Wednesday, September 3, 2008

If They Call This A Disease, I'm Going To Ralph.

From CNN (Natch):

(LifeWire) -- Stacy Pearson keeps buying food she knows she'll never eat -- from tomato soup to green beans to ramen noodles -- merely because it's on sale. Why? (I don't know...she's demented?  Can we go with that?) Blame her mother (Ooooh, this could be fun.).

Her mom, Pearson explains, has always been one to stockpile, to the point that she's "set for a nuclear holocaust." And, Pearson adds, "I'm headed the same way." (Here's an idea.  DON'T BUY IT!  You see, we are rational, sentient beings with opposable thumbs and the wherewithal to make logical decisions as things happen.  Next time you get a yen to buy the $.99 can of beans, take one of those thumbs and stick it up your ass.  Rinse and repeat.  That'll do ya.)

Pearson, 31, insists on bringing home restaurant leftovers to "rot appropriately" in her refrigerator and phones friends during storms to find out how hard it's raining at their house -- just like mom. (You're not turning into your mother, you're turning into a 98 year-old.  Slight difference.  Are you keeping an eye on the neighbors' comings-and-goings as well, Doris?)

"I made a vow around the age of 16 to never be like her," (Worked so far.) says Pearson, a Phoenix publicist and mother of a 5-year-old daughter. "It's interesting -- the habits I thought I'd never want, I picked up." (It's a choice, it's a choice, it's a choice, IT'S A DAILY CHOICE!) Are you just like your mom? (No.  My 85-volume treatise on this will be arriving in stores this October.  It's called 'How To Avoid Becoming 'Looney-Tunes'.  Chapter 1 entitled "Your Dad's At The Tavern Again.")

Chalk it up to a potent and mysterious mix of nature and nurture, but many women -- particularly once they're raising their own children -- arrive at the astounding realization that they've become their mothers after all. (Oh!  This isn't gender-specific.  I know guys that have become their mother.)

Sandra Reishus, a Sacramento, California, therapist and author of "Oh No! I've Become My Mother," says it's not surprising that some daughters come to emulate their mothers even after living in fear of that outcome.

"It's inevitable, because our brains were forming when we were around her," says Reishus, who has been in practice for 16 years. "She was our window into the world." 

"I see it all the time," she adds. "Even if a daughter takes after her dad, there's still a bit of her mom in her." 

That's not always a positive thing. Linda Hutchinson has sought counseling to mitigate the bad habits -- namely, cynicism and a quick temper -- that her estranged mother has, and that she says she inherited. (Working closer to that whole 'disease' thing.)

"I'm on constant watch," says the 56-year-old writer from Lockbourne, Ohio. "If something happens to make me really angry, I have to take a deep breath to prevent myself from lashing out, which is something she never did."

Not everyone, of course, is so pained by the traits that have been passed down. (Ever closer) Other women find it humorous -- comforting, even -- to find themselves taking after their mothers. And sometimes, moms do, too.

Growing up, Lauren Leetun, 27, couldn't stand the way her mother would liberally use bleach during housecleaning. (Oh cripes, that seems to be a bit of a stretch.) Not only did the bleach make the house smell like a swimming pool, it turned the soles of Leetun's navy blue socks pink, an unforgivable fashion disaster. (I love that story.  I tell it at parties all the time.) But now that she's older, Leetun says she finds the smell of the cleaning agent strangely soothing. (In five years, Lauren will be a three session a weeker.  Start saving up now.  Shrinks be all expensive and shit.)

"I've always been uber-organized, and she's the same way," Leetun says of her mother. "I always liked that trait in myself."

Leetun's mom, Tracy Furey, says she isn't surprised.

"Lauren was always a perfectionist. She used to clean out closets when she had nothing to do," says Furey, 52, who lives 15 minutes away from her newlywed daughter in Longwood, Florida. "It's really cool to see your children come full circle." (Mom wins!)

A similar dynamic has developed between Lindsey Pollak, 33, and her mother, Jane, 60. As a teenager, Lindsey was greatly embarrassed by her mother's fascination with motivational speakers and self-help books. So imagine her surprise at choosing a career as -- yep -- a motivational speaker, one whose own shelves are crammed with self-help tomes. (Oh Holy Crap!  She's a Gen-Y expert.)

Lindsey and Jane now are both sought-after speakers and authors on career topics. "We still have our issues," says Lindsey, who lives in New York City, "but we share this unique connection, an additional special bond between us that is rare." 

