Your interest in this is chickenshit. You don’t care about Trump’s health; you only want to antagonize your enemies who had rough things to say about Biden’s senility. Let’s see how energetic you are at 80. By every account, Donald Trump is a workhorse who sleeps little, so if it catches up to him sometimes, show some grace.
"I first saw the Beatles in Manchester of all places. They were scheduled to play that night. They came through the front door about three in the afternoon to set up their equipment, and every girl in there stopped dead in their tracks. It was like four Marlon Brandos had walked in. They had an innate, primordial swagger. Aside from the raw energy they put out, they looked fantastic. A total coolness emanated off them, like a Young Riders kind of vibe. You know, they’d swing the door open and they’d all be standing there while the dust settled around them. They hadn’t even played a note, and the girls would swoon and faint. Fuckin’ fantastic . . .
"In general, that band was flat-out amazing, and everybody knew it. They played a molten, scruffy brand of rock ‘n’ roll. And they had attitude in spades. They’d swear and smoke onstage, tell off the audience, all of which just added to their mystique. The Hollies didn’t have that kind of power.
"They were very protected by a filtering system between the four of them. They were always together, even if there was a room full of people and they were all separated. I got to see it all unfolding before my eyes. And I was aware that it was historical. It was almost spiritual. When you saw the Beatles, and saw the effect they had on people, you knew something special was happening.
"I don’t think there’ll ever be another Beatles. I think that the universe put those four kids in the right place at the right time, and gave them the right talent, to be able to move the hearts and minds and spirits of billions of people. The Beatles were the best band in the world, there’s absolutely no question about it."
--#GrahamNash
#Hollies #CrosbyStillsNash #CSN @TheGrahamNash #Songwriter #OBE #HallOfFame #TheBeatles #Influence #Charisma #GOAT
Sources: "Wild Tales," Nash; Interview with James Rosen on "The Foxhole," 2015
Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.
D-Day.
I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.
Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.
He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.
His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.
His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.
He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.
June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.
In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”
He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.
No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.
That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.
It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.
I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.
So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.
Rest In Peace...
@hughhewitt That speech by Collins was amazing, but what does that have to do with the "Republican operative" being in a relationship with Graham Platner? I think it's only a wonderful karmic coincidence. Valli Geiger think it's part of some plot. Any excuse available.
@bonchieredstate Her lay-up mechanics are inexcusably bad. Can jump for rebounds, but can't get more than an inch off the floor to put the ball in the hoop. Very weird.
@mtracey@justin_hart LOL You’re nuttier than a squirrel on Viagra. Aren’t you the guy who tried to get into a fistfight at a Motel 6 a few weeks back? Ha ha.
Kavanaugh’s main accuser was unquestionably an alcoholic POS who allowed herself to be used by Feinstein, Harris et al to accomplish a heinously cynical political objective. She earned her demonization. This Fifield woman’s connection to both F**d and Platner is really nothing more than a crazy coincidence. What, the former episode invalidates the latter? Ridiculous.
@evanwch I remember when Democrats raged against “normalizing” Trump. So now it looks like y’all have internalized the futility of trying to destroy a moral outlier and are embracing your own version instead. Stunning. Brave.
Carville exemplifies the Democrats’ moral calculus. After excoriating Trump every hour of the day, and seeing him survive it, they naturally refuse to do to Platner what doesn’t work on their worst enemy. But is Platner cult-worthy? Hardly. The Dems are drawing the wrong lesson. They are embracing the Totenkopf of their Judenhass.
@MikeLevin Are you serious? The First Amendment has nothing to do with Pelley getting canned. The First Amendment is a restraint on the government, not CBS. Good grief. And you’re a Congressman?!
President Trump should make mischief by making nice with Janet Mills after insulting her last year. No endorsement, of course, but he should reject Graham Platner as a closet Nazi and talk her up as the morally superior choice. That would enrage the Dems. Mills is unpopular, anyway. Susan Collins is likely to win if the Dems are fractured.
@AaronRegunberg The left truly doesn’t know how much the Ford allegations/scheme red pilled a large swath of this country. You can’t pick a worse example