Oklahoma State University, BA; University of Oklahoma School of Law, JD; Attorney, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, 1990 - present. Reagan White House Aide, 1982-1987; Reagan National Campaign Staff, 1979-80 & 1984. Oklahoma Delegation, Republican National Convention, 1980.
I seldom go to the movies because the film is rarely worth the price of admission. Too many people have poor manners when someone lets them out of their cages.
"White Gravy" treated me to a recent release, "Knowing," which stars Nicolas Cage (ugh), who normally ruins movies. I didn't recognize anyone else, other than a chick who was in "28 Days Later," which I don't even remember now. There were a couple of kids, some trees, a few spectacular special effects, and a group of creepy guys who looked like they escaped from "Boo Radley Land." My popcorn cost $9.00.
I agreed to see this one (as it was free) because fat Roger Ebert gave it a fat endorsement. When Ebert says it is good, it is almost always good. He and I have similar tastes in film and, apparently, food and non-working weight reduction techniques.
I don't know enough about movies to review them. I know a good movie when I see it. Kind of like the old Supreme Court standard for porn. "I know it when I see it, "said Justice (Harry) Potter Stewart. I'm sure he did. The Supreme Court never turns down porn cases, son.
"Knowing" was a great movie -- the best one I've seen since Jesus' favorite, "The Lord of the Rings."
Please don't get me started on the Canadians who sat both in front and behind me. They really do talk (loudly) all the way through movies in theatres. This is not a stereotype.
We should invade them like Poland.
I thought "Knowing" would be like a Hugh Grant flick, or maybe a Jane Austen adaptation, but no. Canadians don't usually tap those kinds of films, so to speak. Alas, the theater was crawling with them. I started to complain to the 12-year old manager of the theater, but I know from past experiences what the answer will be, "I'm sorry sir, but there is nothing we can do about Canadians. They are a peculiar species. They do what they want."
Go see "Knowing." Take a knife and stab some people if they talk loudly Or, spill a $45 jumbo-rama size cup of soda all over them. Just tell them, "Oh Snap! My bad, dawg," and all will be well.
I was not aware of this peculiar event that occurred recently. President Obama agreed to speak at Georgetown University, the nation's top Catholic school. It is run by the Jesuits, the Order that supplied the noble priest who almost succeeded in exorcising the demon right out of poor Linda Blair in "The Exorcist."
But I digress.
Get this. The White House insisted that Georgetown "cover up all religious symbols and signs while the president was on stage."
"WTF," as they say on 4Chan.
I didn't believe this when I first read it, but it is true. Check out this story.
No crosses, religious symbols, Communion items and whatnot were permitted while "Damian" Obama was in the building. My theory is the President is a muslim vampire who cannot abide the sight of a crucifix or anything that would remind him of the Baby Jesus, which would also include this symbol:
These letters represent the Name of Jesus in Greek.
Something isn't quite right about Obama, and I suspect more will be revealed. In the meantime, we can all watch "Hal Lindsey" for comfort and reassurance that all is ending as he predicted in "The Late Great Planet Earth."
Jus' sayin'. Never hatin'.
Except for talkative Canadians in movie theaters. (c) 2009 Randall P. Hodge, Esq., and Morningwood Enterprises, Ltd.
Seth Myers, of "Saturday Night Live" fame put it best when he recently stated on "Weekend Update," that President George W. Bush "broke the world" during his Presidency. I agree. Bush broke it into a million tiny pieces. He wrecked it in almost every way the world CAN be wrecked. President Obama, who is shaping up to be a Chocolate Jimmy Carter, has tried to sweep up the pieces and gom them back together. He is making things worse, though.
For example, I wonder what possessed President Obama to give mindlessly idiotic gifts to Queen Elizabeth II and British Prime Minister Gordon Brown?
He gave Her Majesty the Queen a ghetto blaster and some Chaka Khan CD's. I don't get it, and I cannot envision her shucking and jiving about the palace with a boom box resting her 82-year old shoulder.
I'm jus' sayin'.
Obama gave (or most likely re-gifted) Prime Minister Gordon Brown a set of DVD's that won't even play on the PAL players used in the UK. Even if they'd play over there, what made the President think Brown or anyone in England would ever want to watch "Blacula," "Shaft," and "Good Times?"
There is more.
Barack Obama bowed down before a muslim emir. No American President has ever done such a thing.