Jane, of Norwalk, Connecticut, says she always knew her daughter shared her penchant for being meticulous to the point of being hard on herself, but she didn't necessarily predict how similar Lindsey would turn out.

"I didn't try to make her anything," Jane Pollak says, "just the best she could be." (Aaaaahhh)

But what if you don't want to be just like mom? Jason Greenberg, a psychologist in New York City who counsels many women with mother-daughter issues, suggests these steps to behave more consciously and not accept family influences as inevitable:

• Be aware of feedback. If your spouse or children are telling you your ways of relating aren't working, listen. It's difficult to judge your own behavior objectively. (Or not that difficult, really.  It's called being honest with yourself.  And that includes the bad things, people.)

• Identify what's not working. Create a mental or written list of traits your family and you don't want to see repeated through generations. (Again.  Coming out this October to a store near you.  It's 8 million pages long with 500,000 pages covering one sentence.  "Christo...will you rub my leg?")

• Stop and breathe. When you find yourself in stressful situations -- which make it harder to "catch" your behavior -- don't do anything at first. (Um...shouldn't you do that anyway?  It's called 'not being a raging loon' and usually doesn't have anything to do with mommy-daughter issues.  Of course, I refuse to use the word 'alloted' to this day.  I have my reasons.)  "Those are going to be the moments when you're most likely to repeat a behavior that's not constructive," Greenberg says, "or something that's just like your mother." (Personally, I don't think Jason likes his mother.  Maybe that's why he's chosen such a specialty.  See.  Generalizations.  It's easy.  But I didn't ralph.  So that's a good thing.  Tryin' to see the bright side of things.  "Today, I didn't puke out of disgust.")

Friday, August 29, 2008

Glenn Beck: Fuckstick of the Week


We here at the SNC will be doing a new feature every Friday. It's called "Fuckstick of the Week".
The inaugural winner is somehow famous/has a show on CNN despite no one ever hearing of him/gas bag Glenn Beck:

Editor's note: Glenn Beck is on CNN Headline News nightly at 7 and 9 ET and also hosts a conservative national radio talk show.
Glenn Beck has been watching the convention from home and doesn't believe everything he's hearing.

