The Eurozone debacle is hitting all of us in the wallet big time. LK strongly suggests that we exorcize our inner ostrich.

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LK believes that the President’s transparent insincerity just bit him in his poll numbers. Mitt still doesn’t realize that no one forgets high school lowlights.

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Elections in Europe this past weekend will have a massive effect on our lives here at home.   LK posits that the world may well be too interconnected.

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Cell phones and their radiation are a thorn in LK’s side, or more specifically, in the blood/brain barrier within his noggin.  And Ted Nugent should stick to Cat Scratch Fever, rather than the dog eat dog world of politics.

                          

No offense, but why the hell would I celebrate the Battle of Puebla? Yeah, that’s – I just looked it up – what all the commotion is about. Some battle between the Mexicans and the French. I’m Italian. Do I ask everyone to celebrate the St. Valentines’ Day Massacre? No. We celebrate that quietly, here by lining up 14 pieces of fish against a wall and then eating them while making Tommy Gun sounds with our mouths.

Seriously, that’s how stupid this sounds to me. We have Labor Day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Flag Day, Presidents’ Day, Columbus Day, Groundhog Day, April Fools Day, Patriot Day, Women’s Equality Day. We got days for it just being a day. Do we need a Mexico verses France Day? Really?

And how come we don’t have any Night Days? Halloween used to be a night thing, but because we are such a sick society, any parent with half a brain takes his kid out way before the sun goes down. I want a Night Day. I want a celebration that marks the onset of nighttime. No one sleeps during the day of Night Day, so that when night falls we can emerge zombie-like and crawl from bar to bar in a gleeful stupor celebrating the dark. Of course the Catholic Church will see this as some Satanic thing and ban Catholics from participating, but that will just make it more enticing. In fact, I suggest that all Catholics wear a big “C” on their chest during Night Day. This will entitle them to one free drink at any bar of their choice. Sweet!

                          

On today’s show, LK:

De-mystifies the Greek debt debacle and makes it clear that the Credit Default Swap mess that threatens to bring down Europe and played a big part in bringing down Lehman Brothers is nothing but a bunch of bookies/bankers who can’t pay off winning bets.  For once, it’s the bookies/bankers who need their knees broken.

Points out that the Chinese are cleaning our clocks in a way that’s eerily similar to how we brought down the Soviet Union in the ’80’s.

Suggests that no one give up a job they hate in search of greener pastures just yet (don’t stop looking, just don’t give up the bird in the hand), because it’s a misconception to believe that the better economic numbers mean that the coast is clear.

Chastises the NFL players, disses Santorum (like shooting fish in a barrel of contraceptives), takes 30 seconds instead of the 2 full shows it takes other hosts to reconcile the rush from Rush, and declares the Republican quest for the nomination close to a done deal for Romney now that Ted Nugent’s endorsed him.  Cat Scratch Fever, Mitt’s new campaign theme song.

Talks with Dr. John Palumbo about the folly of Afghanistan and the pursuit of inner peace.

Have a ball.

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The Republicans are being obstructionist.  No one paying attention can dispute this.

The President, purportedly a constitutional scholar, is finding every which way to circumvent that same constitution.  Clearly to know it isn’t necessarily to love it.

It’s an embarrassment to this country to have Rick Perry as one of the six candidates of one of the two major political parties running for the presidency.

Judging by his recent comments, Leon Panetta couldn’t command a fleet of rubber duckies in a bathtub, let alone handle being the Secretary of Defense

We’ve got two super-turbo monster trucks, one being driven by an elephant, the other being driven by a donkey, heading straight for each other in a game of chicken.  The big problem is that riding in the back, with no seat belts or helmets, are you, me, and everyone else in this country.

Dr. John Palumbo playfully muses on the end of the world and having too much stuff.

                          

I asked myself what I would do if this was it. If I knew for sure that say by next Wednesday everything was just gone.  My immediate bonehead ideas were 1.  Buy the Bugatti Veyron Super Sport…the fastest car in the world – and drive it as fast as it can go , which is 253 mph.  2. Buy the L115A Long Range Rifle – the best sniper rifle in the world, and shoot a bunch of Taliban guys just as they were getting ready to rape someone.  3.  Move next door to Angelina Jolie and take her for a ride in my new Bugatti.  And 4.  Drive Angie and me to NYC to find Donald Trump and punch him in the face.

Now of course, all of that is just simple self-entertaining nonsense, and I fully realize that I would do none of those things because none of those things have any true meaning.  But then comes the puzzle – why bother with meaning if this is all over – including my inherent awareness of myself?  And then that irritating God thing comes up and I have to start all over.  Was it the fear or love of God that kept me from just letting go of all restraints and tearing through this life like a mad dog?  Or was there some gene plugged in during mom and pop’s coitus?  The truth – at least my truth when giving this some heavy thought, is that one dies like one lived.  I believe that having gone so many years traveling what I assumed to be the correct path, the right thing to do, the way to be, and so on, has been so deeply deposited into my psyche that even now, knowing that Wednesday next is the end of everything, I would behave in exactly the same manner I did all those hundreds upon hundreds of past regular Wednesdays.

And so, if the Mayans are in fact correct, there will be people stealing, raping, killing, and doing all kinds of bad stuff. But I believe that those people have been struggling with keeping themselves under control all along.  The majority of us will just sit, realizing there is nothing else we can nor need to do.

As for me, my Bugatti -Jolie imaginings washed away for the comical absurdities they were, I would gather my family and try to keep them from the panic and fear that accompanies any unknown.   I would hold them close, and laugh and cry and run through memories and even discuss what is next for us since we all, my family that is, have a belief in an afterlife.  And whether that afterlife is man made fodder created to keep everyone from cracking up at the thought of death, or a mystical, spiritual truth doesn’t matter.  Hope is what has helped me and my loved ones through this life.  To drop it now would be as illogical as shooting up the Taliban.

Still, there is a tiny part of that sniper thing that gives me a smile.  Gonna have to talk that over with God next Wednesday.

                          

“While the cat’s away the mice (or rats in this case) will play” is the theme of this week’s show.  While our psyche’s take a well deserved rest from the daily barrage of unsettling world events, that same world takes advantage of our dropped guard and reveals extreme behavior that would alarm and dismay us were we in our usual state of vigilance:

1.  The Chinese are planning to send men to the moon.  LK thinks they’re going to claim it as theirs.

2.  Iran claims to have produced a nuclear fuel rod and successfully test fired a long range missile.

3.  President Obama signs a bill that he vowed to veto that risks our basic constitutional rights.

Among other things.

                          

Situational rather than absolute ethics means that we’re a society which has at least misplaced, if not lost, our core values, and LK finds himself agreeing with the Pope, the type of authority figure who usually makes him bristle.

Dr. John Palumbo goes from Buddha to bourbon in the blink of an eye while addressing the new Kim and the old Pelosi and Boehner.

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As LK wrote to a mentor type last week:

We’ve gotten stupid and selfish and evil, but of the few who allow themselves to see that, even fewer are willing to say it.  Nothing good is going to happen unless and until there is a critical mass of revulsion for the culture we have embraced and/or succumbed to.

This week’s show jumps from Wall Street to Washington to war zones, from bailouts of too big to fail to failings of too small-minded to think straight.  Everybody’s doing “The Corruption” as if it’s the latest dance craze.

To lighten things up, LK and Dr. John deal with LK’s delusional belief that the Yankees are in the LCS, and they tip their hats to Governor Christie for speeding up the auto inspection process by putting brakes, wipers, and leaky gas tanks on the back burner.

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