and her unheralded, unknown women’s basketball team in suburban Philadelphia that shocked the sports world by winning the first three women’s national titles.
Without any visible resources for the sport, Rush is hired by a small college and dedicates herself with the fierce dedication of a marine on a quest to turning a nearly nonexistent team into a national competitor.
With sheer determination, the coach inspires her team to reach for the stars because she is hungry and needs to do something with life.
The film debuted nationally on October 21st, and thousands of people learned for the first time of how Rush’ s never take no for answer demeanor charted the course for the future of her sport.
My wife and I were enthralled by the dramatic presentation that not only put women’s sports in a very positive and convincing light but emphasized the humanity of an order of nuns, who were caught in the headlights of the business side of our Catholic church.
Did they rush to get government aid?
No they dug down deeply and not only saved the team but Immaculata College.
They prayed as if everything depended on God and worked as if He wasn’t interested.
While Cathy Rush downplayed her role in the team’s success–they won the very first three Women’s Basketball Championships from 1972-74, she paved the way for Luigi Geno Auriemma and his U-Conn Huskies to bring Cathy’s pioneer work to fruition.
I had the pleasure of meeting Cathy 37 years ago.
I read in the local paper that she was in St. Louis for some clinic or speaking engagement and unannounced I went and approached her.
She was very cordial, and talked to me for what must have been 20 minutes.
I wrote a piece for my locally syndicated sports column, Kranks’s Korner that I was able to find in my archives.
Here are some of my observations, and after you see the movie…maybe with the Obamas–check out what Michelle is eating–perhaps you can compare them to the movie presentation.
At first appearance Cathy Rush gives the impression that she might be a fifth grade teacher, or perhaps a fashion writer. In reality the pretty blonde is the basketball coach at Immaculata College in suburban Philadelphia. Among those who take an interest in women’s basketball, her name is as important as those of Johnny Wooden of UCLA and Notre Dame’s Digger Phelps…
In the film she appears more like a cross between George Patton and Bobby Knight on at least one occasion.
The school’s previous record had been a mediocre 5-5. In her first season as head coach, Cathy Rush’s team finished at 10-2. (It is obvious that in the movie, what was depicted was not her first season.)
Overall in her four years at the helm, her teams have compiled ab outstanding 76-4 record, going into the 1974-75 season. This includes a thirty-five game winning streak that suddenly ended last year, when they suffered a 57-56 loss to Queens College in Flushing, New York. (My hometown area)…
Mrs. Rush, whose husband Ed is now a ref in the ABA, after a number of years in the National Basketball Association, is not of the Billy Jean King school of thought. While she has all the pride in the world about her team’s accomplishments on the court, she deeply believes that ‘girls can’t compete with men in sports’…
Mrs. Rush’s coaching philosophy is simple and to the point. She is defense-minded and her teams score a lot of their 66 points per game average on steals and fast breaks. She simply enjoys the smell of competition and the thrill of victory. Immaculata ‘could not pay me enough money to make it worthwhile,’ if she did not love her work. (In the film she says she would have done it for free.)
Four decades after first walking onto the campus of the small, Catholic college in Pennsylvania, Rush is talking about her time there a lot now.
The Mighty Macs, which essentially was completed in 2008 but — like the program itself — endured multiple challenges and adversity before prevailing.
My goodness,Rush said recently, I’m overwhelmed. I’ve been saying for 35 years the unique nature of the Immaculata story was an unlikely dream come true.
I dreamed that this movie could be made, and to see it become a reality is just so gratifying, humbling and exciting all at the same time.
Every fall as the Cards try to play their way into another post-season, the banners pop up all over town, heralding the team’s Hunt for Red October.
The term, which has become somewhat hackneyed in St. Louis at play-off time, refers to the eponymous 1984 novel by Tom Clancy.
There is no such international intrigue going on in St. Louis.
Only baseball–which is another way of saying real life.
Baseball is an important part of what vitality remains in a city that has seen its population shrink by 70% since 1960.
There have been other teams and a few other championships but baseball has ruled supreme since 1926 when the Cardinals upset the prima donna Yankees in the world series.