NEW YORK (CNN) -- Here at the Glenn Beck program, the budget isn't exactly that impressive. We're not the federal government, with a limitless American Express card that we never have to pay off. (Oh, take that, Congressional Budget Office!)
So, instead of traveling to Denver, Colorado, and reporting on the Democratic National Convention in a fancy suit like a real show, I get to watch the speeches at my house in my boxers. (Or a ball gag)Sorry for that image. Here are my impressions of some of the noteworthy quotes from the convention so far, which I observed from a safe distance.
Nancy Pelosi: "I am very proud of the Democrats in Congress."
Never mind that no Congress in the past 20 years has passed fewer public laws than this one, according to the Wall Street Journal. How could they? (I thought government was a bad thing. Lesser laws would be good, right?)
They are spending one quarter of their work week debating and passing symbolic measures such as creating National Watermelon Month. (Yeah, first Congress to ever do shit like this)The Journal says no Congress in the past two decades has proposed more symbolic resolutions than this one -- 1,900, for those of you keeping score at home.
Pelosi went on to mention 10 specific accomplishments, which worked out to 0.9 accomplishments per percentage point of congressional approval rating. Ten accomplishments, 9% approval.
Nancy Pelosi: "On the most important policy decision of our time, the war in Iraq, Barack Obama is right and John McCain is wrong -- very, very wrong."
By her definition, do you know who else was very, very wrong? The Democratic vice presidential nominee, Sen. Joe Biden. And the last vice president they nominated, John Edwards. And the guy he ran with, John Kerry. And your headline speaker Tuesday night, Hillary Clinton, among many, many others. (Hypebole at a party convention?! Well, I never...)
Michelle Obama: "That's why I left a job at a law firm for a career in public service, working to empower young people to volunteer in their communities."Michelle Obama's chosen career path led her to make $275,000 per year at a private hospital. Is that really a "public service" job? (Yes. It's a hospital.)
It seems to me that a Republican wouldn't be able to get away with such a generous assessment of their résumé. (The current asshole occupying the Oval Office and his evil henchman, Cheney leap to mind) They would surely be harassed for making a six-figure salary inside the evil health care industry, while millions suffer without insurance. (Yep. And rightfully so..)
But hey, there's nothing wrong with making money, at least to me. And remember, she didn't say she was volunteering. She said she was "working to empower young people to volunteer," which is totally different. (Glenn has a BIG problem with women, a la Rush, his hero in douchbaggery)
Michelle Obama: Barack Obama will achieve his goals "the same way he always has -- by bringing us together and reminding us how much we share and how alike we really are."
How will he do it? He'll talk everyone into it. Yes, that has worked with his nomination, but can he "remind" me into wanting the government to pay for universal everything? (Glenn has never actually listened to anything Obama has said. Ever.)
I don't think so. I must not be hoping hard enough for change.
Michelle Obama: If her husband wins, her children can tell their kids someday that they "decided to stop doubting and to start dreaming."
Sometimes doubting is good. For example, it's good to doubt that other countries' failing policies, such as universal health care, will suddenly work here. (This is Glenn and the Right Wing's use of the Mariotti Thoery where if you just keep saying it it must be true. Universal health care works in every western European country and Canada. You know those countries whose currency is currently turning the dollar into a Mr. Mouth game piece?)
Hillary Clinton: "John McCain doesn't think that 47 million people without health insurance is a crisis."
She must have missed the update that this number dropped by over a million. (Oh, problem solved.)While it's still too high, I doubt she would have missed the news if it had risen.
She also missed, according to the U.S. Census Bureau, that 37 percent of the uninsured live in households making more than $50,000 a year, most of which can afford health insurance. (What's the color of the sky in Glenn's world?)
Twenty percent aren't even citizens of this country. (This is simply and utterly bull shit. It's bull shit. It's a trumped up, out of thin air number that the Insurance industry conjured up.This is nowhere near the actual number. Not...even..close..Again, Mariotti Theory) One in three are eligible for government insurance, but aren't enrolled. So, while our health care is far from perfect, it's much better than Hillary wants you to believe. (Is Hillary the nominee? Did I miss something? Again. Glenn has some issues with the women)
Hillary Clinton: "I will always remember the boy who told me his mom worked for the minimum wage and that her employer had cut her hours."
So, how will raising the minimum wage get that mom more hours? If the business owner found her employment too expensive at the lower wage, won't they be cutting her hours even more now? (Fuck lets pay 'em nuthin'. That would work too.)
By the way, since the minimum wage increase, teenage unemployment is at a 15-year high. I'm sure there's no relation whatsoever. (It's called X-Box)
Joe Biden: "Even today, as oil companies post the biggest profits in history ... John wants to give them another $4 billion in tax breaks."
Here is the justification behind this talking point:
1.) John McCain wants to cut corporate income taxes for all companies.
2.) Oil companies are companies.
That's it.
Democrats believe that you think oil companies are mean, so they single them out, hoping you think McCain has cut a special deal just for them. He hasn't. (But has continually voted against alternative fuels and carbon emission reduction...I'm sure the oil companies didn't have a say in that battle)
I guess it's really hard to drum up anger against your opponent when you say, "John McCain wants to cut taxes for companies that make delicious ice cream sundaes, feed the puppies of toddlers and fix veterans' wheelchairs," but that's just as truthful as what Biden said. (huh?)
Tonight, it's Barack Obama, at a football stadium, in front of what Reuters says looks like a Greek temple. Next week, we'll get to watch the Republicans' attempt at choreographed pageantry.
Am I the only one who can't wait for November fifth? (Is that the day you're canceled?)
The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of the writer.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

There Certainly Will Be Some Car Doors Slamming In The Streets Of Kensington Tonight!

Sun-Times columinst Jay Mariotti resigns

By Jim Kirk | Tribune staff reporter
9:39 PM CDT, August 26, 2008

Jay Mariotti, the opinionated and polarizing sports columnist (and smart, thoughtful and assholish, except leave out the smart and thoughtful parts) for the Chicago Sun-Times, told the Chicago Tribune he resigned on Tuesday after 17 years with the paper.

Just back from Beijing where he wrote about the Summer Olympics, Mariotti said in a phone interview Tuesday night that he decided to quit after it became clear while in China (uh huh, I'm sure it was a spiritual moment for him) that sports journalism had become "entirely a Web site business. There were not many newspapers there.'' He added that most of the journalists covering the Games were "there writing for Web sites.'' (This is such BULLSHIT!  Every fuckin' newspaper in the country was there.  Jay, you lost the battle that's been brewing at the paper for the last year.  You called out your fellow sportswriters by name for being shills and hacks and found that you no longer had anyone in your corner.  Spin how you want.  Everybody knows the poop.)

