Well, this conversation today really blew me the Hell away...

Imagine if you will, a really brilliant businessman, lifelong progressive, who is worth in the mid NINE-figures (no lie), his IQ is probably well over 155, and is one of the most insightful political people I'd ever spoken to. He hated Bush Jr., thought Reagan was a senile old goat upon his election in 1980, can't stand the RWers in Congress.

So I came in at 6:15 AM to see him and what does he say to me? And I quote almost exactly: My wife hates, no, despises Gingrich, but I tell ya, if you put a gun to my head, I'd have to say that I'd vote for Romney, at least right now. Our guy hasn't done much as far as I'm concerned.

My reply:It's OK...I'll be happy to put a gun to your head if you want to do this.

He didn't laugh all that hard...

So maybe that was the conversation at Senator Feinstein's Home between Hillary and Barack:

I'll take the Prez, you take SOS, I promise that you'll be on the ticket in 2012. By that time, your husband will have been made into a real icon, you shall have had a successful tenure at State, I will be on the ropes a little bit as all first-termers are, and you will serve to re-energize the ticket and then run in 2016 unfettered and unapposed. Of course, you can never tell what might happen, but you have really little to lose and everything to gain. If I walk out of here with nothing, I'm still the nominee, and you're just a sore loser, and even if you ascended somehow to the top of the ticket, you will suffer the slings and arrows of your husband's, shall we say, actions and peculiarities and would stand a good possibility of losing. We work together and we're both in: I'll be the first acknowledged minority President, you'll be the first female President. Deal or No Deal?

Willard Smith vs. Willard Romney vs. Willard (the Movie)

We're all gonna have to keep this straight until Willard is Whipped and Whomped in November. The name "Willard" has only popped up three times in my life to my recollection, and, although I actually met and spoke with Willard Smith as a very young man, performing with his buddies at the (as it was then-known) City Line Shopping Center Hillary's Ice Cream Parlor after school some days,I have never met Willard Romney because I am in the 99% and of course, I never met the protagonist of the film "Willard" because he was eaten by the rat, Ben and his buddies at the end of the movie. Interesting sidelight: Obama once mentioned that Willard Smith could play him in the film about the 2008 election because "he's got the ears".

So here goes, just so you don't get confused...




Will Smith

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Will Smith

Smith in 2011
Born Willard Christopher Smith, Jr.
September 25, 1968 (age 43)
Wynnefield, Pennsylvania, U.S.
Other names The Fresh Prince
Occupation Actor, producer, rapper
Years active 1985–present
Spouse Sheree Zampino (m. 1992–1995)
Jada Pinkett Smith (m. 1997–present)
Children Trey Smith
Jaden Smith
Willow Smith
Website
www.willsmith.com
Willard Christopher "Will" Smith, Jr. (born September 25, 1968),[1] also known by his stage name The Fresh Prince, is an American actor, producer, and rapper. He has enjoyed success in television, film and music. In April 2007, Newsweek called him the most powerful actor in Hollywood.[2] Smith has been nominated for four Golden Globe Awards, two Academy Awards, and has won multiple Grammy Awards.

In the late 1980s, Smith achieved modest fame as a rapper under the name The Fresh Prince. In 1990, his popularity increased dramatically when he starred in the popular television series The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. The show ran for nearly six years (1990–1996) on NBC and has been syndicated consistently on various networks since then. In the mid-1990s, Smith moved from television to film, and ultimately starred in numerous blockbuster films. He is the only actor to have eight consecutive films gross over $100 million in the domestic box office and the only one to have eight consecutive films in which he starred open at #1 spot in the domestic box office tally.[3]

Fourteen of the nineteen fiction films he has acted in have accumulated worldwide gross earnings of over $100 million, and four took in over $500 million in global box office receipts. As of 2011, his films have grossed $5.7 billion in global box office.[4] His most financially successful films have been Bad Boys, Bad Boys II, Independence Day, Men in Black, Men in Black II, I, Robot, The Pursuit of Happyness, I Am Legend, Hancock, Wild Wild West, Enemy of the State, Shark Tale, Hitch and Seven Pounds. He also earned critical praise for his performances in Six Degrees of Separation, Ali and The Pursuit of Happyness, receiving Best Actor Oscar nominations for the latter two.





Willard Mitt Romney (born March 12, 1947) is an American businessman and politician. He was the 70th Governor of Massachusetts from 2003 to 2007 and is a candidate for the 2012 Republican Party presidential nomination.