Since then there have been nine more WS banners that have flown atop their ballparks, the last one from the not too-distant 2006.
Part of this overall sense of malaise resulted from the fact that the team lost it best pitcher in spring training, a month before the season even opened.
Then its second #1 starter, the always reliable and highly competitive Chris Carpenter gave up a bucket-load of hits that found him with just a single win by the middle of the season.
Then there was their temperamental center-fielder, a mercurial player, named Corby Rasmus–no relation to the Clancy character above–who always played as if he were missing a suffix.
The distant Rasmus usually ignored the avuncular advice of his batting coaches for the stern wisdom of his father, much to the chagrin of long-time manager and future Hall of Famer, Tony La Russa, who has been at the Cardinals’ helm since 1996.
Illness also dampened the season. La Russa had the worst case of shingles that the baseball world had ever seen.
As his face continued to swell into a deformed mass of tissue as he preserved to hit fungoes before each game, the fans looked as if they wanted to ask for a do-over for the entire season.
It was complicated by the six-week loss of his alter ego, his pitching coach, who had stood shoulder to shoulder with his manager for over 30 years, due to his wife’s brain tumor.
There was no way they could win with all these issues, averting their needed attention from the field.
So why aren’t the Cardinals in their usual hunt mode?
This year is different.
There is an uncanny, intangible spirit that has permeated the team, the stadium and the city since late July when the team transformed itself from a mediocre band of individual players more worried about whether or not their superstar, of the last 11 seasons, Albert Pujos would even be on the team next year.
I think George Will got it wrong many years ago in his book Men at Work when he called La Russa a genius.
The New York Times calls him celebrated and cerebral.
He’s a magician who can pull victories out of a hat of defeat with a flick of his wrist to the bullpen.
The chemical brew gave their manager all he needed to work his magic.
No, this team is not on a hunt.
It is on a mission–a mission that can only come from above.
A mission is something that one is sent on or called to do.
That’s what is happening in St. Louis.
I know that sounds a bit farfetched.
Though I am not quite the kind of guy that wants the separation of church and baseball, I think that the celestial finger-pointing is overdone.
I am reminded of a story former catcher for the Cardinals and Hall of Fame broadcaster, Joe Garagiola told me in 1973 during an interview.
He had been regaling me with many of his Yogi stories all afternoon when he started talking about religion and baseball.
He thought Latin players, who continually blessed themselves before each at bat were making a novena, instead of just trying to hit the ball.
One story included Jimmy Piersall, the outfielder for the Boston Red Sox, who fought mental illness his entire life.
I highly recommend his biographical movie, Fear Strikes Out, though one must suspend belief in watching Tony Perkins try to copy the right-handed Piersall in the field.
A Catholic, like Yogi, Piersall had the habit of drawing a sign of the cross in the dirt before stepping in the batter’s box.
Yogi got up and rubbed it out, saying why don’t you just let God watch the game?
Do I really think God cares about who wins a baseball game?
Maybe God would rather just watch the game but sometimes I really believe he uses these games to humble, challenge, elate, and inspire His creatures.
I think this is one of those times.
The institution of the rally squirrel might just be a marketing tool but I was there for the night when they first showed up in a Cardinal loss.Were they messengers from God?
Whatever the case I can feel the something special emanating from the ball park.
It started with the strange way that they backed into the play-offs.
The only way they could make it was if they kept winning and the Atlanta Braves were into a horrendous slump.
Well the improbable happened and on the last day they were the last team to make the cut.
Then came the best team in the National League–the Philadelphia Phillies, who were a better team than the Cardinals.
Five game later, they were going on a winter’s vacation.
I knew something was going on when Carpenter pitched the game of his life in beating Doc Halladay, arguably the best pitcher in baseball.
He had pitched the game of his life—last season.
Next up was the rival, Milwaukee Brewers, whom the Cardinals had actually beaten a few times near the end of the season. They were almost unbeatable at Miller Park in Milwaukee.
Six games later after the Wild Cards‘ booming bats and a shut-down bullpen that won two games in Milwaukee the Brewers were yodeling the tune wait until next year.