Mariotti, whose public battles with fellow staffers, team owners, and rival columnists are legendary, didn't disclose any specific plans except to say he will continue doing his regular stint on ESPN's "Around the Horn.'' (Something to truly hang your hat on.  I see a Woody Paige and Jay Mariotti circus act coming to a town near you.)

He said that he "is talking with a lot of Web sites'' and added that the future of his business "sadly is not in newspapers.'' (He's spent a great portion of his column and in interviews railing against the influence of the web and blogs, talking about loss of  integrity in the field of sports journalism.  Hey, let's join 'em!)  Mariotti said that he sent a resignation letter to Cyrus Freidheim, Sun-Times Media Group Chief Executive and Sun-Times Publisher. When asked via email by the Tribune whether Mariotti had resigned, Sun-Times Editor Michael Cooke responded, "You're kidding?''

Cooke didn't reply to further requests for comment.

"They accepted it,'' Mariotti said of his resignation. "It was my call entirely.'' (I smell something fishy goin' on.  I think there's going to be more to the story and I bet it involves a threatened mutiny headed by Telander.)

In a city with a strong sports journalism tradition, Mariotti is thought of as one of its premier columnists. With a style that relied on being contrarian no matter the topic, readers turned to him as much to disagree with what he had to say than agree. He added to his reputation with the scrapes he got in with the subjects he covered.  (He did have a pretty consistent string on being wrong and spiteful.)

The highly-paid Mariotti quits after just signing a three-year contract extension in June. At that time, Cooke said that Mariotti was a "focal point'' of the Sun-Times sports section, praising his "pull no punches'' approach.  (He's like sports fans from Philadelphia.  "Look at me!  I'm rude!")

Commenting on his 17 years at the paper, Mariotti said he loved every minute of it. But he said that with the troubled times newspapers face, it was time to consider a new future. (Did these troubles just come to the newspaper field in the last three months?  Seems like the ink's barely dry on that three-year contract he signed in June.)

"I'm a competitor and I get the sense this marketplace doesn't compete,'' he said. "Everyone is hanging on for dear life at both papers. I think probably the days of high stakes competition in Chicago are over. (These next two weeks are going to be AWESOME!  All the sordid shit on Mariotti is going to come out.  Boy, all the real dipshits in Chicago sports talk are droppin' like flies lately.  )

"To see what's happened in this business...I don't want to go down with it.'' (Keep pushin' that line, Jay.  Keep pushin' it.  It's what assholes say when they've backed themselves into a corner and have no more cards to play.  Just go to Foxsports.com and, after a couple years, fade into oblivion.)

For Jay's interview with John Calloway on June 16 of this year, click here.  Watch him push this shit and watch how disingenuous it all is.  Best of all, watch how much he defends the newspaper business, in particular the Sun-Times, in the first five minutes!!!!!

Mary, Mary, where ya' goin' to?

Showing world why she makes him better
August 26, 2008

BY MARY MITCHELL Sun-Times Columnist

KANSAS CITY -- She has his back. That's the one thing voters should be clear about after Michelle Obama's big night at the (P.T. Barnum's) Democratic convention.

Four years ago, when little-known Barack Obama burst onto the national political scene, Michelle was at his side. (right where a woman's s'posed tuh be, dadgummit...)

She was there to give him the support only a loving wife can give and to provide the comfort that needs no words. (...except for a 30-minute speech)
But on Monday night, Michelle Obama showed the nation that she was also a woman who could make the sacrifices that are often required of a first lady. (Sacrifice?!? What the fuck is she talking about? Sacrificing what? Her nervousness of speaking in front of people?!?)

She took the podium at the Democratic convention (and pony show) alone to speak up for the man she knows better than anyone else.
Given the closeness of this couple, Michelle would have wanted him there in Denver for her speech. (sounds a bit "clingy" for your hero, there, Mary)

She and Barack are a team, a dynamic duo, if you will, (I won't) that is poised to make history.
After all, a woman who has the spunk (read: nag) to tell her husband if he wants to run for president of the U.S., he'll have to stop smoking (and finish everything on his plate), and a woman who makes sure despite the hoopla of a presidential campaign, she and her husband show up for her daughter's soccer games, clearly values family ties. (Clearly. That, or it makes for one hell of a great photo opp)

Still, she went out there, and as Obama has said about his wife in the past, she handled (did what she was told) her business at the convention.

