Every day Hell-oween

This week, I will stay off politics. So, instead of disgusting you, I will try to scare you. It's our Halloween special, Modern Circus style.

People love reality shows because they have the impression that it is real. Nowadays, we all know that most of them are scripted. At the very least, they're either staged or provoked by third parties...which are themselves, scripted.

But how would you feel if something straight out of the movies happened to you without notice? How would you feel if you became the hero (or victim!!) of a horror story writing itself as it occurs? It's all fun and games when you watch it on television. Living vicariously makes everyone a brave know-it-all hero. But if you became the one calling the shots, would you know what to do? Would you be a hero or a zero?

Let's say that you go to the mall. You want to buy a pair of slackers or maybe a Shamwow at the "As seen on TV" store. Then, the plan would lead you to the food court for a burrito or a two-scoops cone of ice cream. As you enter the mall, you smile like a child, knowing you are only a few minutes away from a double scoop of triple fudge and caramel ice cream when suddenly you feel something coming behind you. Is it a young boy running and not looking he's going? Or a policeman running to catch a shoplifter? As you turn around, holding the entrance door, you feel that something is just not right. Your brain finds it almost impossible to compute.

Horses are running towards you. And do you want to know why? A 300 pounds Bengal tiger is chasing them, soon followed by three leopards and one large grizzly bear. No it's not Jumanji. This is not taken from a movie. It's not fiction either. It happened for real, on October 18, 2011, in the woods surrounding the city of Zanesville, Ohio. A total of 56 exotic (and dangerous) animals were released from a local farm by its owner, who according to the latest news, committed suicide right after he freed them.

Schools were closed (thank God!!). Most of the residents stayed home, as the local authorities, none of them equipped with tranquilizer guns, hunted lions, tigers, leopards and grizzly bears (in Ohio...of all places!).

Of the 56 animals, 49 were killed (18 tigers, 17 lions, 6 black bears, 2 grizzly bears, 3 mountain lions, 2 wolves and 1 baboon). Those captured alive were taken to a local zoo. I guess that the Modern Circus wouldn't be a real circus without animals.

But just imagine the scene. You drive on the Interstate and suddenly, you have to hit the brakes to yield the way to a giraffe. By the way, just a question like that...Where do you buy lions, tigers, leopards, grizzly bears and baboons? Do you buy them on eBay? FedEx delivers them to you? But seriously, is it legal to own them?

But let's say, for the sake of argument, that you make it safely to the shopping mall. The ice cream seems a little further than before, all of the sudden. As you walk through the mall, you have again this strange feeling that something is coming behind you. As you turn around, your brain finds it almost impossible to compute...you see a woman rushing towards you with not one, not two, not even three, but four knives. And in a flash of the blade (no pun intended), you get stabbed repeatedly. Farfetched, you say? Too much Hollywood? Well hold your horses before you rush to conclusions. It really happened.

On May 25, 2005, a woman armed with 4 knives entered a shopping mall in Bethesda, near Washington D.C., and randomly attacked shoppers.

But let's say, for the sake of argument, that you made it safely out of the shopping mall. You ate your ice cream. You got your Shamwow. You decide to walk the streets of your city, you know, just to relax, when suddenly you are attacked by...mopeds!!!

Mopeds???

I promised I wouldn't tackle politics. But if you had to choose your poison, what would you choose? Bengal tigers, crazy person with knives or mopeds?

Although life is not easy, and in a blink of an eye it can become tragic and life threatening, we have to live our lives. If we stay home, isolated and scared, we are already dead. I believe that when your time has come, you will die, no matter what you do. In the meantime, might as well make the best of it. Live it as if it was your last day on this rock...because, it just might be!

Rule #1 of survival in this Modern Circus: Hope for the best, expect the worst.

And remember, it's all fun and games until someone steals your jersey...