Now it is the upstart Texas Rangers who taste the world series atmosphere last year and are back for the main course this year.
Can the Cardinals win and accomplish their mission?
Are they the most recent team of destiny?
I don’t know but I am taking my wife to her very first world series game tonight and she just knows they will prevail.
Only Michael Young and company stand in their way.
And when it is finally over this weekend or next week in St. Louis, she is convinced that their manager will can say in his special way: mission accomplished!
I don’t know she is usually right about these things!
Unless you have been pulling a Rip Van Winkle these past few weeks, you might have noticed that we have a new wave of protesting going on.
No, it’s not our three wars or the green revolution that has energized these young, unwashed and woefully uninformed masses but capitalistic greed.
Yes I am talking about Greed and that’s with a capital ‘G’ and it rhymes with ‘d’ and that stands for ‘Democrat,’ right here in River City.
While it is supposed to be a spontaneous uprising, I wonder why their rhetoric is quite similar to that drivel emanating from 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
The protesters call themselves the 99 percent, in contrast to the wealthiest 1 percent of Americans.
This diverse group has multiple reasons for the protest, ranging from taxes to debt.
However, there seems to be one common enemy: Wall Street.
The protesters are speaking out against what they perceive as the corrupt 1 % of Americans who make the majority of the financial decisions in the country.
Why do you think there are protestors on Wall Street and other financial centers of the country?
This is what community organizers do!
As an active student of history, I am forced to harken back to something I read this past summer in The Greater Journey, David McCullough’s wonderful rendition of Americans studying abroad from roughly 1830-1873.
His best work was reserved for near the end of the book when he greatly detailed the uprising of the French Communards.
Even Karl Marx took notice and went back to the drawing board to revise his communistic theories and strategies.
Following the war’s conclusion, according to historian Benedict Anderson, thousands fled abroad, roughly 20,000 Communards were executed during the Semaine Sanglante (“Bloody Week”), and 7,500 were jailed or deported.
McCullough says that nearly twice as many people died in this rebellion than in the entire French Revolution. (35,000 vs. 19000)
I think we can all learn something about the Occupiers from reading McCullough’s incisive section.
Just who are these Occupiers?
Well you might say they have taken their marching orders from Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals.
They have targeted the bastion of freedom in this country–private property and entrepreneurs, who pay far more than their fair share.
Karl Marx and Alinsky have been writing their sound bites and their vapid rhetoric.
If they really cared for this country, jobs and their future, they would have milled outside the White House, which is largely responsible for the economic debacle we are all suffering instead of wasting their time on the business community.
You can add Christopher Dodd and Barney Frank to this equation as well.
In effect they are insuring that we suffer through a double-dipped recession and maybe something even worse, shades of 1933.
As the new year dawns in January, look for these mobs to turn ugly. Violence and destruction will become their watchwords.
They are community disorganizers!
To compare them to the Tea Party people is an egregious abuse of the language and a true distortion of the reality of the American scene.
Demonstrations and riots are part of the Obaman strategy.
To see it anyway else is to court national disaster.
They organize the rabble to disorganize society so there will be less democracy and the man with the biggest guns will run the entire show and then he wont have to listen to his children’s complaining, and whimpering about his failed presidency.
This is all part of his re-election strategy.
Just what do these protestors want?
Below is the complete list of their demands that are circulating on the internet.
I reprint in case you would like to add some to your flames of skepticism about their motivations.
Check out each demand and do a reality check on their ideas.
Demand 1: Restoration of the living wage, ending what they call free trade and raise the minimum wage to $20 an hour. (Note: People who have never paid taxes think $20 an hour is a lot of money.)
Demand 2: Institute a universal single-payer healthcare system. (Note: Hey now. That’s original.)
Demand 3: Guaranteed living-wage income regardless of employment. (Note: Wait — what?)
Demand 4: Free college education. (Note: With straight As for everyone, to keep it fair.)
Demand 5: Begin a fast-track process to bring the fossil fuel economy to an end while at the same bringing the alternative energy economy up to energy demand. (Note: Fast track. LOL.)