"I've come here tonight as a sister, blessed with a brother (ick..) who is my mentor, my protector and my lifelong friend," Michelle Obama said (whilst washing his feet)
"I come here as a wife who loves my husband and believes he will be an extraordinary president. (I'm sold!) I come here as a mom whose girls are the heart of my heart (Isn't that a Quarterflash song?) and the center of my world," she said.

Unfortunately, because strong women like Michelle have been stereotyped as too this or too that, (...that's some solid writing, there. Thanks for the specifics backing up your point.) she has been the target of attacks that usually are reserved for the presidential candidate.

Most Americans have never seen a black woman like Michelle on this stage before. (uh, hello! Ever hear of Janet Jackson and a little thing called the "Rhythm Nation Tour"? Helloooo?)

They've seen Oprah and Tyra, but Michelle is not an entertainer or talk show host. (Whoa! Baaaack up! What?!? Dumb it down a shade, Doc?)
She's an African-American woman who has managed to live the American dream because she has been willing to work for it.

Frankly, the same people who heap high praise on U.S. Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice and criticize blacks for failing to honor her to the degree that they think she ought to be honored, are the same people who are quick to criticize Michelle Obama's every move. (yeah, you call them "sellouts")

Indeed, if Michelle was as "mean" as her critics make her out to be, Barack Obama would have been in Denver watching her speech from behind a curtain, if need be, rather than with strangers in a private home. (wh-wh-whbbWAHAH?! What in holy shit does that prove?!)

Like her husband, Michelle Obama has made a commitment to lead (by playing second fiddle)

It would have been a lot easier to sit back and let someone else take the heat. It would have been a lot easier for her to raise her daughters in the comfort of the home (mansion) she and Barack have provided for them.

(Now, let's count the number of times Mary makes it seem like the Obama's live in Mayberry and not in Kenwood....)

It would have been a lot easier to continue with a lifestyle where she could show up at the neighbor's house with her favorite potluck. (1)

It would have been easier to maintain a lifestyle where getting out of the house for the day didn't require makeup (2), a hairstylist (3) and a Secret Service detail. (4)

(mmmm-MMM! Ozzie and Harriet, indeed)

On Monday night she gave America a glimpse of her own journey, with the hope that many Americans will see a little of themselves.

"Barack and I were raised with so many of the same values that you work hard for what you want in life, that your word is your bond and you do what you say you are going to do, that you treat people with dignity and respect even if you don't know them and even if you don't agree with them," she said. (stop saying 'you')

Needless to say, today Michelle Obama will be judged by some by the words she spoke. (Quit looking at me, Mary) Others will judge her by the way she looked. (Quit looking at yourself, Mary)

It doesn't really matter.

She's already passed the most important test. (she spoke at a fever-pitched pro-Democrat rally. Indeed, her work is done.)

Monday, August 25, 2008

I Hate Him I Hate Him I Hate Him


"Dating Coach/Bullshit Slinger/Huckster" David Wygant has a new piece up at his website.


