We may want to go back to rotary landline phones. Or perhaps pigeons and ravens.
Sooner or later, we knew it was too good to be true that we could walk around and ignore everybody around us while we chatted incessantly about nothing and everything on our cell phones.
Perhaps we should rethink that.
A group of experts from the World Health Organization has classified the radiation emitted from cell phones as a possible cancer-causing agent, concluding that cell phones could be associated with an increased risk for glioma, a type of brain tumor.
If you have a brain, you sure don’t want a tumor on it.
It’s hardly a shock to find this out. Stick a whole bunch of radiofrequency electromagnetic fields into your ear for an infinity of hours and it has to screw something up until you have tombstones in your eyes.
You wouldn’t catch Alexander Graham Bell dead with a cell phone. Oh, he’s already dead? Well, then perhaps he did use a cell.
For the rest of us, while there still is time, we had better opt for hands-free devices or simply text people. But don’t text while driving or while trying to hit a Cole Hamels changeup or while smoking a cigarette in an oxygen tent.
I didn’t know whether to spend my Memorial Day straightening out my sock drawer or breakfasting in London, lunching in Paris, doing dinner in Milan or getting nasty in Amsterdam.
Then I made the best decision of all.
I decided to stay home in America, enjoying family and friends, and savoring the freedom that all our fallen soldiers and sailors paid for with their lives.
God bless them all. And God bless America.
I admit my sense of Italian history sort of expired when the Visigoths sacked Rome. So I’m not sure how long Silvio Berlusconi has been the Italian premier, but I’m pretty sure it predates electricity.
The 74-year-old Berlusconi remains considerably more popular than a carbuncle festival in Tuscany despite currently being a defendant in four cases, three related to his business interests and one on charges of paying for sex with an underage teen.
Then again, Italians are noted for their love of La Dolce Vita.
However, I suspect Berlusconi’s brain must be in an advanced state of decay.
Berlusconi, who makes Bernie Madoff seem ethical, complained about leftist judges today to President Obama of all people.
Say what? The guy is complaining to the King of Lefties? What are they putting in this guy’s vino?
Berlusconi cornered a clearly perplexed Obama today at the G-8 summit after the delegates all had enjoyed a V-8.
The premier told Obama that leftist judges in Italy represent “almost a dictatorship.”
His comments were carried on Italian TV news broadcasts from the summit in Deauville, France. As you can imagine, Italian magistrates and his political opponents now really want to make linguini out of Berlusconi.
What is it about lefties that incenses people until they lose their senses (i.e. Tea Partiers)?
Doesn’t Berlusconi realize that Julius Caesar, Tiberius, Charlemagne, Michelangelo, Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Ramses II, Alexander the Great and Napoleon all were lefthanders?
Ditto Herbert Hoover, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Ben Franklin, John McCain, Oliver North and Joan of Arc.
Not to mention Babe Ruth, Ted Williams and Sandy Koufax.
There is increasing media speculation that Sister Sarah may indeed run for president after all.
Of course, media speculation and reality very often never even scrape fenders.
Still, I have this gut feeling that Sarah Palin wants this almost as much as she wants her next breath and paycheck.
Why else would she be beginning a bus tour of historical sites on the East Coast this weekend?
After all, she’s been about as much of a history buff as Snooki.
I hope Palin does have the fire in the belly needed to stage a bid. She should. After all, she is hotter than two-lane blacktop under an August sun.
For bloggers, a Palin candidacy would be like serving vats of firewater to the Apaches. She would run as if the field was shellacked, with a pratfall and faux pas running in tandem with every stride.
And Palin always is a scream because she invariably develops lumbago when it comes to lifting the heavy details.
Go for it, Sarah! God knows that this country desperately needs some comic relief.
I didn’t realize the British are either members of the Tea Party, Fox News anchors or regulars posting comments on the Zeke Blog.
Because the Brits apparently harbor a Grand Canyon-sized bias for President Obama.
In fact, they think Obama is a smart alec. Then again, the original Tea Partiers at Boston Harbor thought King George III also was a smart alec.
Scotland Yard, the UK’s police force, has given Obama the security codename Chalaque for his visit this week to the United Kingdom. The term is a Punjabi word meaning someone who is too clever for his own good.
Well, I’m as certain that the Rapture ain’t happening tomorrow either as I am that many of you feel the label is an apt description for Obama.
Scotland Yard insiders said that codewords are randomly generated by computer.
It’s not Islamic extremists who are striking terror into the hearts of Americans.
It’s the weather, the true weapon of mass destruction.
A tornado that killed 117 people in Missouri was the single deadliest twister in the past 60 years, according to National Weather Service.
And roughly 1,500 people have been reported missing.
Deaths and shattered lives defined by a few minutes of catastrophe that last forever.
Until this week, the single most deadliest tornado on record with the National Weather Service in the past six decades was a twister that killed 116 people in Flint, Mich., in 1953.
More deaths have resulted from outbreaks of multiple tornadoes. On April 27, a pack of twisters roared across six Southern states, killing 314 people, more than two-thirds of them in Alabama. That was the single deadliest day for tornadoes since the National Weather Service began keeping such records in 1950.
Mother Nature can be a cruel mistress who cuts like a scimitar across our land, churning it like a World War I battlefield.
And we essentially are powerless as we dangle in the wind, like puppets on a string.
Sorry about the delayed post today but I ran into a problem.
When I decided to blog about Republican Tim Pawlenty formally launching his presidential campaign today in Iowa, I immediately fell asleep.
Yep, the former two-term Minnesota governor is that boring. He could turn this country into a massive posse of Rip Van Winkles if his campaign has any sort of shelf life.
If operating rooms run short of anesthesia right now, Pawlenty is the best substitute. If the patient tunes into one of his speeches, it’s coma time. Even grass won’t grow around Pawlenty because it falls asleep.
But perhaps that’s good. Republicans have been way off the charts recently, swearing that the planet isn’t warming, evolution didn’t happen, the president isn’t American and the need to pay the costs of running the government can be wished away if you close your eyes.
They need to get back to their boring and solid Eisenhower roots.
Enter Tim Pawlenty, Mr. America. Put a pitchfork in his hand and put him in front of a haystack, and this guy is a heartthrob for the heartland.
Of course, Pawlenty went after President Obama today, saying he’ll change America again, and this time for the better.
Yes, sleep deprivation no longer will be an issue in this country with Pawlenty in the White House.