I'm a huge New England Patriots fan. And it always hurts to see a favourite player, namely Rob Gronkowski, being attacked and having his Jersey taken away by a reckless thief. And don't be fooled by the size of the blond thief!! She must have tremendous powers to manage to take away the jersey from the 6'6 265 lbs Pats tight end. The blond burglar, Bibi Jones, is known to be a multi-tasker (Re: porn star) that has a specific talent to find the Achilles' heel in every sports' Trojans (no pun intended!). In this case, the weak spot is not a soft spot...So children, don't wear a Patriots uniform on Halloween. But if you have to, beware of petite blonds (unless you are a Dad and that's what you are exactly looking for!!).

But seriously, we are ways away from Tom Brady and Gisele Bündchen...

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Happy Halloween to all the kids...and all the kids at heart!!!

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THE HODGEPODGE

This week’s lucky number: The clue…The _________ Wonders of the World.

Clever song lyrics:  "I can't complain, but sometimes I still do." - Song: Life's been good - Artist: Joe Walsh.

Cheesy song lyrics: "You pulled the trigger of my love gun" - Song: Love gun - Artist: Kiss.

Bold Halloween costume: Black man that wears a Hitler costume with the short mustache screaming "Nine! Nine! Nine!" (Name of the costume: Herman Cain and his 9-9-9 plan).

Bad Halloween candy: Apples. Message to people giving apples: They're not candy!!!

What should happen to people giving apples instead of candy: Their Halloween pumpkins ought to be frantically stabbed with grapefruit spoons.

Quote of the week #1: “Are you disguised as a prostitute? Oh...you are not disguised...” – Anonymous shopping for a slap in the face.

Quote of the week #2: “Are you disguised as a pregnant woman? Oh...you are not disguised...Are you pregnant? Not pregnant either...oops!” – Anonymous shopping for a six pack of slaps in the face.

New name for the Texas Rangers (MLB baseball): The Texas Bills.


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Flash occupations...a flash in the pan?

Here's a scenario for a movie. Invaders from outer space land in every major cities around the world. The President of the United States (let's say actor Morgan Freeman...to keep it completely fictional!!) tries to make contact with them. Not being able to identify their leader(s) (the Space Invaders all seem very different), he starts to chat with the first one he encounters.

President of the United States: Who is your leader? Your chief? Your commander?

Space Invader: We have none (for the sake of argument, let's pretend he speaks English!).

President of the United States: Why are you here?

Space Invader: We don't know.

President of the United States: What do you want?

Space Invader: We don't know.

After a few days, the President and the rest of the world simply abandon and go back to their activities while the Drama Queen Media tries by all means to scare us by speculating that the Space Invaders are here to annihilate us.

My scenario would be utterly rejected by Hollywood studios because it's boring and pointless (and because there is no sexy female star in it). Maybe I would have a chance to sell it to Bollywood studios (India). However, to do so, I would have to agree to a compromise: the Space Invaders would end up dancing altogether at the end of the movie.

Well, people occupying Wall Street (and Boston, Chicago, L.A., Denver and Seattle), more often than not, sound like the Space Invaders in my scenario.

And don't get me wrong, I'm on their side, completely. Nevertheless, we wouldn't want such a beautiful phenomenon to become a wet blanket.

Everything seems perfect. The flash crowd. The peaceful occupation. The contagious spread around the country, and maybe around the world (there were signs of occupation in Montreal, Canada, too).

The problem? No leader. No central cause(s). No official demands. No concrete or pragmatic solution(s) offered (as opposed to wishful, ideal and fairy tail solutions).

In Syria, Lybia, Egypt, Tunisia, etc., the flash crowds had a very clear message. There was a consensus: "This crazy lunatic dictator has to go...NOW...and we are willing to die

for it!!".

What worries me is that in the case of Wall Street and Co, the message isn't clear. And since the Drama Queen Media has the attention span of a 8 year old with an Attention Deficit Disorder, you have to get the message across before they start ignoring you. In a world where you can't usually repeat as The Flavour of the Day (and if lucky, The Flavor of the Week), you have to say it while you can.

