Who Killed Charleston Hartfield?

by Michael Stevenson:

Charleston Hartfield died yesterday, at 34 years old. He was an off-duty Las Vegas police officer, gunned down by a madman in Las Vegas, one of 59 people murdered for no reason.

As well as being a son, a husband and a father, Hartfield was a military veteran. But there will be no outrage expressed by Republican politicians who typically fetishize U.S. war veterans.  There will be none of the anger these people displayed when football players protested racism and police brutality by kneeling during the national anthem.

More than 500 Americans were injured in the Las Vegas massacre. Most are still being treated in hospitals. In America, the victim’s medical care is not a “right” but a privilege. The person who brought 20 guns including military-style assault weapons into a Las Vegas hotel – he has “rights.”

Nevada law does not require firearms owners to have licenses or register their weapons, nor does it limit the number of firearms an individual posses. Automatic assault weapons and machine guns are also legal in the state.

President Trump and the NRA-controlled congress offer prayers, but not even a single proposal, nevermind solutions, to stop the insane gun violence in America.

Keep your prayers.

Who killed Charleston Hartfield? Who saw him die? Who caught his blood? Who’ll make the shroud? Who’ll dig his grave?

“I,” said the National Rifle Association.  Shares of gunmakers jumped more than 3% on Monday after the massacre.

 

Kiri Te Kanawa retires

By Michael Stevenson

Bonjour mes amis!

I read this morning on the BBC that opera singer Dame Kiri Te Kanawa says she will never sing in public again.  “I don’t want to hear my voice,” said the soprano, 71, whose career has spanned more than half a century.

“It is in the past. When I’m teaching young singers and hearing beautiful young fresh voices, I don’t want to put my voice next to theirs.”

I don’t listen to much opera, but I do love Kiri Te Kanawa, whom I became a fan of after being introduced to her voice in Merchant-Ivory’s brilliant A Room With A View.  Listen here to Dame Kiri singinging Puccini’s O Mio Babbino Caro” (“Oh My Beloved Father”), and Chi il Bel Sogno di Doretta.

Could anything be more beautiful? Thank you, Kiri Te Kanawa.

Paris Can Wait, Macron’s Slackers, Office Space

By Michael Stevenson

PARIS CAN WAIT
Bonjour my friends!
Last night I watched the movie Paris Can Wait as a mindless diversion from Rachel Maddow’s frustratingly futile plans for a Trump impeachment and the continuous Harvey-Irma hurricane disaster reports. This cable news diversion was a bit more mindless than I could tolerate, however. Although I loved the many French restaurant dining scenes (particularly the Châteauneuf-du-Pape pouring into oversized wine glasses) and the footage of a curiously unoccupied Pont du Gard, I’ve seen better stories on The Hallmark Channel, watching with my 87 year old mother, while both of us drown-out the romcom dialogue with talk about our Red Sox. Mom loves Mookie.
This is the first feature film from Eleanor Coppola (the wife of Francis Ford Coppola) and the story is somewhat autobiographical, with lovely Diane Lane playing a recently empty-nested “Anne” (Coppola) who undertakes a surprise road trip from Cannes to Paris, alongside the flirtatious Frenchman Jacques (Arnaud Viard), who is a business associate of her husband (Alec Baldwin as the Francis Ford You-Know-Who character).
Will Jacques be nimble and quick enough to grab some nookie with Anne? After about 30 minutes you’ll stop caring about either of these graying cuties, and your only concern will be if the local wine shop is still open.

MACRON, LUMBERGH AND THE SLACKERS
Reuters News reports President Emmanuel Macron faces the first challenge on the streets to his business-friendly reform agenda today, when workers from the hard-left CGT union will march through French cities to protest against a loosening of labor regulations.  Macron told French business leaders: “I am fully determined and I won’t cede any ground, not to slackers, nor cynics, nor hardliners.”

Slackers? Mon Dieu!

My French friends – don’t fall for this shit! Ask any American worker if they would prefer your 35 hour work week and many holidays  to our 24/7/365 days-a-year model. Only the most jealous and/or deluded will claim ours is superior to yours in terms of overall health and happiness. Don’t allow Macron to become President Bill Lumbergh. You’ll be working Saturdays, mes amis.

BILL LUMBERGH, OFFICE SPACE
Speaking of Office Space, here’s some great clips from YouTube.