Single Mommies
Let’s talk about single mothers. (Let's!)
I was with the guys today (“the guys” are Rey and Rich – Rey the assistant and Rich the intern.) (These are guys we're talking about?) We went to Whole Foods today, (fuck off)and I started flirting with this single mom in line while we were checking out. (You knew she was single how? Brand on forehead? Because Lord knows alot of husbands/fathers don't stay home when their wife goes grocery shopping.) She was very pretty, very sexy, and very nice – and attached to a five-year-old. The five-year-old was great – really cute and amusing, but he needed ALL of his mother’s attention. When we left the market, one of the guys said, “oh wow, that mom was really attracted to you! Why didn’t you ask her out?” (This so didn't happen except in David's mind--what guy talks like that?)
I responded, “well, there really wasn’t the time – her kid was pulling on her arm!” It was really hard to talk to her, and you also have to respect the fact that she is with her child. (Was this before or after the flirting?)But she was definitely vibing me (vibing you?)and I probably would have asked her out if I would have had the opportunity – when her little boy wasn’t pulling on her. (Kind of a long and TO THE POINT explanation. Again, this didn't happen. David is making this up)
I also don’t particularly want to ask her out if she’s not a single mom! I wouldn’t want her kid to go home and say, “daddy, daddy, guess what happened today? Mommy got asked out by this guy in Whole Foods!” (Ya think?)
So I’ve got some advice for all of you single mothers out there: if you are out with your kids and a guy starts talking to you, he is exactly what you want because he already knows that you have children! (A guy hitting on you at the grocery store. Shoot for the stars, ladies. Remember, this guy gets paid to do this.)
So many single mothers have this issue about dating – “how am I going to date? How will I meet someone? Nobody wants me when I have a kid!” But it’s not true! (Yes it is)
If we are flirting with you and we see that you have a kid attached to your arm, we don’t care! (And we're horny--and it's pretty obvious you put out)We don’t care if you are a mom; we want to date you – plain and simple. (or fuck you. Or both. Hey. Win/win)
If you’re a single mom and you’re out with your kids, you have to lie down some clues and hints for the guy you’re flirting with. You have to stop for a second. Obviously, don’t kick the kid out into the street – “hey, mommy will be right back!” – nothing that blunt, but maybe say something like, “yeah, he’s just lacking male attention,” (Ewww..) or “he just gets jealous when his mom talks to another man” – something funny. (That was a joke?)
This will let the guy know that you want to be asked out. We’ll ask you out very quickly once we know that you’re open to it, but you need to say something that permits us to do it. (
We totally understand that you are a mom, we understand that you’re hanging out with your kid; but we don’t want to ask you out if we’re not sure that you are single. (Yeah, slime balls at the grocery store have some scruples)
We don’t want the kid going home and being scarred for life after seeing his mom getting hit on at Whole Foods. ( 5 year olds really know alot about flirting)You never know what could happen – he could end up with pure approach anxiety or turn out to be some seducing ladies man after watching his mom get hit on all of the time. (Smacks hand into forehead)
Lay down some clues for us! Clues are always good. We need them once in a while. And do you know what? If I ever see you without your kid, I will definitely ask you out. But the next time I see you with your kid, give me a clue! (Is he getting paid by the word? You JUST SAID THIS!)
I’m gutsy, and I’ll ask out everybody – but I’m also very respectful of a lot of things. (Obviously)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

And Then There's Maudie



Maudie White Hopkins 1914 ~ 2008
Teenage bride of Confederate soldier
She wed four times, but it was her marriage to 'Mr. Cantrell,' a Civil War veteran, that drew publicity
(It's like Elizabeth Tailor with a dark past...)
By Peggy Harris Associated Press
August 20, 2008

LITTLE ROCK, Ark. — Maudie White Hopkins, who grew up during the Depression in the hardscrabble Ozarks (Come on, Scrabble's hard for just about anybody) and married a Confederate army veteran 67 years her senior, has died. She was 93 (Crap, she kicked before Willard Scott had a chance to throw her face up on a jam jar and make lude, inappropriate comments).
Ms. Hopkins, the mother of three children from a second marriage who loved to make fried peach pies and applesauce cakes (you don't say?! Fried peach pies and applesauce cakes direct from the hardscrablle Ozarks? Well shut MY MOUTH?!), died Sunday at a hospital in Helena-West Helena, said Rodger Hooker of the Roller-Citizens Funeral Home (The Roller-Citizens aren't the toughest team in the Undead Roller Dearby League...but they're pretty stiff competition! Buhdum bum!) .
Other Confederate widows are still living, but they don't want any publicity, Martha Boltz of the United Daughters of the Confederacy said Tuesday (They just want the 'darkies locked up and the south returned to its former glory') . Ms. Hopkins, born Maudie Acklin, grew up in a family of 10 children, did laundry and cleaned house for William Cantrell, a widower and Confederate veteran in Baxter County.

