Review – Radio City Music Hall Carville, Tucker Carlson, Huffington and Anderson Cooper

I attended the first installment of the Radio City Music Hall Lecture Series; The Minds that Move the World Tonight’s lecture featured  Jim Carville, Arianna Huffington and Tucker Carlson at Radio City Music Hall. Androidson Cooper moderated  If these are the minds that move the world, the gene pool has become just a little more shallow. They are pundits, not physicists for Christ’s sakes. If these are the minds that rule the rule, then I am Erasmus of Rotterdam. If you don’t know who that is, google it, this is not the my space blog. All three pundits seem to feel the Democrats are going to lose this election this year because of the infighting.  It was great sitting up so close to them and watching Carville and Huffington interact was a hoot. Carville can’t sit still in one position for too long, but thank God they never put him on Ritalin or we would not have had one of the world’s greatest political strategists to ever walk this planet. I admire the guy. I wish I could be like him. He just does not give a shit what he says.  He gave America Bill Clinton. Arianna impresses me more and more these days. I used to think of her as the Zsa Zsa Gabor of the political set, or maybe Ivanna Trump with a brain. But she has some real valid points about the media coverage of this election. Carville spelled it out though – The Winner and the Loser have to make nice at the Democratic Convention in Denver, or John McCain will be President. Carville likened the remaining Democratic race for delegates to a game of blackjack and the whole thing meant sense to me.  I don’t know if the audience got it, but it had me spellbound. If Obama is holding a 20 and Hillary is holding a 15, she has to hit on 15. Some asshole kept jumping up and yelling “Bullshit” every time Tucker Carlson spoke.  The poor fool probably did not realize that this was not being televised, so he was not going to get his obligatory 15 seconds of fame.  Sorry, lardass, you are not going to the be known as “The Bullshit Guy” from the Radio City Music Hall Lecture Series. Even if they do put it out on DVD, they will edit you out.  The panel had it’s moments, but alas I was bored – Androidson Cooper can only hold my attention for so long – and after an hour I slipped out, partially because I was tired, and partially because the guy next to me had Erbs Palsy or Petit Mal Seizures, or maybe he was just from Appalachia, and his twitching was annoying the shit out of me. I was one of the suckers who bought the package deal of all four lectures.  The heavy hitters are next – Al Gore, Rudy Giuliani and John Edwards, and the man himself Bill Clinton.  There was a lot of talk about him tonight. Some of it good, some of it critical.  Personally I am looking forward to seeing Al Gore. And of course Bill Clinton. I think that little weasel Tim Russert is moderating one of these things.  And I wonder if Bill Clinton finally loses it and beats the crap out of Little Russ for knocking his wife so hard in the debates. I wonder if the “Bullshit” guy will show up again at the next lecture. Or the twitching fool sitting next to me.  Let’s hope not. All in all it was basically like watching Crossfire, except it was in Radio City Music Hall, which makes everything look good. Carville by far was the star. The man is completely out of his mind and is unedited. I like that. He is the E.F. Hutton of U.S. Politics – when he talks, everyone listens.  This guy knows how to win elections. Hillary and Obama better start holding their fire and listen to the Ragin Cajun. No one on the panel was impressed by Obama’s debate performance the other night, and I fully expect Hillary will clean his clock in Pennsylvania tomorrow night. Huffington had a keen observation on the polls, saying that they were utterly useless and unpredictable. Wow, this is just dawning on her now?  Well, I guess I have to cut the woman some slack,  what the hell, she claims she didn’t know her ex-husband was gay when everyone else seemed to. It’s funny watching a bunch of media pundits on stage complaining about how the media covers the candidates.  Isn’t that biting the hand that feeds them. Call me crazy, but the curtain on this weird act called Election 2008 has yet to go up. This was just the sideshow. Some crazy shit is going to go down this year in the good old US of A. The airwaves are going to be filled with so much venom that  you won’t be able to tell the difference between the shitty American Idol auditions and the political commercials. And we’ll just sit back and watch the show, or won’t pay attention. We’re totally fucked my friends. McCain sold his soul to Karl Rove, Hillary doesn’t know her ass from her elbow, and Obama can’t tell if he’s shell shocked, steamrolled, gun-shy or powder burned.  I say fuck it. Let’s elect Jessica Alba president. I tried to get her elected pope but nobody took the bait. Maybe the country will follow my lead this time – if we can’t have an effective government, at least we can have a hot president.  The economy’s going to shit – don’t worry, Jessica Alba’s hot, she’ll handle it.  School system in the toilet – don’t worry, she’ll sunbathe in a bikini on the East Lawn of the White House while sweaty overweight photographers clamor for the money shot. Universal Healthcare – no problem. Rumor has it that putting a photo of Jessica Alba by a sick and dying person has healing properties.  What, you don’t believe me? Try it.  You’ve tried everything else. Well I am going to go to bed and dream of a world that does not closely resemble hell. And maybe, just maybe I will wake up and I will pick up the newspaper and it will say “Alba Elected President”.