Demand 6: $1 trillion in infrastructure (water, sewer, rail, roads and bridges, and electrical grid) spending now. (Note: These must be the folks who want those high-speed trains!)
Demand 7: $ 1 trillion in ecological restoration and decommissioning of all of America’s nuclear power plants. (Note: It’s like the Austin Powers movies: one trillllllllion dollars.)
Demand 8: Racial and gender equal rights amendment. (Note: But only if you’re already born.)
Demand 9: Open-borders migration. Anyone can travel anywhere to work and live. (Note: And free unicorns to ride there!)
Demand 10: Bring American elections up to international standards of a paper-ballot precinct, counted and recounted in front of an independent and party-observers system. (Note: Hanging chads.)
Demand 11: Immediate across-the-board debt forgiveness for all. All debt must be stricken from the “books.” And they don’t mean debt that is in default, they mean all debt on the entire planet. Period. (Note: In other news, Greece fails.)
Demand 12: Outlaw all credit reporting agencies. (Note: Because, of course, there’d be no credit to report.)
Demand 13: All unions, all the time.
I sincerely think that anyone with half a brain will conclude that are seriously lacking in maturity, reasonable judgment and anything even approaching the realm of reality.
Their ideas are virtually incoherent and most of those interviewed on site didn’t have a clue why they were there or what they believed in.
In fact some were paid to be there and MoveOn, a Democratic advocacy group was represented.
Some bloggers have tagged George Soros, ACORN and the SEIU groups as behind this.
Somehow I am not surprised!
These are the unattainable and unsustainable demands of petulant children, who fancy themselves the new revolutionaries during Obama’s Autumn, when his chickens finally come home to roost.
President Obama, in a recent MSNBC interview, said America is Soft.
Maybe this is just his feeble attempt at spousal support for his unqualified wife, Michelle, the food expert on her national crusade to get us to give up everything that we like to eat, while she continues to feed her own face to her heart’s content.
Or is our feckless president preparing us for a 4th war?
The Japanese said we are soft because we were too materialistic in 1941.
I think they found out how tough Americans can be.
Of course there has been 70 years of liberal coddling, attacking the roots of capitalistic competitiveness in school and on playground as well as its war on boys that starts from the crib and works through adolescence.
No wonder so many of our young men opt out for a mindless world of sex and drugs.
Our president ought to know.
Just what is so tough about him?
This is talk from the boy wonder, who has blamed every misstep and failed solution on everything from the Tea Party to the kid next door.
Have you noticed what a condescending attitude he has toward his children?
No I don’t mean his two daughters.
I mean you and me. He appears clueless as nature takes its course.
They seem to be exclusively his wife’s problem.
Though I will admit this paragon of fatherly virtue has assured them that they would never be punished by an unwanted pregnancy on his watch.
What a great example for the youth of America.
My father pretty much let my mother handle my development.
He was not one to lecture or demand things from me like this president.
Boy was I lucky!
I often feel like I am being lectured for what my mother taught me about honesty and responsibility.
And I will be taken to the federal woodshed if I succeed too much and I will be punished with higher taxes and the opprobrium of millions of Americans who will hate me for being successful or having something they don’t.
I think I would rather be pregnant than listen to his drivel.
WSJ columnist, Bret Stephens, who I can never read without holding my nose, actually took off on the president the other day.
He called him the President of Contempt,who has been lecturing the American people since he began his ascent to MT Americanus Olympus five years ago.
He doesn’t like us and it shows.
He hates us for liking guns, going to religious churches that don’t preach politics and racial hatred.
He doesn’t want America to lead the world as it has for 50 years on our nickel.
He thinks we are no more exceptional than Great Britain or maybe Somalia.
He chides even his own people and tells them to take off their slippers–is that what they wear—-stop complaining (about him) stop grumbling, stop crying and go out and march for him.
Are Americans really this stupid?
I take my hat off to Maxine Waters for seeing through his self-righteous indignation.
He threatens Congress for not passing his self-contradictory Jobs Bill, which is guaranteed to cost American jobs with its nearly half a trillion dollars in new punitive taxes.