When he offered to leave his land and home to her if she would marry him and care for him in his later years, she said yes. She was 19; he was 86 ("In his LATER years?!! He was 87!! Just how OLD did he plan on getting?!!).
"After Mr. Cantrell died I took a little old mule he had (where you going with this Maudie...) and plowed me a vegetable garden and had plenty of vegetables to eat (whew...). It was hard times; you had to work to eat," she said in 2004. Ms. Hopkins later married Winfred White and started a family. In all, she was married four times (read, 'WHORE').
For decades, she didn't speak about her marriage to Cantrell, fearing people would think less of her (not possible). Four years ago, she came around after a Confederate widow in Alabama died amid claims she was the last widow from that war." I didn't do anything wrong," Ms. Hopkins said in 2004. "I've worked hard my whole life and did what I had to, what I could, to survive ("As God is my witness, I'll not be hungry again!"). I didn't want to talk about it for a while because I didn't want people to gossip about it. I didn't want people to make it out to be worse than it was."
Military records show Cantrell served in Company A, French's Battalion, of the Virginia Infantry. He enlisted in the Confederate army at age 16 in Pikeville, Ky., and was captured the same year and sent to a prison camp in Ohio. He was exchanged for a Union prisoner, and after the war moved to Arkansas to live with relatives. In a 2004 interview, Ms. Hopkins referred to her first husband as "Mr. Cantrell" and described him as "a good, clean, respectable man." (Well, mainly clean. After all, she was the one sponging the bedsores off his undercarriage at age 19...)
She recalled one description he gave of life as a Civil War soldier, how lice infested his sock supports and "ate a trail around his legs." (Wouldn't you like to hear Ken Burns narrate THAT story in his next Civil War documentary..."Dearest Maudie, The boys and I were much uplifted by the tin of fried peach pies and applesauce cakes. Spirits have been low and food even scarcer...the lice have taken to eating rings around my sock supports, and I fear my ankles look extra bulky...)" Baxter County records show they were married in January 1934 by a justice of the peace.
She said Cantrell supported her with his Confederate pension of "$25 every two or three months" (whoa, jackpot...Anna Nichole Smith eat your heart out!) and left her his home when he died in 1937.The pension benefits ended at Cantrell's death, according to records filed with the state Pension Board.

Somalians Are Having The Same Problem, I'm Sure.

Chicago area's first Sonic Drive-In finally opens Tuesday

Would-be patrons' fruitless attempts to pry food and drink from wary workers in training will come to an end Tuesday when the Chicago area's newest fast-food joint finally opens

By Christopher Borrelli | Chicago Tribune reporter

The heart wants what it wants (I want a pony!), and sometimes it wants Chili Cheese Tots and Cherry Limeade, and sometimes the heart is dashed on the concrete dividers of a strip mall parking lot (Oh, this is going to be good.  Got that itch.  I can feel it.).

The other day, three very large men (Awesome.  I think I'm gonna like this Mr. Borelli.) in a very small car rolled up behind the Sonic Drive-In in Aurora. The smell of tar was pungent. In nearby fields little yellow flags from new developments flapped in the wind. The largest of the men, in the passenger seat, with a stomach so vast and gelatinous it rested on the dashboard as if taking a lunch break (Bhahaha!!!), rolled down his window. His right arm hung over the window lip like a dead goose. "You people open yet?" (That's about right.) he asked. Sonic general manager Ray Mejia shook his head. "Tuesday," he said. The man slapped his palm hard against the metal of the car door. "The 19th," Mejia said.

It has been like this for weeks, since Sonic, the first in the Chicago area, Sonic No. 3,456 in the 55-year-old Oklahoma-based carhop chain, began showing signs of life—since its teenage trainees began learning how to roller-skate in the parking lot (How long until some gang of teenagers finds it amusing to blard into these guys just for shits and giggles?  I'll give it a week.) while balancing trays of milkshakes and the pavement was power washed and the new employees began eating lunch on the patio overlooking Kirk Road and strolling out back for smoke breaks or sneaking over to Starbucks (Snuck in a Starbucks reference.  I think I'm being baited.  Cheeky devil.). It opens tomorrow. For weeks, however, the line of cars has not stopped at 2974 Kirk Rd., the potential customers not ceased; they slow, beg for food, ask when, what day, what time—now? "This is craziness," Mejia said, and turned to meet the SUV that replaced the car of large men. "The 19th," he said. (What is this?  Iowa?)

Next car.

"The 19th," he said.

And sighed. "If we didn't have these barricades we wouldn't get anything done," he said, waving over to the dark green Dumpsters blocking the entrances. See, with trial comes innovation. When training began, the cars on Kirk and Butterfield Roads were turning off, assuming Sonic was open; so the employees placed orange cones in the entrances. Brad Zithey, wearing his new black Sonic shirt, put his hands on his hips and recalled the Battle of the Parking Lot as if it were 'Nam: "Man, they just drove over those cones, just straight over those cones, like they weren't there, like they didn't care." So the staff shifted to Dumpsters. (Anybody else think this is getting too awesome for words?  "They're hicks, Rita.")

But people on motorcycles steered around them. Sometimes people climbed from their cars, rolled the Dumpsters to one side, then drove in, only to be told, "Sorry, open the 19th." 

It's here we should tell you, if you're not aware of Sonic, if you've only seen the commercials, if you swear off cheap burgers or eat them every day: Sonic is simply a fast-food restaurant, nothing more—not a fast-food restaurant in the shape of the Virgin Mary, not the spring of eternal youth, not a philosophy or a mega church. (Well.  I couldn't say it better than that.  I don't think anyone could.  Mr. Boretti, you are officially invited over for dinner at my house anytime.)

