Looking at the stats sheet between the Dallas Cowboys and Philadelphia Eagles, on paper it looks great–Dallas has more overall yards than Philly and has had the ball longer. Unfortunately, Dallas has five turnovers to the Eagles’ 1.
Result: 4th quarter, Eagles 44, Dallas 6.
Nice going, Dallas, nice way to choke away the post season.
There are two things I’d like to see Dallas do in the off-season: get rid of Wade Phillips and Terrell Owens. Phillips doesn’t have the ways to instill discipline in his players, and Owens is becoming a cancer.
Here’s the latest news out of the Middle East regarding Israel’s bombing of “Palestinian” targets. This whole scenario reminds me of my school days. You know: every school has that one student others like to pick on. Many bullies have their time with him, kicking, punching, pushing, shoving, tripping, threatening, humiliating. And then finally the bullied student fights back. He bloodies the nose of one bully. All the other bullies get outraged and decide to retaliate.
Reminds me of the Middle East. All the surrounding Arab countries practically expect Israel to endlessly tolerate homicide bombings*, air strikes, threats and so forth.
After the end of a six-month cease fire, Hamas has been bombarding Israel daily with air strikes. So, Israel decides it’s had enough and retaliates. Among the places they’ve bombed was a rocket launching site conveniently located in a civilian area. Think about it: build the rocket site near some expendable civilians (makes me wonder if they’re of a different sect of Islam) and when Israel bombs it, whine about the evil Jews are killing innocent civilians.
*Sorry, but they’re not “suicide bombings”. A person who commits suicide kills themselves. A person who kills others is committing homicide.
Talk about the death of outrage. Shoes are thrown at the president of the United States, and the shoe thrower is hailed as a hero. Can you imagine what would’ve happened to Muntazer al-Zaidi if he’d thrown a shoe at Saddam Hussein while Hussein still had his stranglehold on power in Iraq? al-Zaidi in no time probably would’ve become fish food. Or he probably would’ve learned what certain body parts of his tasted like.
Yes, I’m aware of the cultural differences and how throwing a shoe at someone is an insult over there, but does that justify it? Can you imagine what would happen to a reporter if they threw a shoe at Barack Obama or Bill Clinton?
Any Americans who think this is great should be ashamed of themselves.
For thoughts on this from a writer’s perspective, go to my other blog at www.richardzowie.wordpress.com.
No, I’m not talking about the bovine dairy product, although I do love chocolate milk. Instead, I’m referring to the Sean Penn movie about the 1970s San Francisco city council member who was openly gay and led gay rights movements in the city. He was later murdered.
Ok, let me make it clear: I believe the Bible has clear teachings on homosexuality. Be that as it may, I don’t hate gays. Some of my all-time favorite co-workers have been gay; one was a fellow writer who shared many of the same interests as I did. But for three reasons I have no desire to see this movie.
1. It has Sean Penn in it. While Penn’s not a horrible actor, I hardly think of him in a class with the all-time greats like Robert DeNiro or Jack Nicholson or Gary Oldman. Besides, Penn’s political views are as ridiculous as his Fast Times at Ridgemont High Jeff Spicoli character.
2. I have zero confidence Hollywood will be historically accurate about a movie like this.
3. I’m a heterosexual man, and I’d rather throw up and eat my own vomit than watch a love scene between two men–especially when one of them’s Penn.
This came up as a topic of discussion at one internet site I frequent. Myself, I’ve never seen the movie and have no desire to. Also have no desire to go to the midnight showings.
Richard O’Brien is a talented man, as is Tim Curry, Barry Bostwick and Susan Sarandon, but catching a few scenes while channel surfing was more than enough for me.
It’s meant to be farcical in nature. We’ll see how it turns out. If all works well, I’ll send it to the Bee-Picayune.