Remember the 7.0 magnitude earthquake in Haiti? The Drama Queen Media focused on it. It was The Flavor of the Month (very rare phenomenon). And it was all good too. They desperately needed the attention and the help. However, a month and a half later, Chile suffered an 8.8 magnitude earthquake. Almost no one gave a damn. I guess the public was fed up with earthquakes. They wanted something else. Too bad for Chile...

That is why I'm worried. Are we wasting a joker too soon? Maybe occupants are not organized sufficiently to act now. At least, getting a leader or a spokesperson would help to protect their image when talking to ill intentioned journalists.

Please watch the next clip, more precisely at 1:14.

Well, Erin Burnett, by interviewing a single occupant, that sounded less informed, and by only showing the "marginally colourful" occupants, you are not making your point. You are only proving to the world that you practice Yellow Journalism. You had an agenda. You are a cocky, condescending and intellectually dishonest journalist, Seriously! You should be ashamed of yourself. And it gives you an idea of the direction CNN wants to take. Erin Burnett would fit right in with the Glenn Beck's, Rush Limbaugh's and Bill O'Reilly's.

Moreover, we wouldn't want our only significant souvenir from the flash occupations to be the Hot Chicks of Occupy Wall Street:

Am I surprised that Republicans and others from the Right said that "The Wall Street occupants are just a bunch of braless, tofu eating, long hair, weird and bearded hippies"? Of course not. But I'm just surprised they don't all agree when it comes down to the disappearance of the middle class. I'm sure there's a lot of Republicans in that segment of the population. It's not about partisanship. Hell, Erin Burnett should worry about it too...when her show gets cancelled!

All of that to say that a leader (like Michael Moore?) or a spokesperson would present arguments to the Erin Burnett's of the world to preserve the good image and the legitimacy of the protest to the eyes of the world. Maybe not a clear plan...but at least clear demands and suggestions of solutions. I agree that there should not be rules for the occupants except maybe to stay peaceful. We wouldn't want the occupants to turn like fans of sports teams celebrating in the streets, after winning a championship, only to see their moment ruined by a handful of morons and jerkoffs thrashing cars and looting stores.

What now? Well let's just say that the jury is still out on that one. As long as the Governments of the world understand that Wall Street, Banks and Mega Corporations need to stay out of the Governments. People need to prevent them from being Reversed Robin Hoods: taking money from to poor to give it to the rich (See the Mortgage Crisis). Somehow, people need to stop them from dissolving the Middle Class, preserving a balance of the distribution of the wealth (and power) so that the system doesn't collapse again.

Banks tried to make us believe that they helped us. In the end, they only provided us with a rope, with a noose, leaving us no choice but to hang ourselves, resulting into a Mortgage Crisis, a recession.

In the meantime, the Modern Circus is as crazy as ever. In the light of this mess, I've decided to trade my car for a flying saucer. I'm pretty sure I will blend right in...(to be continued).

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This week’s lucky number: The clue…Snow White and the ______ Dwarfs.

Note to self: Riding my flying saucer will make me avoid traffic.

Note to self #2: Riding my flying saucer too high will definitely increase my chances of hitting a lamp post, transmission tower or electric pylon.

Wise words: “If God doesn’t like the way I live, let him tell me, not you.” - To religious representatives knocking on our door on a Saturday morning.

Wise words #2: “Never insult an alligator until you’ve crossed the river.”

Suggestions for new sports worth watching: Full Contact Golf, with no holds barred rules (in other words, players could use their irons or woods to hit something else than a golf ball).

Bad name for a rock group for Wall Street cafés and restaurants (in which occupants used the restrooms): Spray & Spread.

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Like falling dominoes

I don't know about you, but usually, when I hear a politician speak, I only hear this:

The only difference between the baby girl in the video and politicians is that the baby is funny (and the politicians are utterly boring). But the language is basically the same.