In Turkey, a greasy muslim country famous for its picturesque prisons, the President declared the United States is no longer a Christian nation. I mean that in a nice way.
People I told you this was going to happen.
I fear the worst is still to come.
Look for the President to offer those wretched somalians one of our aircraft carriers if they'll please be nice and let our ships pass unmolested. He will give nukes to North Korea and Iran if they'll please be nice and not blow up Japan or Israel.
Chocolate Jimmy Carter, son.
And...
At present, no one is employed in America. Ninety-eight percent of all homes are in foreclosure -- even those without mortgages. Kal Penn, of "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle" fame, is now a senior member of White House Staff. Frrrl. I lie a lot about a great many things, but that is the troof.
The Mexicans have seized California, Arizona, New Mexico, Utah, and Texas. The Canadians briefly invaded Minnesota, but they got tired and went home.
The whole world is broken. People are poor, sad, afraid, hungry, nekkid, lonely, tired, fat, wet, Wal-Mart lookin', and seething with anger at somebody.
Sauron has risen in the east.
"King of the Hill" has been cancelled by Fox.
In the midst of all this, along comes Susan Boyle, who has captured the imagination of white people everywhere. I don't mean that racist. Miss Boyle is a frumpy, but delightfully charming 47-year old spinster from Scotland. (She looks a lot like me if I were taller and in drag). She appeared on a television program, "Britain's got Talent," and belted out a showtune from Les Miserables, "I Dreamed a Dream."
YouTube, Facebook, that awful Myspace, and many other websites are packed with postings and embeds of the video. Literally tens of millions of people have watched it. It's so grotesquely sappy and cheesy, it is almost sickening, but it's still quite something to witness the courage of this lady. She has an amazing and incredible voice. She also has an amazing and incredible future, and good for her.
So take a look at this video. Neither Bush, Obama, nor even the putrid untermenchen somalians could screw this up for us. Tomorrow, some fat moron will probably shoot up some folks, but today everyone was smiling about and pulling for my girl Susan Boyle.
Today, we Americans decided to take a short break from Obamadammerung.
Note: if this link doesn't work, it simply means someone has disabled it because they are racist and a terrorist. It is worth a google search to find it posted at some other site.
R.I.P., Bonnie
(c) 2009 Randall P. Hodge, Esq., and Morningwood Enterprises, Ltd.
Incredibly, on April 9, 2009, KFOR, the local NBC affiliate, preempted BOTH episodes of NBC's popular program, "The Office," so its dreadful local news stars could spend the entire evening over-reporting the story about the alleged fires in Midwest City. Upon reflection, I'm not so sure KFOR didn't make up the whole thing. I know I didn't see any fires. Never mind I never go outside the house, but these things happen.
More importantly, they pledged additional peaceful and madcap gestures designed to remind people that KFOR is patently moronic, just plain goofy and, sadly, probably hates Jesus. These will include a hunger strike, vows by some to call in phony tornado sightings, and a boycott of the number four (4). Attempts to create and burn in effigy the rotund anchorman, Kevin Ogle, were unsuccessful, due to a shortage of stuffing.
Jus' sayin'.
It isn't the end of the world, though; I eventually watched both episodes (really GREAT ones, by the way) at www.nbc.com. I had to suffer through a few Toyota commercials, but I'll live.
KFOR is worse than Hitler.
(c) 2009 Randall P. Hodge, Esq. and Morningwood Enterprises, Ltd.
Three years ago, Lyn Nofziger left us to go work crossword puzzles with Jesus and President Reagan and his daughter, Susie. He didn't want to leave us, but these things sometimes happen when people have cancer. He had a little time, though, albeit with some pain, and he fought hard.He loved life, but he did not fear death.He was a devout Christian. He knew his Redeemer lived.
Last time I saw him, in March of 2006, I looked him in the eye, paused, and said, "I am sorry you are sick.
He laughed and said, "I'm sorry I'm sick too.
He was slipping badly by that time.It was a chore to go to the bathroom.They gave him one of those plastic thingies, into which one can pee when it’s difficult to skip off to the restroom. Lyn knew that at times I could be almost as dumb as rocks. He handed me one of the filled plastic thingies and said, "Bonnie (his wife) is in the kitchen. Would you take this in there and pour it down the kitchen sink?"
