Pfunksfoolosophy

After watching the DNC, I can safely say that I am voting for Obama and Biden. I was rather concerned about Joe Biden being a little soft in the public speaking department and Obama’s lack of lengthy experience, but I’ve gotta tell ya that I was pleased with the proceedings. It livened up considerably and Hillary made a lovely, impassioned speech. Rather liked Joe Biden’s mom…and good lord, the energy.

History was made, but more importantly, I think Obama’s campaign has encouraged young folks to get involved on a greater level than in previous elections. They’re much more informed and that youthful exuberance is a much needed fuel injection for the Dems. So why have I just about had it?
Well, McCain chooses a woman as his running mate as if by her having a vagina she will galvanize the females in this country. Sorry, but if I had planned on voting for Clinton just because she and I shared the same genitalia I would be a world class moron. Let’s hope that the many women voting will feel the same way. I can’t get over it. Why didn’t he find a black or latin woman who shared his crazy views? Probably because there aren’t any. I’m over it already. This will more than likely be my last entry that will have anything to do with politics.

Most of the time I don’t like to discuss poliitcs with folks. We’re all entitled to our opinions and can become passionate about converting people. I’m not one to try to convert or educate anyone. Information is readily available, so do your homework. I’m just venting here.

Read some Chomsky, look up archived articles in reputable newspapers…make your own decisions. I’m not lookin’ for ya to agree with me, but to have a laugh at life. Pfunk’s foolosophy doesn’t include becoming a zealot.

My foolosophy is about everyone getting along and when we don’t resolving it with some good old fashioned common sense.

Be good to one another. Be good to yourselves. Keep on truckin’ and keep your eyes and hearts open; you never know what may be in store for ya. Here’s hoping it’s all good.
Have a great long weekend if you’re in the U.S. and to my visitors overseas…have fun wherever you are and whatever you do!

 That’s Pooper up there, pondering life…and his Bubbe’s political views.

I am a registered Democrat. I am a happy Democrat, but I have got to tell you…it is one huge snoozefest when you watch on CNN. Plus, ye gods the people. Have you ever seen a more poorly dressed group of delegates in one place? (Wait for the RNC) I’m joking. Sort of. I’m actually rather concerned about this election much more so than in the past because we’ve got a good chance of continuing to shoot ourselves in the foot.

With Joe Biden, a man with about as much charisma as a sea sponge, as running mate, Obama has made it a lot easier for Republicans and Clinton Dems to divide the party even more. Oy, yoi yoi…what to do? I say you let Sasha, the youngest Obama child, make more speeches. I say you get her out there to explain the finer points of a given Hannah Montana episode, squeezing the cute from each moment. ‘Cause I’ve gotta tell ya, Uncle Ted can take us but so far.

By the way, Ted looked pretty good. I had the good fortune to have met him years ago, when the world and he and I were a bit younger. He’s a great listener. He doesn’t fade on ya when you’re blabbering about something. He can offer intelligent opinions and he’s got a quick mind. He’s also a crack up that guy. I felt sorta bad for Caroline Schlossberg. I don’t get the sense that she wants to speak in public. I mean, she understands that as a Kennedy she’s pretty much duty bound to do so, but I’m fairly certain she would rather she volunteered someplace instead of being in front of a camera and being scrutinized. Man, she’s got her mom’s smile though, doesn’t she? Poor kid, hope she makes it home okay.

Back to Ted: He seems slower, less peppy but he possesses a sharpness of spirit that I hope he’ll not lose. An endorsement from him is as good as gold. Here’s hoping that the droning of Biden will not dampen the momentum.

Will we ever hear about what Obama has to offer us? Who knows? We know of his values, but what the heck is he gonna do with this country already? Goodness knows he’s a likeable guy, but I’m sure in some quarters so is our current president. I shudder to think of which quarters, but you get my point.

Now, here’s why I would never be a delegate: dude, this crap takes forever. Foreeeevvvver. I would have left the convention center at least 12 times to get a drink, some food, grab a cigarette, go to the bathroom, see a movie…jeepers crow! Get to the point already people!
And the choice of music…I was waiting to hear “Afternoon Delight” after a little while. “You’re Still the One” by Orleans? Umm, are we married to Sen. Kennedy? Nope and I can tell you I ain’t still havin’ fun with the guy. “Isn’t She Lovely?” the song was not apropos of a future first lady. I would have much preferred hearing “Magic Man” as the outro for Kennedy. Although it would have been highly inappropriate given that incident on the bridge that fateful eve, but it would have been groovy. “One Nation Under a Groove” would have been awesome after Michelle “I have a sort of  Sigourney Weaver underbite” Obama’s speech. In truth, I spent more time goofing on her than I did listening to her.
Have I mentioned that her birthday is the same as mine–and the same year?
Yeah, so a vote for Obama is really a vote for Michelle which is sort of like a vote for me. There you have it. Put Pfunk in the White House. Man is Barack Obama a lucky guy. If his wife’s birthday wasn’t the same day as mine, I’d be voting for Nader.