His so-called jobs are all in the public sector.
And we their employers will be saddled with insurmountable and unsustainable budgets deficits.
And besides we don’t need any more public employees.
This is just his ploy to throw more government largesse at the workers of America, which is a standard Marxist stratagem.
Remember that the Germans’ Nazi Party was originally the Workers Party.
According to Stephens, Barack Obama thinks America is lovable only to the extent that it loves him in return.
Other writers think he talks down to his subjects, loyal and hostile.
Karl Rove calls his approach the Politics of Condescension.
Liberals like Obama are so afraid to give his children the keys to their own car because we will just crash it.
So he has to drive us around from crib to grave because we are unable to drive ourselves.
This is true because all of his policies and those of his policies are designed to coddle, baby us and make us soft.
When will people see through his self-fulfilling prophecy and just summon the courage of Nancy Reagan with regards to drugs and Just say NO!
And if we can’t be trusted with driving our automobiles–excuse me, our great mulatto father’s car, then it is a given that we can’t be trusted to choose our leaders.
Obama allowed that to happen in 2010 and look what happened?
The American people turned their collective backs on the very troops that he needed to keep the rascally Republicans down on their reservation in the dust bowls of the Southwest where illegal immigrants would nullify them in 10 years.
He knows in the deepest and darkest recesses of his political soul that the American people are poised and ready to put him on the long breadlines his policies have continued.
That would be the ultimate form of parental disrespect and the violation of his 4th Commandment–Thou shalt not talk back to Barack.
His parental supervision is already at work.
Starting with the trial balloon launched by Governor Bev Perdue of North Carolina. who suggested that we ought to suspend…elections for Congress for two years and just tell them we won’t hold it against them…when they spend us into oblivion.
Former Budget Director Peter Orzag said that we might be a healthier democracy if we were a little less democratic… Like how?
Just let Republicans get in the way of the Obama Marxist express as it takes us down Red Avenue?
Is that what a little less democracy would do?
No, a Republican democracy works and America will not get back to work with this man in the White House.
His tired, worn Rooseveltian policies failed in the thirties and they are failing now.
Obama has to lead the country in the other direction, not let the liberal forces take us over the fiscal cliff.
And he has to stop treating us with that paternalistic snide look of his.
He makes me so angry I just want to pig out on some really good junk food!!!
It’s funny the more I write about President Obama the less I feel I understand him.
He is as elusive as a slippery eel.
The harder one tries to get a grip on his essence, the more he seems to slip out of your understanding.
And we thought Bill Clinton and Richard Nixon were difficult to fathom!
Part of the problem is that in Barry’s World, things that are real have become twisted, and unreal.
While today it might be difficult to define just what a normal childhood is, by any standard, even the most loyal Obama supporter must admit that the president has endured an unorthodox childhood and early adulthood.
We can see him but for us to get close and personal with his mind and his psyche is nearly impossible.
The mainstream press had little or no curiosity about his former life and merely accepted his media releases as the gospel truth.
Only Hillary Clinton took any interest in his background and was the first camp to raise the issue of his national origins and eligibility to become president.
Obama’s life is like a multi-colored mosaic made up of thousands of pieces that have been collected from around the world–Kenya, Indonesia, Hawaii, Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, and Washington,D. C.
I often wonder what must go on in his mind?
Why is there so much doubt about his native and biological origins?
Has the public’s lack of understanding been a plot derived by him or his parents to confuse us or just make him seem so mysterious?
As a racially mixed child, what kind of internal doubts and confusions must have raged within his slight body?
His alleged father, Barack Senior abandoned his family right after Barack was born.
Or was it the other way around? His mother literally fled Hawaii to pursue her education in Seattle two weeks after Barack was born.
When they returned, Barack Senior could have matriculated with a full ride at the University of Hawaii but instead decided the allure of a Harvard Ph.D. was more important than heart or hearth.
Or maybe he didn’t have any real connection to Ann Dunham and her baby.
No one has ever seen any wedding pictures, nor a marriage license.
