**MND Editor’s Note**
dear onlylivin: President Clinton’s impeachment by the House of Representatives on December 19, 1998 is, of course, an historical day for most Americans, but given wide reportage in the British press, I expect you may have heard of it. Why don’t you try this Wikipedia article for a little background?

BTW – when you write ‘dingus‘, what ‘thing’ are you referring to? Just curious.

Ahnold entertains me even though he shaves his legs. I know that he parrots the thoughts of others, but dammit, I’m weak-minded enough to see the inner Ted Nugent in his schtick.

How about Will Rogers? Mark Twain? Were they just entertainers, forgotten before the lights dimmed?

Colbert makes me laugh, and Colbert telling Bush a few home truths to his face: priceless.

He’s an entertainer ferchrissakes! Whether or not I enjoy his music, I give him (and other musical entertainers) approximately the same degree of respect for their “contributions to the public good” as I would give any porn stars for being talented during their performances.

If anything is “ways out of proportion”, it’s likely to be the credit you give him or other entertainers for doing anything “for the public good”.

A year or so ago, Shirley MacLaine and some other aging “divas” posed naked for some laudable, politically correct cause or another. I don’t remember specifically which one, nor do I particularly care.

She was 75 years old at the time. If she had done so a half century ago, no doubt the aesthetics would have been more pleasing, but that’s still not a particularly rational reason for bothering to listen to her “sales pitch” for whichever politically correct cause she espoused.

I could sum up the political and social “clout” of entertainers with the phrase: “By the artistically talented or aesthetically pleasing – for the weak-minded.”

Certain people have contibuted to the public good, in ways out of proportion to the effort. Neil Young was one; Jan Egeland probably holds the record for the most accomplished with the least effort. If nothing good comes from a good deed, I don’t dump on it. I say try another day.

Oh, we’re doing “mother” jokes now? That narrows it down. You’re either under 20 and trying to crack your buddies up in the dorm, or over 35 and living in your parents’ basement and definately not cracking them up.

Post a picture of your mother, Powers. I want to see if she looks like Helen Thomas.

(Neil, not George. I hear The Shrub is more into coke and booze.
Daddy likes viagra…)

If Bush Jr. could make even one speech as coherent as a Neil Young lyric, we’d at least have a pretty average President.

Ordinary people that put in their time, pour their sweat, and pay their bills are the true activists. They are the rebels and non-conformists the airbrushed empty suits and skirts only play-act, because they refuse to fold. It is the fathers and mothers who work and feed children, and the producers and laborers and providers who pilot this ship of humanity on a hostile sea of defeatism and spiritual vacuity. Ordinary non-celebrities who live and die in obscurity contribute to the medicines that heal, the foods that sustain, and the machines that form the tenuous bulwark against hunger, disease, and the maw of decay.

The funny man on stage only acts.