Obama campaign slogan this time around is forward — as in Tennyson’s half a league, half a league, half a league onward

OK, time to dump change and change slogans. Apparently Barack Obama’s change worked out as well as the Edsel. Or to be more contemporary, the stimulus package.
So this time the Obama campaign slogan is forward, which the White House rolled out in a seven-minute video today by taking a look back.
Republicans naturally will describe the video as pure fiction and rename it backward.
The video outlines “the challenges America faces as President Obama took office at the height of the worst recession in almost a century and details the progress that has been made reclaiming the security of the middle class and building an economy that’s meant to last, where hard work pays and responsibility is rewarded.”
Republicans from here to Seattle are laughing hysterically at Obama’s interventionist strategies, which they feel have backfired more than a farm tractor.
Granted, the economy’s face was covered with massive zits of hurt when Obama took over. Still, for the Obama campaign to sell America that their president cleared up the nation’s complexion will be more difficult than opening a contrary bottle of wine.

Fletcher Cox just the beast the Eagles were hoping to unleash

Don’t you just love the NFL draft? It’s an annual gourmet feast of promise and potential as teams restock their pantry of meat on the hoof to take on the gouged and pitted road to the playoffs.

Last night’s first round was a slam-bam-in-your-face affair with the trades and picks flying at warp speed. Who knew that the mere selection of names could have more drama than a Shakespearian play?

Eagles’ fans, and you know who you are, are gloating and chortling after the Birds traded up from No. 15 to No. 12 and used it to pluck defensive tackle Fletcher Cox.

The choice and the player are garnering dollops of acclaim. Apparently Cox is an amazing palette of size, strength and speed. An elite athlete who could rush the quarterback in his flip-flops.

Eagles’ D-line coach Jim Washburn has been coaching studs since Knute Rockne was in his prime. Washburn loves to throw fastballs at offenses with his linemen. And he seemingly loves Cox because he scares the hell out of everybody.

Eli Manning, RGIII and Tony Romo beware! Fletcher Cox is coming to getcha!

Foxy lady! Monica Crowley tweets nasty about Sandra Fluke’s engagement

Fox News’ personalities often come across as holier than thou, which is just fine by me since they all seem to be Pro-Am partners with Jesus.
So I was stunned to find out that Fox News’ Monica Crowley reacted to the news that Sandra Fluke is engaged by tweeting “To a man?” today.
Sort of a Metta World Peace cheap shot, don’t you think?
Then again, the Right loves to work the homophobic angle the way Stradivarius worked spruce and maple.

If you recall why Fluke has had 15 minutes of fame, it’s because Rush Limbaugh called the Georgetown law student a “slut” and a “prostitute” for advocating employer-covered contraception.

Today it was announced that Fluke is engaged to her long-time boyfriend.
It would appear to me that Crowley, who later tweeted that she had been joking because “I love exposing the Left’s total lack of a sense of humor,” doesn’t know her biology.
If Fluke were engaged to a woman, contraception would be as irrelevant as, well, Monica Crowley.

With the Republican prize in his Mitt, watch Romney overhaul his transmission as he revs up his engine for Obama

After 43 primaries and caucuses in the Eternal Campaign that was longer than the wait for Godot, Mitt Romney is THE name on the Republican marquee.

Not bad for a granite statue of a man with moving lips.

Romney rolled to double-digit victories in five primaries last night, including our very own Pennsylvania.

Of course, with Rick Santorum gone, it was sort of like earthmover beats tulip.

The drama now as the focus shifts to the fall wrestling match with Barack Obama is how cleverly and transparently Romney can bolt back to the center from the right.

And not come across as a Jell-O parfait of a man in the process.