Being a politician has become mainly a poll job...ooops! That didn't sound right (even if there is some truth to it). Let me rephrase that. Being a politician has mainly become a job based on poll results. Boring, inefficient with enormous (negative) economic consequences. No discrimination here. Whatever is the political allegiance, it's all the same blah! blah! blah!.

Exceptionally this week, a quote burned my ears. For once, it was not blah! blah! blah! The quote came from Herman Cain, American businessman, syndicated columnist and a candidate for the Republican Presidential nomination in 2012. Cain candidly declared, word for word, during a television interview that "It's Your Own Fault if You Don't Have a Job! In other words: It's not the economy, stupid, it's YOU!"

I don't want to go in the specifics of that statement in this blog. It would be boring and I don't have another second to waste on that (insensible and ignorant) individual. Let's just say that I strongly disagree.

The question is: Can we really count on politicians to change the world? Our World. Can we count on them to make it better? Of course not. They make moves to please only some people (mostly those who contribute to their political campaigns).

Here's how I think people can change the world. Or maybe "should change the world" would be more accurate: Take ideas and act upon them (Can you hear politicians in the background ask "how do we do that, act? Can't we just talk about the ideas?).

Examples.

Back in 2006, an American teenage girl and her father, a journalist, were on spring break in Venice, Italy. While the daughter was on a shopping spree, the father headed back to the hotel room. He stumbled upon a BBC documentary on children of Africa dying of malaria. Make that 3,000 children per day (you read that right...per day!). It also mentioned that if the children would just sleep under a mosquito bed net, they would be almost entirely protected from malaria. That net only costs $10. Not that much to save one life. Nevertheless, those children died every day because they didn't have nets.

That man had an idea and acted upon it. On May 1, 2006, he wrote a column about it in a Sports Magazine you might have heard of before (Sports Illustrated). That man is Rick Reilly. That day, maybe without realizing it at the time, he changed the world. He also happened to save lives. Then there was some sort of chain reaction and the whole thing snowballed into a World Wide campaign. To make a long story short, NothingButNets.net has distributed almost 4.25 million mosquito bed nets. In other words, the charitable organization has raised almost $42.5 million for the cause.

Can you just imagine for a second a government trying to help African children dying of malaria? First there would be a study or commission or any other bullcrap meeting of politicians that would cost about 40 million dollars. The result of the study would be: Africa needs mosquito bed nets (what we already knew!!). The cost of the study would leave us with a tiny budget of $2.5 million to buy the nets. The government would send only 25,000 nets to Africa (because of the $2.25 million for the travelling expenses of the politicians sent in Africa to have pictures taken with dying African children and for the ads on tv to show the goddamn pictures).

More NothingButNets.net, less government. And what about examples that would help the economy? Or if you prefer, what about job creation?

Two high school outcasts that became college dropouts in the mid 70's. They identified the need to produce print-outs, labels and databases, in a world that was lead by typeriters. They combined genius with creativity in...a garage. And with the help of a $20 Central Processing Unit (CPU), produced by MOS Technology, they assembled their first personal computer. With the exception of the parents that lent the garage, and maybe the first store that sold their first product, not many believed in their bold project.

The company, as Forrest Gump would refer to it as "some kind of fruit company", is Apple Inc. The founders: Steve Wozniak and Steve Jobs. Yes jobs. Apple Inc. employs almost 50,000 persons. Real jobs from a real Jobs. Not bad for a fruit company.

Never underestimate the power of the geek or outcast with a dream, a goal...an obsession. He or she will not exclusively talk about the idea (remember politicians? blah! blah! blah!...shouting make believe numbers like an auctioneer). The geek will do something about it.

Invest in people, not in politicians (yes, you've read that right...politicians are excluded from the first group!).

