In Dolan’s Colon (that rhymes) – Artiste Bill Donohue at Catholic League Displays his “Obama in Feces” Decorative Artwork

Bill Donohue is like a pit bull. He won’t give it up in terms of being an unrecognized artistic genius having to muck about with the likes of Archbishop Dolan and Rupert Murdoch over at Fox News.

I did not know that the Santorum crowd, the Pink Palace crowd in the NewYork archdiocese like to play with “brown” Play-Doh and call it art.  

I want Bill Donohue’s job. And I won’t have Yahoo as my homepage in the office like Bill – OMG! – Yahoo!

$400,000 a year to sit around with a view of Central Park and fantasize about black people in their own feces as the new mean spirited Catholic League / Cardinal Dolan sponsored $$$ vvision of art.  LOL. LMAO.  

Gee Bill, Nostalgia. Now I understand the “New Evangelization” completely.

I haven’t had so much fun with nostalgic memories since I was two and playing with my own feces that fell out of one of those old fashioned cloth diapers that my mother had to recycle in the wash.

Catch 3:09 – 3:59 of video to listen to a grown man whine about decorative art.  Old decorative art.

BTW the way Cardinal Dolan, I am a starving poet.  Send me some grant money. Pleese!

Here is a sample of my work:

Santorum’s Best – a poem

There once was a cemetery

Crook from Milwaukee Nantucket

Who had a drunk stooge

Who could only fluck(y) it

In life. …

But when it came to his art

The sterling part, the secret

Was found obviously hidden

In his eyes, stars, in wide stance

on a toilet seat perhaps

And (or) in Dolan’s colon. 

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The New WSJ - Where are the Tits?

I used to remark some years ago that the only thing that keeps The New York Time from being a truly great newspaper was that it lacked a “funnies” comic strip page. Yes, rather droll humor.

I used to remark that I had no need for the New York Post anymore – my canary died.

Going back at least twenty five years ago I was walking from the Village, down Broadway on my way to the Ferry. I was a walker back then. It was a Sunday afternoon. I ran into a tourist. He was middle aged and as it turned out Korean. From his limited but well mannered English he was asking me “Where do I find the Wall Street Journal building?” I kind of scratched my head. This was before they had a whole building at the World Financial Center across from the old World Trade Center.

He may have had an address or I got the address out of the copy of the WSJ he was carrying with him. It was late and I wanted to get home. But the dignity of this Economics professor from South Korea made me want to be a perfect temporary surrogate American host to this tourist. We talked as we walked and as I guided him to the address in downtown Manhattan. This man was in awe of the “greatest newspaper in the world”. Wow. He had come to see and pay homage to something he had worshipped from afar.

I don’t know if we did find the right place. The WSJ had no iconic building in those days. What we landed at was an entrance to the building next to the New York Stock Exchange. Perhaps they rented some floors in the building. The professor seemed a bit disappointed and I was too in that I could not satisfy this tourist’s request to touch the “greatest newspaper in the world”.

“The greatest newspaper in the world” is still an elusive title for any newspaper these days. When I see articles these days in the Internet, I see WSJ or Wall Street Journal next to the article listed. If I click onto the article I am not likely to get any sound economic advice or spin on world economic business, I am more likely to get the Opinion Page - or a featured blog article - and having little or nothing to do with the traditional business of Wall Street.

I have had to restrain myself lately, train my eye to stop seeing WSJ as a mark of quality based on a century of Journalistic Excellance that permeated even to South Korea in its day.

I ran into a FOX defending article today on the Opinion Page at the "WSJ" internet site. It was interlinked with a blog attacking Obama’s strategy against Fox News. I don’t know who the blogger really is or how he gets paid. What does petty politics have to do with economics or the stock market in any pure old fashioned “classic WSJ” sense of things?

I knew that when Murdock bought the Wall Street Journal that it would lose its shine.

Rupert, the one thing these days missing in the Wall Street Journal – WSJ – that keeps it from being a truly great newspaper. It has no Page Three. There are no tits?

Rupert? Where are the tits?

Please raise the standards for "the Journal" back up - perhaps even up to those standards of your flagship newspaper - The Sun.