"I'd rather try and sell it on Ebay,” I said.It is, after all, Lyn Nofziger pee."The notion that he was some kind of celebrity amused him.Whenever we were out in public, I’d beg him to walk up and down the street until someone recognized us so I could be seen with him. To conservatives, he was a celebrity.
I almost took the plastic receptacle into the kitchen, where Bonnie was gomming around with something.
Almost. He would have had a big laugh at that too.
If you know Bonnie, you'd know her kitchen is spotless and immaculate, and that one most generally does not pour urine down the sink. Thankfully, I realized Lyn was joking, and I took it to the bathroom.
Shortly before be got sick, I wanted to return to Washington and work for the Bush Administration. Lyn gave me the name of a contact and said, "tell him I'm dying, that you are a friend of mine, and to hire you.”
Joking at a time like that. Only Lyn.
I met him in the fall of 1978.I was in Los Angeles to interview for a summer job in Governor Reagan’s office. He must have felt sorry for me with my polyester suit, cheap shoes, clip on tie, and bad haircut. Maybe I reminded him of himself, as he was dressed much the same way. He was no Beau Brummel, and he'd be the first to tell you that. Those who knew him, though, thought he was Cary Grant. He invited me to his home that evening for dinner on the deck, which he built.He love to putter and garden.
He knew what it would mean for me to be invited to his home. He could have easily passed me off with a handshake at his office, but he was far too swell.Lyn Nofziger was political royalty. In 1976, when Reagan almost beat Ford, Lyn was constantly in the papers, magazines and on TV, because he was Press Secretary for the campaign.
I got the summer job in Los Angeles, and over the years, I bugged him with fan mail, phone calls, and I worked for him as an aide. When I lived in Virginia, and when I didn't make much money, he’d hire me to rake leaves or wash windows. When he and Bonnie traveled they paid me to housesit. He knew I could use the extra money. He helped lots of folks.
When my Mother visited, he insisted on taking us to eat, every time.Once, at an expensive Chinese restaurant called Mr. K’s (which ain’t cheap), he told the waiter to bring us some of every dish on the menu.My Mom had never been to a Chinese restaurant.That was special.
I grew to love and admire Lyn even more because I had the joy of getting to know him as a friend. A real person.Someone with whom I could talk politics, baseball, current events or gardening. The one subject Corporal Nofziger would not discuss was the War, which told me his experience wasn’t as a librarian at Fort Dix. He knew something about D-Day.
Our favorite pastime was the crossword puzzle. When I visited, he let ME have first crack at it.Back home, if I was stumped with a puzzle, I'd fax it to him so he could fix it. He’d share with me that I'd "effed it all up." He used a pen, and he laughed at ME for using a pencil. True crossword aficionados use an ink pen. Good for them. I don't.
It was funny when he ribbed me. I ribbed him too, and once in awhile I got off a good one at his expense, like the time he used bad grammar on CNN. That happened ONE TIME that I know of with Lyn Nofziger. He said "the media is" instead of "the media are." Well big deal. Who knows that anyway? He taught me more about writing and grammar than a thousand teachers could have. He loved to call me when my beloved Oklahoma Sooners lost. He told me I was a jinx.I loved to call him when his beloved Red Sox lost.How he loved Ted Williams.I bought him an autographed photo of Williams once, and Lyn claimed it was a fake.He knew better.
Once I sent him a shirt for Father's Day. Later, I asked him about it. He told me it didn't fit and that he hated it. Next time I flew out to Washington, he picked me up at the airport. He was wearing the shirt, and it fit just fine. Bonnie told me it was his favorite shirt, and that he wore it all the time.
I sent him some old fashioned candy from the Vermont Country Store. He told me he threw it out. "Bonnie and I hate candy, and it made Bonnie sick," he said. I found out that was a fib too. He'd wolfed it down because he loved sweets. Once he ate up all my Atomic Fire Balls.
He loved to give you a hard time, but only if he knew YOU knew he was joking.
Lyn, Bonnie and me on Lyn's 70th Birthday, 1994
Oh yeah, I give him credit for winning the Cold War.
In 1976, after Reagan's narrow loss to Ford, Lyn advised the Reagans there was about a million bucks left over. They could pocket the money, give it away, or do anything they wanted with it; it was their money.
Lyn suggested starting a poltical action committee, the purpose of which would be to help elect conservative Republicans. Reagan thought this was a splendid idea, and he asked Lyn to chair the committee. Lyn accepted.