They sell fries.

Online, however, there are MySpace pages that pledge allegiance to Sonic; on Facebook, there is a page (with 236 members) dedicated to welcoming Sonic to Chicago. "What's interesting here is that Sonic has managed to create this intense demand by withholding their product," said Suresh Ramanathan, an associate professor of marketing at the University of Chicago's business school. "They've been advertising on a national scale for years—in Chicago for years without being here—and it created a plaintive cry: 'Why can't we have Sonic?' Unlike Apple or Harley-Davidson, which have cults, these guys are building one by not being available nationwide. Clever." (Cripes!  What would happen if someone withheld toilets...or showers?  Wait, I don't think that would matter.)

In truth, said Drew Ritger, Sonic's senior vice president of development, they are in 37 states, including elsewhere in Illinois; they plan to open a few more locations near Chicago within the next year, and as many as 40 more near Chicago within the next six years. He said the reason for the fanatical reaction to Sonic stems partly "from a nostalgia." Every corner of the country has a beloved fast-food chain: California has more than most, but In-N-Out Burger (which ran away with the Tribune poll accompanying this article.  3700 votes total for 'What's your favorite fast-food burger?') and Fatburger (set to arrive here next month) have slavish followings. In New England, Dunkin' Donuts is religion. (along with racist Red Sox fans.)

But nostalgia for a place where you've never eaten? "I think all this buildup is because it's not McDonald's," said Andrew Soep of Highland Park, who posted online about Sonic. "It's not ubiquitous. I think it's that thing where the place with the best burgers is always going to be 150 miles away." (On a side note, kinda diggin' Culver's lately.  Hey, maybe a poll!)


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In Aurora, Sonic stands at the corner of one of those vast commercial plains that resemble vast commercial strips nearly everywhere—it could be Arizona, it could be New Hampshire. Beige and brown and drab off-whites dominate (Still lovin' him.  Seriously, good food, good wine.)  A water tower is the highest structure. "The phone has been ringing for weeks about Sonic," said Sherman Jenkins, Aurora's executive director of economic development. "My niece even told me she was taking the day off when it opens." (Oh.  Em.  Gee!) John Meyer, one of the four men who runs the Aurora franchise, said they haven't spent a dime on advertising.

A minivan with three teenage girls pulled up. "I've seen the commercials, and it looks, like (Natch!), so amazing," said Carolyn Foote, 15. She and her friends cut short a trip to the zoo to see if Sonic had opened. It hadn't. But her mother parked the van and the girls walked side by side toward the restaurant. A minute later, breathless, they returned: "He said they can't give us food because it's too early but they can give us like drinks so he's like bringing them over and they gave us like this like Java Chill thing and I am so excited," (Okay, I've now upped the offer.  I'm crackin' out the good stuff, Mr. Borelli.  Get your ass to dinner.) Carolyn said. They drove away, replaced with a middle-age woman named Kris Naga wearing a gray "Titanic Swim Team" T-shirt who launched into a stream of consciousness explanation for why she was here—like Richard Dreyfuss in "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," trying to understand why he was having these visions. She jumped in place, then explained:

Her son told her to come but he gave her the wrong address and she's not clairvoyant and he's an air traffic controller and that's a hard job and she first tried Sonic when he was training in Oklahoma and she loves, loves, loves Sonic and do you know if there's a Sonic in the Twin Cities and she used to drive a bus and she can't wait for Sonic to open and she's driving a van now but unfortunately it's not big enough to push over a Dumpster. And then, abruptly, she moved off toward a Sonic employee. (I don't even know Mr. Borelli, but he's now my new best friend.  We're BFFs.  I may start stalking him.)

Laura Demchuk pulled up in a minivan.

"It's not that we're crazy for Sonic," she said as her son craned his neck to see if there was movement from the restaurant. "We're not nuts. There's just nothing around here. This Wal-Mart was a big deal. The Sonic is nice. It's great that it's here, and I can't wait, either. But now it would be nice to have a real restaurant in this part of Aurora. We need an Olive Garden." (Ladies and Gentlemen, THAT is how you close a mother fucking article!  Mr. Borelli, you are a god in my world.  And to get that past the editors of the Chicago Tribune?  You are heretofore my favoritest writer in the history of history.)