What must it been like growing up as a racially mixed child in Hawaii?
Of course most people in Hawaii are of mixed parentage but usually between the many ethnic groups in Asia, not Africa.
Throughout his formative years he was just Barry–his Caucasian name. Many thought of him as a white teenage with a white mother and white grandparents.
His grades were not outstanding and neither was his jump shot.
The most potent influence in his life quite possibly could have been, the man he identifies, simply as Frank in his memoirs.
I wonder how few people realize that this Frank was none other than Frank Marshall Davis who mentored him for 11 years.
Many people think that Frank was much more than a mentor.
Perhaps he was Barry’s biological father. The resemblance between the two is uncanny.
Barry was chubby as a prepubescent child and makes the resemblance even more dramatic.
Only his nasty smoking habit helped him take the weight off later.
Barack Sr. on the other hand looks nothing like Barry.
Perhaps that’s the real reason Barry’s birth certificate confusion has existed. On the 1961 form I believe the blood type would be mentioned. A simple test might have determined that Barack Sr. could not have been his father and Frank was.
I guess we will never know. Frank is long dead and Barry isn’t talking.
Davis, for those who have been sleeping off the 1960s, was a self-admitted communist, whose disdain and overt hatred of America was notorious.
Like his protegé, he didn’t like American exceptionalism and thought this country had done nothing but oppress his people.
Besides being a communist polemicist, he dabbled in pornography. His most memorable book was the Sex Rebel: The Memoirs of a Gash Gourmet, written under the pseudnym, Bob Greene.
The book’s protagonist lustfully pursued women of all ages, including a 13 year-old girl, named Ann.
Rumors have since appeared that Marshall and his wife engaged in a menage a’ trois with the adolescent.
Marshall later admitted or boasted that the events in the book were based on his real experiences.
It was Frank who suggested that Barry attend Occidental College in Los Angeles because it boasted one of the most radical faculties in the country.
Those years Obama still remain a clouded with the vapor of smoke and who knows what else.
As Stanley Kurtz has thoroughly documented in his book, The Radical-in-chief, it was at Columbia where Barry made his ideological bones.
After Columbia it was on to Harvard and an undistinguished tenure as the editor of the prestigious Law Review.
With his law degree in hand, Barry, who was using the name Barack by then, moved on to Chicago where he was literally embraced by the country’s foremost radical, Bill Ayers and his Weatherwoman-wife, Bernadette Dohrn.
Author Jack Cashiel makes a convincing case that it was Ayers who ghosted Obama’s first book, Dreams from my Father.
Chicago is also the location where he feasted on the radical wisdom of atheist Saul Alinsky, and his book Rules for Radicals, with regard to marshalling the powers of the mob into political action.
Alinsky dedicated his bestseller to Lucifer, the world’s first great radical.
Alinsky’s thinking is the compendium to Machiavelli whose historic Prince taught rich and powerful people how to maintain their power.
Alinsky’s philosophy was the flip side.
It instructed the poor on how to take their power away and give it to a new elite.
Is this just another way of saying redistribute income by taxing the rich?
All these ideas and life experience inhabited the world of Barry’s mind.
They have had 50 years to germinate, multiply and produce a worldview that is counter to anything that has inhabited our seat of power.
Not since Henry Wallace who was only a few months away from being the president of the United States has anyone been so out of touch with America’s reality.
What do I mean by that?
Many of you will find the following bullet points instructive in how to succinctly debate, argue and expose the mysteries of what our president has been trying to do these past three years.
Kurtz’s Radical-in-chief concludes with the line: Barack Obama is a socialist.
By its very nature, socialism is a fantasy, founded on the Utopian lie that equality of result can ever be established in the world.
There will always be wealthy people, poor people and people who work hard and those who take the easy way out.
The only way to do this is to penalize the producers and elevate the non-producers, who then become dependents of the government.
As a result socialism kills a person’s incentive to better himself and his condition and those of his family.
This has a leveling effect that leads invariably to slavery or serfdom.
In a nutshell socialism is the system where an elite in the name of total equality, dictates how the many may live.
Welcome to Barry’s world!