The PAC was called "Citizens for the Republic,” and it supported conservative candidates and causes all over the country. More importantly, CFTR was a vehicle through which Reagan could keep his name before his supporters and the public. With CFTR, Lyn Nofziger held together the 1976 Citizens for Reagan campaign.
In time, Reagan for President, the official campaign organization, was born, but CFTR continued its very important work. Lyn eventually joined the senior staff at Reagan for President. In November, 1980, Reagan won a landslide victory over Jimmy Carter, America was saved, Carter became a harmless bore, and the rest is history.
President Reagan's leadership and policies led to the dissolution of the "Evil Empire." His Presidency led to a restoration of faith that America truly was a special place, set between the oceans, to serve as a beacon of hope, and an example for others. If that sounds a mite cheesy, it is because I have borrowed some of the phrases from other cheesy people, like President Reagan.
Lyn and the President in the Oval Office, c. 1982
Sometimes "cheesy" is good and true, though, and Reagan knew this. So did Lyn.
So, to sum up, Lyn ran CFTR, which led to Reagan for President.Reagan for President got Reagan elected, and this led to the end of the Cold War. Ergo, Lyn Nofziger ended the Cold War.
I miss Lyn every day of every week. I miss his emails, his awful puns, and his laughter at his own bad jokes.I miss his love and affection. I cherish the cardigan sweater he gave me.I miss calling him for advice on shaving. I miss him calling me when I had a super early flight, so I wouldn't oversleep. I miss him picking me up at the airport, and then bitching about the parking garage (English never spoken here) and the traffic on the way home.I always offered to take a cab, but he insisted on picking me up. I miss going with him to "Hard Times Cafe" for chili. I miss going to the mall on the day after Thanksgiving so we could complain about the crowds. I miss watching football games with him. I wish I could see him just one more time in an undershirt. Marlon Brando in a t-shirt, he was not.
I just miss him.
In the end, the doctor told Lyn he could have cigars, so he had cigars.
(c) 2009 Randall P. Hodge and Morningwood Enterprises, Ltd.
When I am feeling a little down, I always like to sit back and watch one of those "feel good" Holocaust movies. The other day I found one. It is one few people have seen.
It played at Quail Springs Mall for about six hours, and then it moved on. About 34 people in Oklahoma City saw it. It broke the record previously set by "Priscilla Queen of the Desert," which was seen by 12 people. As always, one must drive to Dallas for anything more exotic than fishing lures and guns...and Seth Rogen movies. I hate movie theaters anyway. The one at Penn Square often "smells like feet," as Malcolm in the Middle says. It costs about $300 to go to the movies.
The reviews for "Pajamas" were mixed, so I passed on going. Now it is out on DVD.
The reviews for the movie were wrong. It was excellent. All the actors were (I think) British, and thank allah they didn't try to fake cliched German accents. Watch Hogan's Heroes for that nonsense. Can you imagine Tom Cruise (ugh) trying a German accent in "Valkyrie?" Honkey pleez. He didn't try it. As Samwise Gamgee said, "there is some good in this world."
There wasn't anything particularly special about"Pajamas" until the end. The ending made the rest of it fantastic. Not because of what happened, but it made the rest of the movie relevant. WOW. I'm glad no one ruined it for me by telling me the ending, which is why I'm going to tell you right now.
Psyche!
Refreshingly, "Pajamas" doesn't try to blame the Germans for the Holocaust.
Wait.
Yes it does. It WAS the Germans, wasn't it. My bad. They were just upset and misguided about some things, needed therapy, and they didn't mean to do it anyway.
Kind of like O.J.
Still, like "Schindler's List," the movie is anti-Germanic. I thought we'd moved past this ugliness and bigotry. Frrrrl. You know what really annoys me? Nowadays, when talking about the War, people say we were fighting the "Nazis." We were fighting the Germans, bitches. There weren't all that many "Nazis," --certainly not enough to roll through Europe. It is another one of those politically correct things morons say so Germany will feel better about allegedly starting a war in 1939. Poland started it, by the way.
Nazism was a political philosophy and a political party. People joined it and some wore dashing uniforms. Ask any World War II vet of the European Theater, though. He will tell you it was the Germans who were shooting at him.
Boy, I really digress.
"Pajamas" has some decent extras on the DVD, but not like "Lord of the Rings," which has about 128 hours of extras for the truly nerdy (like me) who think it is non-fiction. Extras are worth a look in "Pajamas."