I believe that ideas lead to other ideas, like falling dominoes. And if someone takes that idea and acts upon it, that idea could change the world. According to the the Chaos Theory, more precisely, the Butterfly Effect, the flap of a butterfly’s wings in Brazil could set off a tornado in Texas. In other words, a slight change in the conditions of a system could provoke a chain of events leading to out of proportions results.

Consequently, a reader of this modest blog could have an idea, act upon it, and maybe inspire other persons to have ideas on their own...and ultimately change the world. And I like to believe that this is the only efficient way that you and me can change the world. Like falling dominoes.   

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A big shoutout to Lana Leclerc for her work on the new graphics for this blog. Thanks for everything you've done and most of all, thank you for supporting this blog from the very beginning.

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This week’s lucky number: The clue…a movie directed by David Fincher starring Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman and Kevin Spacey.

Note to self: Always check your pant's pockets for tissues before putting them in a washing machine.

Note to self #2: Sometimes patience is not a virtue...it is a waste of time.

Indirect way to disagree: “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

Mixing up numbers: “He had 3 children with 4 different women”.

Bad pick-up line: I think I've dated your mom. How is the ferocious cougar?

Bad name for a rock group in Milwaukee: Prince (Fielder) and The Devolution.

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A quick buck in a tiny little classified ad

The death of the co-founder chairman and CEO of Apple Inc., Steve Jobs, overshadowed the death of Don Lapre this week. And when we think about Steve Jobs, creative, innovative, bold, classy and intelligent immediately come to mind. Legacy, hard work and generosity are also words that transpired throughout Jobs' Apple Inc. epic business adventure.

And as if it wasn't enough, Lapre's death was overshadowed twice. I just learned, before posting this, that the renegade owner of the Oakland Raiders (NFL - American Football), Al Davis, just died at the age of 82.  "Just win, baby!" as Al would say with a big smirk across his face. He won three Superbowls as an owner. And when we think about Al Davis, besides determination and passion, craziness, lunacy, dementia and stubbornness come to mind.

But when I think about the young man (47 years old) that died during the last week, Don Lapre, only questions pop into my mind.

Remember this guy? (he appears at 0:04)

I remember those ads that were on most TV channels, after dark, during the small hours. There was him, Don Lapre, and Anthony Robbins, astrology and mind-reading ladies, and dating services (making people believe that the woman they were about to call was a young model...hungry for them!).

Don Lapre would stick it right down your throat for an hour or so...Tiny little Classified ads and 900 telephone numbers...How to make [quick] money.

Hugh Hefner, the founder of Playboy Magazine, since 1953, has tried to teach us what is the Playboy way of life. The women, the toys (boats, cars, etc.), where to hang out (the clubs, the restaurants, etc.) and how to act cool. But the only man in the world that had the time and the money to live the Playboy way of life was probably Hugh Hefner.

Well, you know what? Don Lapre was the only one making money with his method. He knew about a fourth way to make money. And it was the only one that would work, so he wouldn't tell you about it. And what was that miraculous money maker? Simple. Selling How to Make Money packages to people that had no life, stayed up late (I'm guilty of that one) and believed that they would meet a supermodel by calling a dating service (uh!...not guilty of that one though!).

Just imagine the poor guy with no job, no self esteem, no experience in business, placing tiny little ads in newspapers and not making a profit. Worse than that: losing money he doesn't have (because he borrowed it!!). Or, the poor guy signing a contract with a phone company for a 900 telephone number for a service that may or may not work, probably with an overhead that would eat the cash flow of his business in no time.

Don Lapre knew all about that. He had the key which was selling dreams to suckers. That could have been the title of the first part of his biography: Selling dreams to suckers.

But the second part of Don Lapre's biography would have to be different (probably Greed). You see, Don was getting greedy. Like the taste of blood to a rat, Don wanted more and more money. I guess suckers had a limited budget. And he had competition. On top of the other junk sellers on the infomercials, there was Who wants to be a millionaire?, American Idol and all the others TV shows, not only selling the American Dream, but also selling the Instant American Dream.  One day you work at MacDonald's, the next day you are recording artist and singing in front of sold-out venues around the world. From rags to riches, as Tony Bennett would sing.