Obama delves into profound political philosophy with Jimmy Fallon

President Obama appeared on “Late Night with Jimmy Fallon” tonight even before tonight arrived.
Aw, the sweet magic of taped television.
Fallon hardly is the Walter Cronkite of his time but times change. Superficial is in, substance is out. Depth these days can only be found in oceans.
Obama and Fallon chatted about Mitt Romney for some strange reason. How boring can you be?
“I’ve met him, but we’re not friends,” Obama said of Romney. “His wife is lovely.” He added that Romney “seems like somebody who cares about his family.”
Can’t get much more provocative than that, now can you?
With late night television chatter such as this, no wonder more and more couples are forsaking sex to tune in.
Obama also didn’t throw the Secret Service under the bus despite its extracurricular activities in Cartagena, Colombia — which has replaced Amsterdam as the sex capital of the world.
After all, the Secret Service has got his back as well as his family’s backs. Obama may be a Democrat, but he isn’t as stupid as a donkey.
“The Secret Service, these guys are incredible,” Obama said. “They protect me, they protect our girls. A couple of knuckleheads shouldn’t detract from that they do. What they were thinking, I don’t know. That’s why they’re not there anymore.”
I guess Obama next will appear on Rachael Ray and discuss his favorite Kenyan recipes.

More Mexicans return home, fewer come to U.S.

Who would have thunk it?
For years some folks whose ancestors also were immigrants unless they were descendents of Sitting Bull or Geronimo or Chief Jay Strongbow were more fired up than pottery over Mexican immigration.
Indeed, there may have even been one or two of those complainers in good ol’ Reading.
My, how things change. Next thing you know the dinghy will sink the battleship.
Mexican immigration to the U.S. is on the cusp of a historic boomerang.
More Mexicans may be going back to Mexico than coming in, according to a Pew Hispanic Center report today.

Data suggest that the return flow to Mexico probably surpassed the incoming flow in the last two years.
The influx of Mexicans, which has dominated U.S. immigration patterns for four decades, began to tumble in 2006 and 2007 as the housing bust and recession created a dearth of jobs. At the same time, the number of Mexicans returning to their native country along with their U.S.-born children soared.
Some factors likely were that Mexicans who came to Reading were appalled that the mayor and City Council fight more than Julio Cesar Chavez and that winter temps here, this year notwithstanding, are a tad cooler than Mexico City. Here ice winds up on sidewalks and streets. There ice is reserved strictly for drinks.
Granted, stricter border enforcement, more deportations and tough state immigration laws such as the Arizona statute being challenged before the Supreme Court on Wednesday probably also contributed to the shift, says Jeffrey Passel, lead author of the report. The study analyzed data from censuses and a variety of other sources in both countries.
From 2005 to 2010, 1.4 million Mexicans came to the U.S. — down by more than half from the 3 million who came from 1995 to 2000. From 2005 to 2010, the number of Mexicans who moved from the U.S. to Mexico rose to 1.4 million, roughly double the number who had done so 10 years prior.
No wonder you see so many U-Haul trucks on highways.

Photograph shows George Zimmerman’s bloodied head

Trayvon Martin is dead. Mute forever. Unless, of course, prosecutors use a Ouija board to talk to his spirit.
George Zimmerman is alive but not so well. And maintaining to law enforcement authorities that he shot Martin in self-defense after Martin punched him in the face, climbed on top of him and slammed his head into the sidewalk.
Now a new photograph released by ABC News shows a bloodied Zimmerman with injuries on the back of his head.
The photo, which was reportedly taken three minutes after Zimmerman shot Martin, could serve as possible evidence supporting the neighborhood watch volunteer’s claim of his violent confrontation with the teen.
The image shows blood trickling down Zimmerman’s head from two cuts, and a possible contusion on the crown of his head.
Granted, images these days can be altered faster than you can say Photoshop.
Still, some pictures speak volumes.
I imagine that Zimmerman is grateful that he didn’t wear a hoodie that fateful evening.

