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Monday, September 17, 2007


Presidential Election
Indefinitely Postponed



XOFF NEWS. Campaign spokespeople for all the leading Democrat and Republican presidential candidates conceded this morning that the 2008 election has been put on indefinite hold, pending a verdict in the upcoming O.J. Simpson trial.

"You just can't have primaries, conventions, debates, and voter turnout without media coverage," said Ms. Othair Hsu, Acting Manager of the Clinton campaign, as reporters fled in droves from her press conference to the nearest airport. "Hey, wait! I''m not done with my announcement..."

Reportedly, similar public announcements by the other campaigns were scheduled but never conducted due to the failure of press and other media to show up.

Similar shockwaves ftom the newest OJ case are being felt all over the country. Court cases have been abruptly cancelled in all 50 states as thousands of attorneys and judges commenced immediate auditions with CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, Court TV, Entertainment Tonight, etc, as legal experts, while hundreds of others raced to Las Vegas to join the Simpson legal team.

Meanwhile, all the cable news networks announced plans to be "all OJ, all the time," from now through the end of the trial.

In related developments, The Fox News Channel has cancelled Special Report with Brit Hume, The Fox Report, and all its prime time shows in favor of a nightly five-hour broadcast called Geraldo's Really Truly Going to Get Him This Time For Sure. Fox insiders also hinted that former Fox anchor Bill O'Reilly is holding separate talks with media czar Rupert Murdoch for a brand new cable network tentatively identified as O'Reilly's OJ Channel.

The New York Times
has named veteran newsman Dominick Dunne to replace William Keller as the paper's new executive editor. Publisher Pinch Sulzberger denied the move has anything to do with the Simpson case. CBS News also discounted any relationship between the Simpson trial and its sudden decision to replace anchor Katie Couric with former prosecutor Marcia Clark. Clark was most recently employed as president of the nonprofit charitable organization Lawyers Without Underwear, which does something (or other) in Los Angeles.

In Las Vegas, where Simpson is currently being held and where a projected three-year trial is expected to take place, city officials are trying to cope with a mounting infrastructure crisis. McCarren Airport is struggling to deal with the hundreds of commercial flights that have been rerouted to the city from other destinations, and air traffic controllers are being asked to work 24-hour shifts for up to ten or a hundred days at a time. A spokesman for the mayor's office acknowledged that all the city's resources are already at breaking point. "We just don't have enough hotel rooms, highways, and electrical outlets to handle this volume of reporters and their camera and sound equipment."

Measures being considered to handle the staggering media demand for electricity include closing the city's hospitals, police and fire stations, and cutting off power to private homes. Casinos, hotels, and restaurants will, of course, remain open.

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger of California tried early today to file suit against Las Vegas, claiming the backwash of so many jets in Nevada airspace is responsible for the Golden State's latest round of wildfires, but so far the Governor has been unable to locate an attorney.

A report that can't yet be confirmed indicates that the commissioners of the NFL and Major League Baseball are flying a retired obit writer from the Manchester Union Leader to New York to ensure coverage of their planned cancellation of the remaining seasons in both sports.

In a shortwave broadcast overheard by a Serbian ham radio operator, General David Petraeus announced this morning that he is bringing all the troops  home from Iraq immediately. "There's no point in continuing," the general said. "We can't even get anyone to answer the phone at the White House. They're all watching OJ. Which is exactly what I'm going to be doing too in about 24 hours."

In a more important related note, Britney Spears was en route to her cancelled custody hearing today when no paparazzi attempted to take her photograph. She has since been hospitalized for "nervous strain and publicity withdrawal."

That's all for now. We'll try to keep you posted, but our flight is leaving for Vegas in 40 minutes, so don't hold your breath.




Saturday, September 15, 2007


Snap Judgments


ON THE BEACH. When push comes to shove, most people aren't very good at deciding anything. At InstaPunk we don't have that problem. For us, decisions are as quick and easy as snapping our fingers. You're welcome to disagree, but you're wrong. Here's a demonstration of our talent.