The son of George W. Romney (the former Governor of Michigan) and Lenore Romney (née LaFount), Mitt Romney was raised in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan and later served as a Mormon missionary in France. He received his undergraduate degree from Brigham Young University, and thereafter earned Juris Doctor/Master of Business Administration joint degrees from Harvard Law School and Harvard Business School. Romney entered the management consulting business, which led to a position at Bain & Company, where he eventually served as CEO and brought the company out of crisis. He was also co-founder and head of the spin-off company Bain Capital, a private equity investment firm that became highly profitable and one of the largest such firms in the nation. The wealth Romney accumulated there would help fund his future political campaigns. He ran as the Republican candidate in the 1994 U.S. Senate election in Massachusetts, losing to incumbent Ted Kennedy. Romney organized and steered the 2002 Winter Olympics as President and CEO of the Salt Lake Organizing Committee, and helped turn the troubled games into a financial success.

Romney was elected Governor of Massachusetts in 2002, but did not seek reelection in 2006. He presided over a series of spending cuts and increases in fees that eliminated a projected $3 billion deficit. He also signed into law the Massachusetts health care reform legislation, which provided near-universal health insurance access via subsidies and state-level mandates and was the first of its kind in the nation. During the course of his political career, his positions or rhetorical emphasis have shifted more towards American conservatism in several areas.

Romney ran for the Republican nomination in the 2008 U.S. presidential election, winning several primaries and caucuses, but eventually losing the nomination to John McCain. In the following years his book, No Apology: The Case for American Greatness, was published. He also gave speeches and raised campaign funds on behalf of fellow Republicans. On June 2, 2011, Romney announced that he would seek the 2012 Republican presidential nomination. Political observers and public opinion polls place him among the front-runners in the race.


Willard is a 1971 horror film starring Bruce Davison and Ernest Borgnine, directed by Daniel Mann. The movie is based on the novel Ratman's Notebooks by Stephen Gilbert, and was nominated for an Edgar Award for best picture. The supporting cast included one of Elsa Lanchester's last performances, and one of Sondra Locke's first.


Willard is a meek social misfit with a strange affinity for rats. He lives in a large mansion, accompanied only by his cranky and decrepit mother. On his 27th birthday he leaves the party out of embarrassment. While sitting outside he sees a rat and tosses it pieces of birthday cake. His mother gets upset with him for leaving the party and she scolds him later while also discussing how badly the house is falling apart. The next morning he goes out and feeds another rat (this one has babies with it) while imitating their squeaks. His mother starts telling him that he needs to kill the rats that have been running around their yard, to which Willard refuses.

When Willard goes to work he is promptly scolded by his boss Mr. Martin. Later he returns home and traps the rat family in the center rock in the pond by using a wooden plank and food, before turning on the water, taking the plank away, and letting it fill up until the water level reaches the rats (which are on top of a tall rock in the center); by then he feels guilty and puts the plank back before turning off the water. When his mother asks if he killed the rats he lies and tells her he did.

That afternoon he begins playing with a rat he names Queenie, and begins teaching them words like "food" and "empty". He sees a white rat and immediately takes a liking to it. The white rat becomes his best companion and he names it Socrates for his wisdom. Numerous other rats come to him, one of which is a giant specimen he names Ben.

At work, Mr. Martin nags at Willard, telling him he won't give him a raise and then urging him to sell the house. Willard sneaks up to a party Mr Martin is throwing opens his suitcase which has rats in it, he then urges them to go get the food and ruin the party. The guests begin screaming and Willard laughs behind the bushes where he's hiding.

The next day Willard's mother dies. After this Willard is further pressured from the banks to give up the house.

Willard decides to bring Socrates and Ben to the office with him. He sets them on some shelves and tells them to be good. One of his friends at work gives him a cat named Chloe. Chloe constantly claws at the suitcase where Ben and Socrates are residing. Willard hands her off to a complete stranger and drives away. Later on it is revealed that the rat population is getting too big and he can't afford to feed them much longer. Willard decides to steal money from his boss. He orders the rats to "tear it up" and puts them in front of the door.

Later, at home, Willard gets mad at Ben and keeps putting him outside the bedroom, but Ben persists in sleeping in his room. The next day he again takes Ben and Socrates to work. One of the workers spots the rats and Mr. Martin bludgeons Socrates to death, leaving Willard devastated. Willard train his rats to follow his commands and kills Mr. Martin after confronting him. Willard then abandons Ben, goes home and begins sealing up any holes that the rats can enter his house through. He also puts as many as he can into cages and drowns them in the small pool outside.