So Don Lapre tried to penetrate a new lucrative market: vitamins. Nothing but the best for Don. He started to sell "The Greatest Vitamin in the World". Maybe it was. Nevertheless, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration strongly disagreed. There was a lot of investigation going on. To make a long story short, Lapre was accused of screwing roughly more that 200,000 people out of more than $52,000,000 with "The Greatest Vitamin in the World".

All in all, he was facing 41 counts of conspiracy, mail fraud, wire fraud, and promotional money laundering related to his e-commerce. He failed to appear in court to face those charges and was arrested on June 24, 2011. Before his arrest, he tried to commit suicide, but failed. However, two days before the beginning of his trial, scheduled to start October 4, 2011, it appears that he finally succeeded in ending his own life.

There is no surprise that the deaths of Steve Jobs and Al Davis completely overshadowed Don Lapre's death. The same thing will happen with their respective legacies.

Nonetheless, Lapre teached us two valuable lessons: There is no such a thing as an easy quick buck and greed is really one of the three Hell's Gates (the other two would be lust and anger). When it sounds too good to be true...it usually is!

And you know what's ironic about it? Don Lapre finished his days on earth in a tiny little ad...in the obituaries.

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New Character(s) brought to this Blog: None.

This week’s lucky number: sedem (in Slovak).

Note to self #1: Write on my Facebook page "I am writing on my Facebook page".

Note to self #2: Reply on my Facebook page "I am such a moron for writing on my Facebook page that I am writing on my Facebook page".

Note to self #3: Click on "like" button for both messages.

Quote of the week: "I never apologize. I’m sorry, but it's just the way I am." - Anonymous in denial

Funny sign: “Procrastinators will meet tomorrow”

Bad jokes when you are in presence of New York Yankees fans: “What is an ARod cocktail? An overpriced drink that expires before October.”

Bad pick-up line: You must be tired because you’ve been running through my head all night.

Bad name for a Republican rock group: The Non Runnin' Palins

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Gay soldiers unhappy

I’ve always had mixed feelings about American patriotism.  I’ve always admired it.  At the same time, I’ve always been a little jealous of it.

However, sometimes it’s just too much and it gets on your nerves.  Fortunately, it’s only a minority that exaggerates.  For example, when you are in a beach resort, everybody is waiting in line for a drink and someone in the back says “But we are American!” (true story!!).

One aspect of American patriotism I admire is the support for the troops.  My position on the war in Iraq and Afghanistan has always been clear: waste of time, money and most importantly, waste of lives.  But if there is a war, you have to support soldiers fighting for your country.

When I think about soldiers, I see a uniform.  Nowadays, I don’t necessarily see a man.  I don’t see a particular ethnic group either.  As it turns out, my opinion sounds more progressive than I thought.

This is an excerpt of the GOP Presidential debate held last week, in Orlando:

Since it was held in front of a Republican crowd, we would be in our right minds to presume that the people that booed were Republicans.  When I first heard this on the news, I just couldn’t believe my own ears.  I had to verify it on different news sources.

Let me get this straight (no pun intended!!).  Republicans should change the “Support Our Troops” Magnets on their cars for “Support Our Troops...except the fag soldiers”.  What is this?  What’s next?  Catholic Americans booing Muslim American Soldiers?  Brunette females booing blond female soldiers? Red Sox fans booing soldiers supporting the Yankees?

I’m a heterosexual male.  I have friends that are gay that I see every week.  They know I’m heterosexual.  I know they’re gay.  If they didn’t know, and if one of them would try to make a move on me, I would just kindly and diplomatically tell them that I’m heterosexual.  To me, there is absolutely no difference between telling a gay man that I’m not interested than telling a woman I’m not interested (not that they get in line to throw themselves at me either...).

