Nobody was ever delusional enough to think Arnold Schwarzenegger was
some kind of saint, but the disclosure of his love child with his
housekeeper and how she remained part of the family household for a
decade shatters what little was left of his public image after the
pathetic end of his political career.
Incredibly, there are
people who thought of Osama bin Laden as some kind of holy man, an
apostle of moral righteousness, and not the fanatical murderer he was.
It turns out he not only was shacked up in secluded luxury with three
wives, but the owner of a vast collection of pornography — fuhsha in
Arabic — to keep things lively.
Then, there’s the case of wealthy financier Dominique Strauss-Kahn, head
of the International Monetary Fund and favorite to be the next French
president who is under house arrest on charges of attempting to rape a
maid in a luxury hotel in Manhattan.
It’s a crazy time we live in, like no other in my lifetime.
wretched excesses of the rich and famous barrage our minds from every
direction: the press, TV, radio, magazines, the Internet, the buzz among
our friends and co-workers.
Does it really mean anything to us
that Ashton Kutcher has taken over the lead on TV’s top sitcom from the
bombed-out Charlie Sheen?
Surely, it fills some void in our lives
when news that General Electric manipulating Congress so it pays no tax
on $23 billion in profit barely creates a ripple, when the Big Oil
companies reap tens of billions in windfall profits and fight with all
their might to preserve $2 billion in tax breaks.
market has fully recovered from the economic meltdown caused by the
greed of Wall Street and the bankers, yet they are richer than ever, and
millions of people are still unemployed and you can’t sell your house
for 60 cents on the dollar.
Arabs are dying in the fight for
freedom from Libya to Syria, yet it’s rare when more than one in six
voters right here bother to cast ballots in local elections where
critical decisions are being made that directly affect the quality of
our lives, the value of our property, our jobs, our businesses, our
Maybe it’s just me and the effects of old age.
But a few days of serenity celebrating my 70th birthday on Catalina
Island has done nothing to change my mind that powerful forces are in
collision, and the world we live in is changing forever.
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