By the way, why in the world didn't Frodo and Sam just hire a damned eagle to fly them to Mt. Doom? It would have saved us a lot of trouble, a bunch of dead folks, and two movies. I asked this question when I was 14, and I've yet to get a satisfactory answer.
But I digress again. I guess I forgot to take my medication.
My boy James Horner composed the music for "Pajamas," and it is terrific. He also composed for "Titanic," and many others I am too lazy to look up on IMDBpro (PRO version to which I subscribe, because I am going to be a big star some day).
"The Boy in the Striped Pajamas," bitches. Great flick. Watch it. Not many attractive people, and the fashion (other than the uniforms) was not so much, but...
There is a reason I constantly use the terms "bitches" and "Frrrrl (number of r's optional), which means "for real." I have learned these things from white people, who very much want to be black, and who learned the expressions from black people. I use them in a gallant effort to fit into this brave new Obamaworld. Black is the new black. I have even had hugging and gesture lessons, but I found out I suck at gangstah hugs and gestures because I am left handed. I think only white people are left handed, but I digress. Apparently, gangstah hugs are supposed to be "heart to heart," which is awkward for left handed people. We really should draw a check from the government for being left handed.
Rent the movie.
I wish everyone the very best this Easter, Purim, Passover, and whatever violent, self-flagellating or murderous "holiday"the muslims celebrate. I am sure they have copied something from the Judeo-Christian traditions. No offense.
Christians eat better on Easter; I am sorry Hebrews. We get ham, and fixin's, and you get bitter herbs and boring bread. We're fatter though.
Jewish Americans, You need TBN. NOW.
TBN logo (without the voiceover of my boy Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.)
Paul and Jan Crouch. Yes, the hair is completely real.
Jus' sayin'.
Randall P. Hodge, Esq., and Morningwood Enterprises, Ltd. (c) 2009
Most of us have heard the story of Chip Harrison, an Oklahoma City resident who was stopped by Oklahoma City Police for “Driving While White,” and for having a sign in the window of his vehicle, “Abort Obama, not the Unborn.”
Chip Harrison
Since when is it illegal to display a sign in your window?January 20, 2009, that’s when.I was taught that Freedom of Speech is almost absolute.An exception is falsely crying “Fire! Fire!” in a crowded theatre (unless there is a fire).It is also illegal to display an anti-Obama sign in your car if a black policeman sees it, he supports Obama, and he wants to undo 400 years of alleged injustice in one traffic stop.
Oh, SNAP! Look at this oft-seen bumper strip:
Harrison claims he made the sign because he is a Christian and opposes abortion.Obama recently approved government funding for “partial birth” abortions.In this procedure, Dr. Death digs the living fetus out in pieces.The technique was perfected at Auschwitz -- just like the police and government tactics we’re going to see in the “brave new world” of the Obama Regime.People, I TOLD you he was the anti-Christ.
I won't post images of this, but you can google images of the "medical" procedure, and ...nah, don't do it.
Lo how the mountain has turned.During the campaign, a couple of fey, foppish fellows in West Hollywood hung from their roof a figure that represented Governor Sarah Palin with a noose around her neck.As appalling and goofy as that stunt was, I secretly thought it was kind of funny.It was Halloween, and girlfriend had recently said some dumb things.No one told the guys to take down this “offensive” display.Nope, Free Speech won the day, son.If someone went to a Halloween party costumed as “Lynched Obama,” someone would cut that guy.We’d find him tied to a fence post in Wyoming.Frrrrl.
Our freedoms have been curtailed in Oklahoma City, though, because of the recent Reichstag Fire, and the Coming of Barack Obama.
I can only imagine the attitude the policeman had when he stopped Mr. Harrison.I don’t speed, run stop signs, carry around dead bodies, or a mobile meth lab (like everyone else), but if THE MAN stops me, my heart races, and I’m shaky.My voice quivers, and suddenly I’m not Charlton Heston with a staff.Why?Well, for starters, he/she can shoot me if he/she wants, or plant a gun or drugs, or a bloody glove.He can force me out of my car, make me “get flat” as they say on “Cops,” and he can yell unkind things at me.A policeman can Rodney King me to deff.