GOP Senate candidate equates smoking ban with Hitler forcing Jews to wear the Star of David

When I hear about people like John Raese, I sometimes wish that everything is an illusion and nothing exists.
Then I quickly stop myself and realize then that I definitely overpaid for my house.
John Raese is a perennial candidate and loser in West Virginia, now running for the U.S. Senate for the fourth time.
By the way, West Virginia has not elected a Republican to the Senate since 1956. Don’t know about Raese, but I sense a trend here.
What’s the definition of insanity? Repeating the same mistake over and over?
Raese has equated a Monongalia County smoking ban with Hitler forcing Jews to wear the Star of David.
Say what?
Apparently Raese was decrying government overreach. But his comparison was totally off base.
Then again, Raese seems to be from a different planet. Perhaps he was Mork in a previous existence.
After all, he seems to be lost in space.
During his failed Senate run in 2008, he said the U.S. needed to put “1,000 laser systems” in the sky to defend against a “rogue missile.”
Talk about government overreach.

Dick Clark may be gone, but true immortals live forever

Dick Clark is dead. Next thing you know they’ll tell us that Santa Claus is dead. The Easter Bunny, too.
Dick Clark was supposed to be eternal. A man for whom time stood still. A fixture for the ages.
After all, rock ‘n’ roll never dies.
Pop culture icons become one of us. When they die, so does a little part of ourselves. Or at least part of our shared history dies.
Clark died of a massive heart attack this morning at 82.
Say it’s not so, Grim Reaper.
The World’s Oldest Teenager, famous for his toothpaste smile and everlasting youthful looks that were designed perfectly for the TV screen, had suffered a debilitating stroke in 2004.
I shall not remember him that way.
To me, Clark always will be the signature TV host of American Bandstand and New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, an entertainment tycoon who also was a powerhouse producer in music, television and film.
They can fug-gedda-bound-dit dropping the ball on Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
With Dick Clark gone, nobody cares anymore. Who knows? Perhaps he died so that it can remain 2012 forever.
Clark was a brilliant on-air personality and entrepreneur, a fixture who melded music and TV like no other.
Heaven’s really gonna be a rockin’ place now. The angels finally can ditch those harps. I’m sure St. Peter was playing the Bandstand theme song when he greeted Dick Clark at the Pearly Gates.
Roll over Jimi and tell Janis the news.

Is the cocksure Obama camp whistling past the graveyard?

When leaning against a slender reed atop Mount Everest, best not to swagger. If the fall doesn’t kill you, it will at least put a crimp in your plans to win the Olympic decathlon.

Overconfidence didn’t do a lot for Goliath. Or Mike Tyson. Or Dewey.

Now some folks are worried that the horseradish in the eye of President Obama’s reelection campaign is cockiness.

Granted, I now could resort to the lowest common denominator and reference the Secret Service prostitute scandal under his watch. But with my aching back, I’m not gonna limbo that low.

Obama’s lead over Mitt Romney at this point is dental-floss thin, but his surrogates are mouthing off like Floyd Mayweather Jr.

I realize that campaign rhetoric can be as airy as a soufflé, but too much false bravado won’t echo in eternity. You would think that the president’s basset ears would hear all this tripe.

Then there is Obama’s fundraising. He’s several million dollars behind where he was in 2008 and likely isn’t going to raise the $1 billion his people used to spout about unless a wayward convoy of trucks from Fort Knox crashes onto the White House lawn.

In the interest of full disclosure, Obama does have his supporters. Washington Capital fans apparently love the guy. Then again, hockey fans usually have fewer brain cells than hockey players have teeth.

Obama feted the Bruins at the White House after they won the Stanley Cup last season. Bruins goalie Tim Thomas passed, protesting that the federal government was threatening the rights and liberties of its citizens.

So Cap fans populated the Verizon Center with posters and masks with Obama’s face on them last night.

No matter. The Bruins put the Caps on ice 4-3 in the NHL playoff game.

When briefed on the matter, Romney merely responded that hockey is too blue collar for him.