This is just sweet. Right now, one-in-five people believe that Barrack Obama, the 44th President of the United States in a Muslim. The Pew Research Center has released a new report that illustrates the upward belief the Obama is Muslim, while simultaneously showing a downward trend that he is a Christian. Isn’t that something? The man upholds the principles of the Constitution of the United States, in this case religious freedom with a Muslim mosque in lower Manhattan, and the negative tide escalates. Or does it?
Despite that fact that I’ve got a real problem with Fox (Neuz) fueling the far right and the paranoia that daily grips them, and that their poster child, Bill O’Reilly, was the face of tabloid television with Kingworld’s Inside Edition for many years (an anchor for tabloid (trash) TV who is the spokesperson for all that is Christian?!?) before he became the face of “Fair and Balanced” on Fox, this is, at present, a prime example of the Pareto Principle– the 80/20 Rule. This rule states that 20% of the population will control something. In this instance, 20% hold to the truth that Obama is Muslim and not a Christian, as if being a Christian absolves all and everything.
Previously in this column we’ve discussed one of the basic principles of business: Never let the facts get in the way of a good argument. In that discourse, it was about the Birther Movement, or Obama being illegally the president because he does not show his birth certificate. You bet. Did you see that a leader in that movement had her case thrown out of court and fined $20,000 for filing frivolous lawsuits, wasting the courts time. I wonder if she’ll re-file?
Nevertheless, WTF? Is the collective memory of the citizens of the United States so ADD infected that it fails to recall that less than two years ago, #43 Bush was so bad that he made history by allowing us to grow beyond our capabilities and elect a black man as our leader. Do you really think that would have occurred if he had even remotely been a viable leader? So, for my money, Yalie party-hardy George Bush is owed a staggering debt of gratitude of historical proportions.
But under “Grandma Wisdom,” the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Here, 20% are very loudly squeaking. So possibly, it is nothing more that the Pareto Principle making noise and the Media jumping on it, if for no other reason, it needs something to discuss. Kinda like this column. It’s just stupid.
Speaking of which, Dr. Frank Ryan makes one wonder what was going through his mind just prior to meeting his maker. Dr. Ryan was a celebrity plastic surgeon, with was being the action word. Monday the good Doctor was delivered back home to the great ER in the sky. In Delaware, they have a billboard campaign that warns of the evils of texting while driving, “If U R texting while driving, C U in ER.” Doc lived in California, not Delaware. So Doc texted on Twitter while driving. About his dog. On a very high road. Tweeting without guardrails.
Possibly his final twit ended with, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! His final twat was about his border collie, Jill, enjoying the views of the Pacific from the beach. Which is where Doc and Jill landed after he drove off a cliff. He drove off…a…cliff. He was texting and drove off a cliff.
Now really, ADD is a serious problem. Texting while driving is a serious problem. But texting while driving on a narrow road that sits high above the ground without guardrails is moronic. But it doesn’t matter to Doc Ryan because he’s dead. Jill lived. The Doc hurt her head, eye, and paw, but she’ll live. Poor thing lost he Daddy.
And finally, a new report explains why time slows down in high stress situations. These situations tend to bring us into keen focus on everything. Sights, sounds, smells, the whole nine yards. Since we are so hyper-aware, it seems to us that time is slowing down. I’ve personally found that time does in fact slow down when faced with near-death experiences. Call me crazy, but when I was staring at The Big One and everything was coming at me in living color and extreme slow motion, well, my attention was focused. Hyper focused. A lot of water has rushed under the bridge since that very brief moment in time, but I can still see it as it happened. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Which is probably how Doc Ryan and Jill saw things as they plummeted downward off the cliffs of Malibu into the earth below them. Slowly. With conviction that the game was over. It reminds me of a poor joke I was told about a bug on a windshield: What’s that last thing that went the bugs mind when he hit the windshield? His feet! Guffawwwwww. RIP Doc.