Currently in the inventory of Beverly Hills Car Club, this T-Bird will be on the eBay auction block until August 21st, a date which coincides with Strummer’s 62nd birthday. Bought by the musician in ’87 for a mere $4,200, the racy blue machine was used by Strummer as the primary family car for his partner and two daughters.
It may be a bit rough here and there, the right quarter panel is slightly damaged and the 6.4-liter FE V8 is kinda rusty, but the seller tells that this sorry looking vehicle “is such a special car to me. I knew Joe Strummer as a boy growing up in London. Joe had an enormous love for American cars and I feel its serendipitous that this beautiful 1963 Ford Thunderbird is coming to us for sale.”
After 32 bids, the 1963 Ford T-Bird sits at $15,000 on eBay, which is not a lot for a car previously owned by one of the biggest rock stars ever.
Now at $23,300.
Note the bumperstickers.
You can tell a guy wrote this, because the least believable thing about The Expendables is that a chick cheated on Jason Statham…
For the last fifteen years, much of my writing has been devoted to the cause of explaining — if not always justifying — police actions that have come in for criticism in the media. While I know little of the incident that precipitated all that followed, if it is indeed true that the officer was 35 feet away from Michael Brown when he opened fire, I cannot imagine a set of circumstances that would justify him.
That said, like Claire and Jon, I have been troubled by some of the images broadcast from Ferguson.
Before anyone accuses me of turning on my fellow officers, I hasten to say that — in the wake of the Brown shooting — the rioting demanded a swift and decisive response from the police, including a show of force. The citizens and merchants of the town have a right to expect the police to defend their lives and property from those who would use Brown’s death as an excuse for robbery, theft, arson, or what have you.
But images matter, and pictures of officers in camouflage, aiming rifles from the turrets of armored vehicles, diminish public support for what the police are trying to accomplish. Keep in mind that I have stood on many skirmish lines in my police career, including in the Rodney King riots of 1992 and many smaller incidents, and have no sympathy for those who turn a peaceful protest into a melee; but nor do I have sympathy for police managers who bring discredit to a just cause by failing to grasp how public perceptions are shaped by their choices.
That same year, Southern rockers Lynyrd Skynyrd released ‘Sweet Home Alabama,’ an answer song to Neil Young and others who’d criticized Dixie. “Now Watergate does not bother me,” Ronnie Van Zant sang. “Does your conscience bother you?”
Nixon certainly bothered some of the biggest names in rock, whose music helped galvanize the public to call for the president’s resignation. Long after Nixon departed the White House, musicians still referenced him as a reminder that, as James Taylor said, “things repeat themselves.”
What the fuck does that even mean, you hippie wife-beater?
Anyhow, this singularly unimpressive list omits this, for some reason:
By noon, the sun is oppressively intense and you can’t wear much more than your underwear and boots (some go nude). This is dangerous because the blackflies and mosquitoes are so dense, they look like clouds of smoke. The amount of DDT you’d need to keep them off would give you cancer, so, after a base tan, most planters just smother themselves in vegetable oil. The bugs stick to your skin and drown in such high numbers you look like you’re wearing full-body fishnet stockings. If you take a shit, they cover your ass and scrotum and the itching from being bit in such unusual places drives you insane. When you eat a sandwich, it’s half bugs. After a while, you don’t even notice them and will casually eat blackflies off the windscreen if you’re lucky enough to ride in the foreman’s truck (one in three taste like raspberries, the others just taste like potatoes).
But while everyone is eulogizing Robin Williams and Lauren Bacall, spare a thought for Menahem Golan, who produced that film, and many other “B-pictures,” and who died on August 10.
At the annual Cannes Film Festival in France, Mr. Golan became a celebrity. Working with Yoram Globus, his cousin and business partner in Cannon Films, he promoted his high-minded films and his less lofty action titles with equal fervor.
Perhaps the oddest deal he made at the festival was an agreement with Jean-Luc Godard, said to have been signed on a napkin at a hotel bar, to direct a version of “King Lear.”
The cast of that film, which when released in 1987 ended up being a science-fiction comedy about post-Chernobyl culture, included Norman Mailer, Woody Allen and the director Peter Sellars.
Mr. Golan was born Menahem Globus on May 31, 1929, in Tiberias, a city on the Sea of Galilee, in what was then Palestine and is now Israel. (…)
He served as a pilot and bombardier in the Israeli war of independence; in 1948, when the state of Israel was established, he changed his surname to Golan. (…)
Mr. Golan directed and helped write “Mivtsa Yonatan” (“Operation Thunderbolt”), about the 1976 Israeli raid on Entebbe, Uganda, which was nominated for a 1978 Oscar as best foreign-language film. (…)
A documentary, “The Go-Go Boys: The Inside Story of Cannon Films,” is scheduled for the fall.
We’re often informed that this or that old-ish film would make for particularly appropriate viewing during trying times.
So, here ya go:
Which makes the revelation that Denton has been allowing trolls to terrorize his female employees all the more delicious.
I honestly believe we said things he had neither heard before, nor thought we had the right to say. For us it was run of the mill commentary; for him it was like a pre-teen’s first encounter with pornography.
He walked into a buzz saw of intelligent empathy and empathetic intelligence.
Alas, he soon left us and went back to his progressive insularity. I hope he’s happy.
And insularity it is when it comes to progressives…
Nice point in the comments:
Kyle Broflovski’s rather interesting as a comic foil to Eric Cartman: Eric Cartman is anti-Semitic and Kyle is stereotypically Jewish to the point of self-parody, yet it’s Cartman who displays all the worst traits anti-Semites typically attribute to Jews (he’s greedy, thoroughly unscrupulous, and manipulative) whereas Kyle is generally the agreeable and sensible one.
That reminds me:
I see that Warren Kinsella is still working for “white supremacist”-by-association-(with-me) Sun News, weeks after I “revealed” this connection on this blog and elsewhere.