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This column is going to surprise many; especially some of those within Caribbean-American political circles. I have decided to support the present legislative initiative to allow for same-sex marriages in New York. It has been a long journey: I have come full circle.
Another poem written by a young Guatemalan-born man named Otto Rene Castillo -now deceased: “Beyond the Scales Forever "
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Now that Anthony Weiner has resigned from the House of Representatives, the complexion of NYC’s next mayoral race has changed. Weiner was the presumed frontrunner for the office, so his expected departure leaves a significant void.
At this point in time these are the main contenders: Bill Thompson, Bill DiBlasio, Christine Quinn, John Liu, Scott Stringer, Adolfo Carrion and Marty Markowitz. Of course there are one or two others who claim to be considering the run, but so far these seven appear to be the key contenders.
I am a registered democrat. That’s well known. As a naturalized citizen, I have only been able to vote in the last four presidential elections. I have voted three times for an independent candidate (Nader), and the other vote went to Barack Obama. In the past I never felt republican nominees offered me much as an option: thus they were minimally considered.
Let me get this correct: so far it hasn’t been proven that Congressman Anthony Weiner has committed adultery; or patronized prostitutes; or stolen money; or avoided paying taxes; or assaulted anyone; or corrupted the morals of a minor; or taken any bribes; or perjured himself in a legal matter; or abused his powers of office; or was censured by the House of Representatives; indicted or convicted; yet he is being pressured to resign; when others who have done some of what I just outlined are still in office. I will say this again: until it is shown that Weiner has broken some l
This will not be a lengthy column. It will be relatively straightforward. I dislike hypocrites. It is that simple. I come close to hating them; but since I try not to hate anyone or anything, I don’t quite get there. As long as Anthony Weiner hasn’t broken any criminal laws then he shouldn’t succumb to the pressures being mounted on him to resign right now. The overwhelming majority of people calling for his resignation are hypocrites. And I am talking about both Republicans and Democrats (especially the spineless Democrats).
Last week I wrote a column on my Room Eight New York Politics blog (www.r8ny.com) about Anthony Weiner’s contemporary political problems. I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, relative to his claim of being “hacked”. Yesterday, at a hastily arranged press conference, Congressman Weiner admitted that the photo of a man’s pubic area -which went viral on the internet last week- was his. He also admitted texting it to a young female student. He further admitted to internet- dalliances with at least six female strangers over the past three years.
I am pissed at Anthony Weiner. I have been for a couple years now. I think he suspects it. I suspect he remembers when I confronted him at the Central Brooklyn Independent Democrats (CBID) meeting two springs ago. I am certain that he reads my column regularly (well, he has told me so a few times now). When I wrote that he will regret not running against Bloomberg last time out, I guess he thought I was just being obnoxious. I wish he would honestly tell us all, how he now feels in retrospect.
We always need to keep in mind, that there are different types of political activists out there; just as there are different levels of involvement and activities; and there is a co-relation. There are those whose activism has been driven by family heritage: generations of political involvement and community activism from close relatives.
I guess I just can’t win without losing. Anytime I write anything about Barack Obama, the e-mails and phone calls come in trickles. Whether I write something good or bad doesn’t matter. The man has his sycophants and they are relentless.
In my last column I gave him credit for what I deemed a gutsy call on the Arab-Israeli impasse. Since then he has elaborated on his position(s) via three significant speeches, one intriguing press conference (with England’s PM) in London, and through a few communiqués to the press.
Last week, President Barack Obama made an unexpected call, which seems to have surprised many in both Israel and the USA. Relative to the Arab-Israeli impasse, he bluntly and sensibly stated the obvious: it is in Israel’s long-term interest to give back seized-lands, as an opening gesture or kick-off point to reinstalling peace talks with the Palestinians. Of course, those whose interests are way above and beyond peace jumped him like he was being blasphemous. Many of them deliberately ignored some of the specific caveats in his speech: like “agreeable land-swaps”.
Guys like Donald Trump are the kind of people who made 1789 a great year for regular folks like me. Here is a guy born with a gold spoon stuck in his mouth and with a silver spoon protruding from his ass. And yet, he swears he is “all that and a bag of chips”; but he is not. He was born on second base and swears “he hit a double”.
Last December I wrote a column suggesting that Brooklyn’s next borough president should be a woman. I even suggested one: Lori Cintron Knipel. I feel that it is time to make history in Brooklyn. It’s time for a woman: case closed.
After I published that column, some people asked:”why not a black, Hispanic or Asian?” I have no qualms with either of those options, since such an election will also be historic. Anyway, that column brought a little attention, and it was requested that I revisit this topic as soon as I got a chance to. So here I am.
It was one of those defining moments predictable in near every US presidential debate. The moment when a speaker steps out of the crease so to speak, and hits for the boundary (cricket talk). Usually, these moments appear when caution is thrown to the wind; and they often give a deeper insight into a candidate’s true feelings and character. But sometimes these moments are scripted. Sometimes they are exquisitely calculated: especially when the candidate is as cunning and cerebral as Barack Obama. One of these moments came during the last presidential debate-cycle. I remember it well.
I should probably entitle this column “Dismay and I”, since blog fatigue is setting in and I am just about getting tired of all the bullshit here.