Willard has dinner with a girl he likes but is rudely interrupted by Ben staring at him. He gets up and notices all of the rats running up the stairs from the basement. He orders her to leave and locks the door before confronting Ben. Willard stalls and begins mixing rat poison, but Ben reads the box and squeals loudly, alerting the others. In an act of desperation, Willard tries to hit the rat with a broom, but misses. He runs upstairs but the other rats come after him. Shutting the door, he stands there terrified. The rats begin to gnaw at the door and eventually break in, gang up on him, and chew him up, killing him. The camera zooms into a close-up of Ben and the credits roll.

i have two vocal teabaggers in my practice - husband and wife:

the wife was in today for an 'emergency' right before the holiday of course...

She tells me: "They're still trying to find out who Obama really is and where he came from. Did you hear that they're close to finding out?" And she looks at me with those eyes that penetrate to the back of one's skull.

My reply paraphrased: "Well, your problem is that Orly Taitz poisoned the well for you. She and all the other whack-jobs posited theories and so you'll never know even if the 'right' one ever comes out. (Let me just say for the record that my method of dealiing with these loonies is to partially 'agree' with them and then diverge to sanity). See, they did that with the assassinations - by having all these theories, no one will ever know the real circumstances surrounding them - (under my breath) - except Richard Sprague (to myself I said that). Moreover (yes I really do use words like that when I'm pontificating), 'we' don't have a candidate whose likeability approaches Obama's, due to the fact that they've been in attack mode unceasingly. And that's what has happened to your cause - you're dismissed out of hand. Sorry."

She was dumbfounded...

DU folk really need to read this re: Molestation in Philly:

(Political) Sunday Dental Thread:

Of Hope: My reliable liberals are coming in and telling me that they can't wait to vote AGAINST the Republican nominee, whomever (s)he might be.

Of Concern: Many working-class people are coming in and asking me whom I will be voting for. When I say "Obama no matter what.", they seem surprised, but nod - I assume approvingly, that I have upheld their beliefs that it's the best 'choice' - although many feel that there isn't a choice, I instruct them that there's a giant difference between the two parties, that is the RATE of American decline is greater under the Republicans.

Of Humor: The term "Republican Clown-car" seems to have made it into the lexicon - many people refer to the campaign/debate as just that.

Of Head-scratching wonderment: Those who come in who can't seem to get the fact that whilst Obama was President, several of the heads of the terror-machine "as they were publicized by the Bushies", have been eliminated. They want the Armed Services to get the credit - find and dandy - but don't wish to allow the President to take any credit at all whatsoever, although they gave full-credit to Bush for anything and everything AND THIS INCLUDES QUITE A NUMBER OF PROGRESSIVES, or at least people whom I THOUGHT were Progressives.

Of Depression: That anyone with an I.Q. over 95 could possibly be taken in by the bigotry of the Right: the hatred of the poor, disadvantaged, and sick, the hatred of people of color, of certain specified religions, of nationalities, ALL THE WHILE claiming to be generally-holier-than-thou Christians whose bodily processes do not possess odor. (Howzzat for Sunday Morning tact?) It is grievous and IF THERE IS A HELL as they proclaim over there, then they had best better read themselves some Dante, so that they can figure out which Circle they're going to be doomed to. Of course if there isn't a Hell, then all their points are moot - so, quite frankly, they're in a lot of trouble.

Well, back to running bills for co-pays which, even at a discount, a DEEP discount, my patients generally can't afford because they're strapped in this econominc "upturn".

A real-life allegory to the "Independent" voters:

So here in Philly, as in several other cities, we have this deal at the football stadium wherein not only do you have to pay inflated prices for tickets and food and parking, but you have to buy a seat license if you're a season-ticket holder. These licenses cost thousands of dollars. It's a ripoff of the worst kind, BUT there are literally 50000 people waiting for an opening so THEY can buy them. Capitalism at its finest, right?

Now this policy was instituted when the Eagles were winning and going deep into the playoffs every season, but NOW that they suck for various intricate reasons, such as that their coach has certain, shall we say, deficits, people are screaming mad that they had to pay, say 7000 dollars for the RIGHT to buy tickets to watch them lose consistently at home. My favorite epitaph: Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Now there's a lot of talk about boycotting the buying of jerseys and other items with the insignia of the team, in order to "hit them in their pocketbook", but that's not gonna do anything: the owner has literally quintupled the value of the team to well over a Billion dollars and it doesn't look like he's changing anything in his management team anytime soon.

So the team's fans are outraged by this: but what did they think was going to happen? It was obvious that it was "all about the money" and they wound up screwed by the upper classes AGAIN.

Where have I heard this story before?