Deval Patrick Foobar

Why is it that Massachusetts cannot find a governor who actually wants to be governor?



The problem goes way back. Michael Dukakis, at least, was a competent administrator when he ran for prez. William Weld apparently pined for a senate seat soon afte rhe won his second term as gov. Then, suffered the ignomy of being soundly beaten by John "Live Shot" Kerry.



Later Weld openly pined to become ambassador south of the border. Clinton nominated him, he quit his day gig, and conservative Republicans shot him down. And Mitt Romney, well, we all know Mitt never had his heart--let alone his over-gelled noggin-- in the state house.



Now Deval Patrick, who's already pissed away the first months of his term, goes AWOL during the biggest vote of his career. Even those who shed no tears for the lack of casinos in Massachusetts wondered what the guy was thinking. Worse yet, he was in New York flogging his memoirs for publishers when he could have been working to pass what he called as the solution to the state's fiscal woes.



So far, Patrick, who delivered one of the best inaugural speeches ever, has a legacy that includes Cadillacs,-as-official-vehicles; designer drapes, and a dead-as-a-doornail casino bill.



But wait a few years, and there will also be an autobiography which is supposed to hit the shelves the last year of his administration.



Nice work.

Rock snot

Rock snot?

Here's a problem I never knew we had. Or could have.

No class

Not to condone steroids-use or churlishness or overall unpleasantness, but it's nothing short of unseemly that the San Francisco Giants are trying to erase all signs of Barry Bonds from their ball park.

Did they return or burn any of gazillions they earned off of his home-run record chase?

Didn' t think so.

If anyone's a bigger ass than Bonds, it's Bud Selig's MLB.

So why is it

that it's impossible for me to remember a name or business affiliation or phone number, but when a vapid 70's pop song (Fill Me Up Buttercup) plays every word comes unsummoned?

Tin ears

If you have any show biz friends or acquaintances, you know the scenario: They hijack the dinner/cocktail party/any occasion to perform. Whether or not anyone asks.

At a family funeral a few years back, a woman (a wannabe Broadway playah) got up and sang. Badly.

This NYT story on the insidiousness that is a capella nails this show-folks problem.

Money quote:

"Taken to an extreme, dislike and mistrust of a cappella has even led to violence: a 2007 fight outside a New Year’s Eve party in San Francisco — instigated, allegedly, by an impromptu performance of the national anthem by the Baker’s Dozen, a men’s a cappella group from Yale — sent several members to the hospital."

Huzzah to the anti a capella vigilantes.

Dawnless Orlando?

Tony Orlando is gonna be playing at the Lowell Memorial Auditorium.

No word on Dawn.

No shame

When you think of shameless governors ( or ex-governors or soon-to-be-ex-governors) in the northeast, your mind probably leaps to Elliot Spitzer. But your mind might be wrong.

See here: Mitt Romney, never one to take a hint, is throwing his hat into the ring as John McCain's running mate. VP Nod would be 'honor', according to The Boston Herald.