Beatles or Stones? Are you kidding? Show some balls. Stones.

Harley or Triumph?  We've got one of both. The Triumph still needs mechanical work and has a flat tire to boot. Triumph.

Paris or London? Don't be ridiculous. London is Philadelphia with bad teeth. Paris.

Army or Navy? Navy wins all the football games. Army wins all the wars. Army.

Hot dogs or hamburgers? Hamburgers with onions and ketchup.

Jaguar or Ferrari?  At their very very best, Jaguars are lawn ornaments. Jaguar.

Leno or Letterman? They're both overpaid socialist pricks. But we have to go with the funny one. Letterman.

Red Sox or Yankees? We really really hate the answer. Yankees.

Pavarotti or Domingo? The one without the burr in his voice. Domingo.

Ford or Chevy? An easy one. The answer is Chrysler.

Bach or Mozart? Wolfgang by a mile.

Gone With the Wind or The Godfather?  The answer is: any movie directed by John Ford.

Hillary or Bill? Warren Harding.

Sean Connery or Harrison Ford? Who cares?

Britney Spears or Paris Hilton?  The one who has finally recovered her subcutaneous womanly fat. Britney.

New England Patriots or Chicago Bears?  Need you ask? Da Bearz.

Labrador Retrievers or Golden Retrievers? Greyhounds.

Casablanca or Titanic? Stop it.

Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers? Who do you watch? Fred.

Gershwin or Ellington? Winner by a nose -- Gershwin.

Obama or Hillary? With a gun to our head, the one who's more of a man in a pinch. Hillary.

Prince Andrew or Prince Harry? Hell. The one who isn't going bald yet. Harry? Yeah, that sounds right.

Romney or Giuliani? The wop who put all the other wops away for life. Isn't he also the toughest sonofabitch since Tony Soprano? Giuliani. That's right. Bada Bing.

Sharia or the American Constitution? I wouldn't know what to do with an amputated clitoris. How about you? I guess I'll stick with the Constitution.

Rock or Rap? Rock is dead, and Rap is an acting out of death. Rock still sounds more alive, so I'll go with that. Is Slash around here somewhere?



I thought he was. See how it all works out when you're decisive?




Friday, September 14, 2007


A Timely Rerun


THE LIBERAL MIND. Yeah, we ran this before, a long time ago, but the funny thing about good stuff is that it remains topical and relevant. Be patient and watch the whole thing, bearing in mind all that's happened in the last week, including General Petraeus, Moveon.org, and the non-responses of Hillary, Ubama, and Edwards.

Predictable isn't the right word. The right word rhymes with nausea, unless it's a homophone instead.




Tuesday, September 11, 2007


Stop Crying,
Start Building.



YET ANOTHER YEAR OF NOTHING. I just can't stand any more of the soppy, saccharine memorial services. If construction workers had been allowed to do their thing only during the moments of silence we keep observing, we'd still have a new World Trade Center at Ground Zero. But what do we have? A gigantic empty lot. It's an abomination and a national shame. It makes my skin crawl.

Rebuild the towers. Exactly the way they were, but stronger. Forget the pussy-ass, fake-me-out design that tells the world we're too scared to build real skyscrapers anymore. Don't give those Islamic neanderthals the satisfaction. Exactly the way they were. That's the best way to remember 9/11. Five years is long enough to mourn. Kill the enemy, execute the traitors, and take no prisoners. That's what the best of our dead forefathers would tell us to do. So let's do it.




Monday, September 10, 2007


Jersey Fun

A sea of scarlet at the Rutgers-Navy game in New Brunswick Friday night.

TURNABOUT. Last year I wrote about attending a Penn-Harvard game at Franklin Field in Philadelphia. I didn't tell you that Mrs. CP's experience of college football was limited to just two games involving the same schools at the same stadium. So she was entirely unprepared for the experience of Friday night when she saw her first-ever Big-Time college football game.