Ah, that’s good stuff.

You’re not gonna get any political analysis on this blog. You’re gonna get foolosophy.
Dig that, okay?
Remember to vote your heart.

And don’t tell me about it.

Keep on truckin’!

Hey gang,

It’s been a sorta whirlwind of craziness for me, but it’s been grooviness for the most part. I got to spend some time with Pooper and my kids, my best friend and her family and I’ve been able to do much more than I’ve done in the past. Not so much of a hermit lately, which has been strange, but cool. The best part is I perfected my jerk chicken recipe.

I’d like to share it with you, but I’m reluctant. You see, if you become a jerk chicken maven, will you still come back here? I think not. I think you’ll go right out and start a business and leave me here cryin’ like…oh, that was too dramatic even for me.

Okay, here’s what’s shakin’ in Pfunk town: Still working, which is amazing. Still trying to understand why we have to hear about Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. At least Lindsay has some talent. Poor kid…I really do hope she makes it home okay. I caught some of that ‘Living Lohan’ on VH-1. I’m still not sure about that family. I do love the fact that Ali makes those faces and isn’t aware of it. She’s acting her age. Mind you, I am not too charmed with the makeup at her age, but I’m not her mother. Speaking of her mom, she and I are the same age, give or take a year. She’s in great shape, but still the mugshot…she looks older than me. Do I delight in telling you that? Yep. The one thing I’ve got going for me other than my emormous immaturity, is the fact that I look a good ten years younger.

Now, having said that I can only attribute it to never having married or birthing children and of course, genetics. Can’t take credit for any of it. Let’s see…what else? Oh, I watched that Denise Richards show. Whoo, mama…she curses like a sailor on liberty, that one. Potty mouth. Sorta like her for that. Her dad is sweet, though and I believe I watched it for him. I hope HE makes it home okay. It’s tough to lose a spouse. Poor guy.

What else? I’ve been reading a lot more than normal. My friend Old Bean sent me two books that were both captivating. The first was about the Bin Laden family by Steve Coll. Pick it up. It’s well researched and not a dry read. Coll is an extraordinary writer and I enjoyed the book–and it was a big ‘un. The other book was the only Hunter S. Thompson book I’d not read, “Hell’s Angels”–delightful. Thompson’s best writing, if you ask me, which you didn’t.

Not too pleased about all the hubbub between McCain and Obama. I’ve had it. ALSO, very, very unnerved that John Edwards stepped out on his wife. Not because it’s a crappy thing to do to a person, which it is, no doubt, but because he seemed like a straight shooter for so long–mind you, do I ever believe politicians? Nope. Maybe I was taken in by that ‘Aw shucks, I’m a man of the people’ act. It was the smile. I’m a sucker.

Still dig him and his wife, though. It isn’t for me to judge. Man, I know I could never run for public office. “Did you once flash a cabdriver in NYC?” “Yes.” It only goes downhill from there, friends.

Lemme see…if you get the chance, pick up a book called “Zoli” by Colum McCann. You’ll be glad you did.

Oh! I wanted to use my time to say goodbye to Bernie Mac and to Nuala O’Faolain who both passed away. Bernie passed most recently and I’d only just discovered that Nuala had left this mortal coil, but she died in May. We’re losin’ some great ones and Madonna is still kickin’. That was a poor joke. I wouldn’t wish death on anyone. Just to stop recording music.

In still other news, I want to give a shout out to Christina Applegate who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Her mom had it twice, so she knows the drill. She’s gonna be just fine. Applesauce, if you’re reading this: Keep on truckin’, kid. Just get a new playlist next time I see ya.

In recent news, had an outing with a very dear friend and our exchange of energy was much needed and so welcome…like a great cup of coffee on a brisk autumn day. Really enjoyed it. Although I must tell you, do not ever go to LONDEL’S in Harlem. Yeeps.

Okay, kids…nothin’ but love for ya. Keep on keepin’ on and keep on trying to be loving and caring…it’s gonna be a-okay.