I respect the police, and I do what they say because I have to.I admire the good ones for their sacrifice and devotion.However, many are jack booted thugs (to borrow a phrase from my man G. Gordon Liddy).Every time I’ve ever been stopped for an alleged traffic violation, I found the officer to be both rude and arrogant.On one occasion, the officer asked me my profession.“Excuse me, but what does that have to do with anything,” I said.“I asked you a question,” said the policeman.When I told him I was an attorney, he said, “that figures.”I hadn’t been rude or haughty, because I know my place, but I suppose others in my hideous profession HAD been rude or haughty to him in the past.
I am just a victim. I'm going tonight to get a tear drop tattoo, bitches.
But I digress.It isn’t all about me.
Back to Free Speech. A small group of hippies used to gather near that gawdawful ugly gold dome building at 23rd & Classen (which Tim McVeigh should have targeted).
Jus’ sayin’, not hatin’.
These folks met weekly to protest Bush’s War without End.In those days I supported Bush and all of his evil works.This was before Katrina, and before the news conference in which he used the word plethora, and pronounced it “pluh-THOR-uh.”This was Freedom of Speech at its finest.
I thought the hippies were knuckleheads and organic food types, but so what.I secretly wished I had had the nerve to show up there with them, brandishing a big Nazi flag.No reason, other than to eff up their demonstration and get some much needed attention for myself.But I didn’t, because I am a big fat chicken.Emphasis on fat.But it would have been funny.They’d have tried to run me off, and someone would have called the police, even though I had just as much right to be there as they did.Or did I?
Most likely THE MAN would have shown up and confiscated the flag.I might have been arrested.The flag would have been returned in time, but they’d have stopped me from doing what I was doing that day.That’s the whole point:silence da white folks.Keep ‘em down so they can never get ahead. Eventually, the courts would have stepped up and protected my rights, but by then it would all be moot.
The government can and does exactly as it pleases, when it pleases.The courts may rein it in later, but so what?Ask Randy Weaver about that.In 1992, the Gestapo FBI and ATF charged up Ruby Ridge to his home, and murdered his wife, Vicki (who was holding their un-aborted infant), their other son Sam and, most tragically, their dog.They killed Brian Griffin, man.That’s cold.
Jack Booted Thugs
Brian Griffin, killed by the ATF at Ruby Ridge
Don't get me started on Waco. That's for another rant.
Big government is bad, especially when it perceives its purpose is to zealously protect and promote one particular philosophy or individual.With Obama, we have both.Apparently, in Oklahoma City we also have government officials who will abuse their power to put down opposition to him. I never imagined in my time a local police department would sic the Secret Service on to a guy because he had the effrontery to criticize The Anointed One.I may be overstating this a bit, but not by much. Watch this sort of thing very closely in the months to come. As Nostradamus predicted in Quatrain CLVIII, "Things are going to suck."
I don’t care for Obama, and he is the anti-Christ, and Satan’s Imp and whatnot, but I wish him well because Bush broke the world.Obama was elected, and he deserves a chance.With the economy, we are in uncharted waters, and without a boat or a paddle.Only Red Comm’nis’ China and Wal-Mark have the money to save us.
Western Civilization is also at war with 1.8 billion angry little muslims with bombs.I mean that nice.
A little trouble here and there, folks, but the Oscar® ceremony is Sunday.If girlfriend Kate Winslet wins, she might cry and embarrass the British Empire.Always love me some drama.
Oh, I hope Chip Harrison sues the crap out of Oklahoma City.We have to fight this stuff.We have to, or it will get worse.Ruby Ridge, Waco, and the Oklahoma City Bombing were horrific tragedies, but reforms ensued.Our government goons and thugs aren’t quite as “jack booted” now, but they keep those boots handy.They take them out and polish them now and then.
My friend Lyn Nofziger once told me that safety isn’t worth too much if we have to sacrifice our freedom.
I seldom go to the movies because the film is rarely worth the price of admission. Too many people have poor manners when someone lets them out of their cages.
I agreed to see this one (as it was free) because fat Roger Ebert gave it a fat endorsement. When Ebert says it is good, it is almost always good. He and I have similar tastes in film and, apparently, food and non-working weight reduction techniques.
I was not aware of this peculiar event that occurred recently. President Obama agreed to speak at Georgetown University, the nation's top Catholic school. It is run by the Jesuits, the Order that supplied the noble priest who almost succeeded in exorcising the demon right out of poor Linda Blair in "The Exorcist."
These letters represent the Name of Jesus in Greek.
