I just heard that Thomas Kincaid died suddenly today. It’s estimated that one in every twenty homes in America have one of his mass-produced masterpieces in it. Not ring a bell? Okay, how about this: Go to virtually any mall in America and look for the shop that sells paintings. Odds are the sign outside the door reads “Thomas Kincaid, Painter of Light.” Ahhhh. Now you get the connection. Now being an artist myself, you might think I’m all about mocking Kincaid. But I come not to bury him, but to praise him. Continue reading R.I.P. Thomas Kincaid, 1957-2012
The President of the United States is more than just the head of the Executive Branch, the Commander-in-Chief, and the most powerful individual in the world. He’s also a figurehead – someone who is supposed to lead by example. Presidents are usually mindful of appearances, and of the needs of their staff. For instance most Presidents have traditionally either spent the Christmas Holidays at the White House or at Camp David. They do this because, while a President can pretty much do whatever they want (at the taxpayer expense), they are mindful of appearances. The idea of a President not jet-setting off to some exotic, expensive locale for the Christmas holidays somehow makes them seem more human, more “of the people.” So with that in mind, let’s take a look at recent Presidents and where they’ve spent their holidays: Continue reading The Country Gets Lei’d for Christmas
I never knew a driver’s license could be racist. I mean, it’s just a laminated piece of paper, right? It has no will of it’s own. No sentient thoughts. No opinions. But to hear the Democrats tell it, ANY Photo ID is a racist thing. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Apparently forcing you to show a photo ID to vote is racist. Um…I’m confused. Why is this, exactly? Continue reading The Racists of the DMV.
Back before alcohol ads were regulated to death by the federal government, one beer maker, Schlitz, used the tag line “You only go around once in life, so you’ve got to grab for all the gusto you can get.” The message was clear: you get one shot at things, so don’t waste time with half-measures – don’t ask permission, at worst, beg forgiveness. Evidently, The Chosen One has taken these words to heart in more ways than one, and has decided to implement this slogan as his modus operandi for the rest of his term in office. Hence, his comments yesterday regarding the Supreme Court. Continue reading Power Grab.
Okay. I’m gonna wade right into the middle of this minefield, fully aware that I’m liable to tick a lot of people off. If you haven’t heard, the Donald Trump-owned Miss Universe organization learned that Miss Canada, one Jenna Talackova, was barred from competing for the Miss Universe title by virtue of having been born a man instead of a woman.
Okay, there are so many ways to go with this story, I hardly know where to begin. First of all, lemme say that it is a sick, sad sign of our times when a pageant has to include in its rulebook that contestants must meet the legal requirements of being an actual, you know… WOMAN. Things were so simple when I was a kid. We turned on the TV, and if someone was in a dress and had breasts, they were a woman. (Okay, they could have been Milton Berle, but I don’t think he fooled anybody.) Sure there were drag acts way back when, but I don’t recall a case where a guy decided to switch operating systems, as it were, and then decide to enter a beauty pageant contest as a woman. Now I understand “Jenna” entered an earlier contest for “transgendered” individuals, so it’s not like this should have come as a big surprise to our neighbors in the Great White North. And looking at pics of Talakova, I can understand the confusion. She looks like a woman. But I can’t blame the pageant officials either. I mean, who in the Hell would think to run DNA tests on contestants to make sure they’re really women. (Okay, I know, I know. East Germany women’s weight lifters. But still…) Continue reading Whither (Miss?) Canada?
My daughter woke up today running a fever. 101.1º. Worrisome, I suppose, but not Earth-shaking. I kept her home, and gave her the doctor-recommended Tylenol/Motrin cocktail. An hour later, her fever spiked up to 104.5º. NOW I was worried. Of course, when you’re dealing with your child, part of being SuperDad is not letting on that it’s time to hit the panic button. So from her perspective, no big deal. I made two calls first. One to my ex-wife, to keep her in the loop. The other, to my girlfriend, Brenda, who’s a nurse. As I’m not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, I like to get some “expert counsel” to make sure I’m neither overlooking something, nor going overboard. My medical brain trustees both advised a visit to the pediatrician. So, off we went. Continue reading Healthcare. Up close, and personal.
As of this evening, I’m pleased to report we’ve reached 25 fans, which is not too shabby for around 24 hours. And this is no April Fool’s joke. Because of hitting that magic number, our FB page now has a shiny, new URL: www.facebook.com/captaindigitalspeaks. So, if you want to keep up with the doings here, you now have two easy ways to get there – www.captaindigital.net is the source, and if you prefer following us on Facebook, then use the www.facebook.com/captaindigitalspeaks. Same content. Different URL.