Why are the Republicans so homophobic?  They’ll tell you the Bible-Jesus-God argument.  We all know this is bullshit and that it goes way deeper than that.

Rick Santorum, who runs for the Republican nomination for President of the United States in the 2012 presidential election, says, right after the boos, that "Sexual activity has no place in the military." Sexual activity? I thought we were talking about sexual orientation. So, does Santorum suggest that being part the military imposes a solemn vow of chastity? Really? And you know what really is ironic? Rick Santorum family name is also a word. The definition of a santorum is: a frothy mixture of lubricant and fecal matter as an occasional byproduct of anal sex (I am not making this up!). Maybe Rick Santorum knows more about it than we thought...

So if we go deeper (no pun intended!!), what would explain the animosity of Republicans towards the gay community?

Examples?

LarryCraig, a former Republican politician that represented Idaho's first district in the U.S. House of representatives for 10 years and that served 18 years in the U.S. Senate. Craig namely voted for a proposed constitutional amendment banning gay marriage and against a bill prohibiting employment discrimination based on sexual orientation. Ironically, in 2007, Craig was arrested at the Minneapolis International Airport on suspicion of lewd conduct in a men's restroom. He was accused of soliciting a male undercover cop for sexual activity.

Wait...it gets more slippery...

Mark Foley, another former Republican politician that represented 16th District of Florida in the U.S. House of representatives for 11 years. Foley voted against a proposed constitutional amendment to ban legal recognition of gay marriage. He also voted for a bill that would have banned gays from adopting children in Washington D.C. Despite all of this, in 2006, Foley had sent suggestive emails and sexually explicit instant messages to teenage men who worked or were still working for Congress as pages. Funny note, Foley was one of the foremost opponents of child pornography.

And how about Bob Allen? Here is another Republican member of the Florida House of Representatives, for 7 years, representing Florida's 32nd district. Allen, like the other two, has a record of voting for anti-gay legislation. Nevertheless, in 2007 he was arrested for offering $20 to perform fellatio on an undercover male police officer.

A last quicky?  Glenn Murphy Jr, former Chair of the Young Republicans National Federation.  A young man staying at the home of Murphy’s sister was asleep when he woke up to find Murphy performing oral sex on him.  Brutal wake-up call…

What do we make out all of this?  The Republican Party has a significant gay wing that is strongly opposed to marriage but in favour of secret swinging and adventures?  Or Republicans have a 3 steps program to come out of the closet:

1-     Gay bashing;

2-     Political suicide (or getting caught in a scandal); and

3-     Coming out (voluntarily or…not).

Preaching loudmouths that don’t practice what they preach…let me think...I wonder what they remind me of…(See Catholic Priests from the USA, Canada, Ireland and Belgium).

Gentlemen of the Republican Party, if your Gaydar is buzzing too loudly, maybe it’s because you are standing too close to it.

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New Character(s) brought to this Blog: The Republican Party Gay Wing.

This week’s lucky number: The clue…Mickey Mantle, David Beckham (Manchester United), John Elway and Phil Esposito’s respective jersey numbers.

Personal message: To the guy in the car behind me, honking like crazy: “Maybe I drive slower than you, but I’m still ahead of you!!!”

Note to self: Keep driving slow: you are about to lose your driving license because of an impressive collection of speeding tickets.

Quote of the week: “Love can be magic, but magic sometimes is…just an illusion!!” – An anonymous cuckold

Bad jokes when you are at the customs: “Do I carry any weapons? I refuse to answer this question. I’m taking the 5th [amendment] on that one".

Bad pick-up line: You must have been beautiful, you know, when you were young.

Bad names for rock groups from Boston: New England Clam Chokers, The Red Sucks, The Red Bruins and, The Big Flappy.

Love letters, comments, opinions and complaints: reflectionsonamoderncircus@gmail.com