porch.
The It Would Be Funny if It Didnât Hurt So Much Award goes to President Bush and the Culture of Corruptions (great name for a boy band). They block kidâs health care, help the insurance lobby provide us with crappy private coverage, then decry the evils of Socialized Medicine â all while enjoying free, government provided doctors appointments and trips to the government pharmacy for free Viagra (see first two awards). If thatâs not a well-functioning system of socialized medicine Iâm the uncle of that monkey who boarded the plane in Florida.
The New Orleans Gumbo Dumbo Award to FEMA for staging a fake news conference about the California fires and asking fluff ball questions like âIs FEMA doing a heckuva job here or what!?â Their own staff asked glowing questions and gave glowing answers in a post-apocalyptic FEMA attempt at looking competent in an emergency. We want Brownie back.â¦
And finally, the Give Me a Reason Itâs not Treason Award (also known as the Go Take a Leak Award ) goes to Lewis âScooterâ Libby, former chief of staff to Vice President Cheney, found guilty of obstruction of justice and perjury for outing CIA agent Valerie Plame. All smarmy obfuscation tactics aside, Mr. Libby, as fall-guy for Rove, Cheney, et al actually aided and abetted the enemy by outing Plame, and putting other operativesâ lives in danger. For Homeland Security? Noâ¦politics, for frying out loud! Why arenât they all in jail?
And now, the 2008 Humanitarian Achievement Awards are:
First, the Windmills Of My Mind Award to our local activists for marshalling the troops, making sport of the utilities, blasting us with e-mail, and fighting the electric and coal companies to push for off-shore wind power in Sussex County. You go girlsâ¦I hope that next year, when weâre talking about offshore windmills we will give you the Passing Wind Award.
And finally, the You Can Keep Your Head When All About Are Losing Theirs Award to CAMP Rehobothâs Steve Elkins and Murray Archibald for being calm, mature andprofessional when faced with the Community Center construction delay. Although the request for the next variance had nothing to do with sex variance, Steve and Murray made sure that we remained focused and faced the issue with proper patience. In fact, this has been the hallmark of their management style as they have worked for decades, first to help build a diverse community in Rehoboth and now to help make sure our community grows and thrives. Thanks, boys and I realize the editor may want to cut this award out claiming it as too âself serving,â but I am serving these awards up, fellas, not you. Thanks for all you doâ¦and so well, too.
In closing, we want to thank our Letters from CAMP Rehoboth advertisers, for making these awards possible. Weâre out of time, so we wonât do our finale â Marie Osmond singing Fry Me to the Moon . See you right here next year.
December 2007
WHERE ARE THE DYKES ON BIKES?
For too many years, when gay men and lesbians appeared on the nightly news, their lives were illustrated by woefully archaic film clips of seedy gay bars or semi-naked parade revelers.
Even through the late 1990s and early part of this century (gee, that sounds so, well, OLD!) it used to amaze me that journalists could yammer about pending employment legislation or âdonât ask, donât tellâ while showing film clips of drag queens in hot pink beehive hairdos and spiked heels. And of course, for variety they could always pull out film of police hovering in protective rubber gloves and riot gear.
The press is lazy. I know. I used to be in television. Producers used old file stuff, or B Roll in the industry vernacular, and ran with it, ad nauseum. Emphasis on nauseum.
But lo and behold, after a particularly vicious cycle of video images surrounding headlines about gays in the military, hate crimes, the anti-gay
The It Would Be Funny if It Didnât Hurt So Much Award goes to President Bush and the Culture of Corruptions (great name for a boy band). They block kidâs health care, help the insurance lobby provide us with crappy private coverage, then decry the evils of Socialized Medicine â all while enjoying free, government provided doctors appointments and trips to the government pharmacy for free Viagra (see first two awards). If thatâs not a well-functioning system of socialized medicine Iâm the uncle of that monkey who boarded the plane in Florida.
The New Orleans Gumbo Dumbo Award to FEMA for staging a fake news conference about the California fires and asking fluff ball questions like âIs FEMA doing a heckuva job here or what!?â Their own staff asked glowing questions and gave glowing answers in a post-apocalyptic FEMA attempt at looking competent in an emergency. We want Brownie back.â¦
And finally, the Give Me a Reason Itâs not Treason Award (also known as the Go Take a Leak Award ) goes to Lewis âScooterâ Libby, former chief of staff to Vice President Cheney, found guilty of obstruction of justice and perjury for outing CIA agent Valerie Plame. All smarmy obfuscation tactics aside, Mr. Libby, as fall-guy for Rove, Cheney, et al actually aided and abetted the enemy by outing Plame, and putting other operativesâ lives in danger. For Homeland Security? Noâ¦politics, for frying out loud! Why arenât they all in jail?
And now, the 2008 Humanitarian Achievement Awards are:
First, the Windmills Of My Mind Award to our local activists for marshalling the troops, making sport of the utilities, blasting us with e-mail, and fighting the electric and coal companies to push for off-shore wind power in Sussex County. You go girlsâ¦I hope that next year, when weâre talking about offshore windmills we will give you the Passing Wind Award.
And finally, the You Can Keep Your Head When All About Are Losing Theirs Award to CAMP Rehobothâs Steve Elkins and Murray Archibald for being calm, mature andprofessional when faced with the Community Center construction delay. Although the request for the next variance had nothing to do with sex variance, Steve and Murray made sure that we remained focused and faced the issue with proper patience. In fact, this has been the hallmark of their management style as they have worked for decades, first to help build a diverse community in Rehoboth and now to help make sure our community grows and thrives. Thanks, boys and I realize the editor may want to cut this award out claiming it as too âself serving,â but I am serving these awards up, fellas, not you. Thanks for all you doâ¦and so well, too.
In closing, we want to thank our Letters from CAMP Rehoboth advertisers, for making these awards possible. Weâre out of time, so we wonât do our finale â Marie Osmond singing Fry Me to the Moon . See you right here next year.
December 2007
WHERE ARE THE DYKES ON BIKES?
For too many years, when gay men and lesbians appeared on the nightly news, their lives were illustrated by woefully archaic film clips of seedy gay bars or semi-naked parade revelers.
Even through the late 1990s and early part of this century (gee, that sounds so, well, OLD!) it used to amaze me that journalists could yammer about pending employment legislation or âdonât ask, donât tellâ while showing film clips of drag queens in hot pink beehive hairdos and spiked heels. And of course, for variety they could always pull out film of police hovering in protective rubber gloves and riot gear.
The press is lazy. I know. I used to be in television. Producers used old file stuff, or B Roll in the industry vernacular, and ran with it, ad nauseum. Emphasis on nauseum.
But lo and behold, after a particularly vicious cycle of video images surrounding headlines about gays in the military, hate crimes, the anti-gay
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