Some surprises awaited me, too, though I had once sat on the fifty yard line at Michigan's infamous Big House to watch the Wolverines go at it with the Missouri Tigers. My hosts were a Michigan grad student and her Brit husband, a friend of mine who had frequently ridiculed American football players for all the padding they wore. In fact, that's why I had coerced them into going to the game. We sat right behind the Michigan bench, just above field level, and the din of the line play -- giants colliding and grunting like angry bulls -- made it impossible to talk except between plays. As it happened, the first plays we saw were right at the fifty yard line, and after about three of these, my Brit friend turned to me and said, "I will never make fun of American football again." I smiled a superior American smile, of course, and congratulated myself on the fact that I'd deliberately avoided introducing him to football at the Ivy League university where he was enrolled. It's just not the same thing.

Ironically, that's part of what made the Rutgers experience so astounding. Until just a few years ago, Rutgers was a fixture on the non-conference schedules of multiple Ivy teams, scheduled (hopefully) to lose gracefully in tune-up games the same way Appalachian State was supposed to lose to Michigan last week. A sorry role indeed for the team which had played -- and won -- the first college football game in history, against nearby Princeton, thus creating the oldest and most one-sided rivalry in college football. There was a time, sadly, when the Tigers beat the Scarlet Knights 69 times in a row, and Princeton continued using Rutgers as a doormat even into the era when New Jersey's state university was at least three times the size of its snooty neighbor. That's a proof of just how little Rutgers cared about the game it had helped bring into being. One more: Mrs. CP is a Rutgers alum and a huge football fan, but as a student, it never even occurred to her to see a Rutgers game.

Those days are gone. The Scarlet Knights finished last season ranked 16th in the nation. They're big time now. As they should be. Rutgers is one of the best state universities in the United States, and it's the eighth oldest institution of higher learning in the country, founded a decade before the United States was. It's just plain wrong that so many of New Jersey's greatest athletes have been forced, for generations, to migrate to such Johnny-come-lately university locales as State College, Pennsylvania, Columbus, Ohio, Ann Arbor, Michigan, and South Bend, Indiana, where their friends, families, high school classmates, and potential future neighbors and employers almost never get to see them play. Worse, there's more of a need in New Jersey for a team the whole state can rally around than in other states, because neither of the two pro teams that split New Jersey into two opposing camps -- the Giants and the Eagles -- are even affiliated with New Jersey. It's a particularly raw part of the longstanding identity crisis that has enabled the whole country to make jokes at New Jersey's expense with nary a word said in protest. (Despite the fact, as we have pointed out here, that New Jersey really is the best state in the union.)

I apologize for the long preamble, but you have to know the history to appreciate what was so moving about seeing the Rutgers-Navy game the other night. More pleasing than the lovely New Brunswick campus, more impressive than the clockwork organization that ferried spectators to and from the dozen scattered parking lots, more stunning than the beautifully designed and spotlessly clean new stadium, more spectacular than the high-tech scoreboard, more stirring than the solid sea of red made up of students, alumni, and fans in the stands, and more potent than the talent and disciplined determination of the renascent Scarlet Knights themselves. On that night in New Brunswick I experienced, for the first time in my life, a massive and profound display of New Jersey state pride.

The Scarlet Knights of Rutgers are ours. Not borrowed from New York or Philadelphia. Not north, not south, but right in the middle, at the heart of things. We sat there with 44,000 of our fellow citizens, all of us dressed in red-blooded red, and feasted on what folks in Columbus and Ann Arbor may take for granted because they simply inherited their grand tradition. Not so with Rutgers. Here was a long-blighted tradition reclaimed and transformed in a deliberate miracle. What is no doubt commonplace at most big-time college stadiums had special meaning here -- the student body and much of the crowd actually singing along with the Star Spangled Banner, the scoreboard sound and graphics cues that invoked spectators to become a direct force in the game on third downs and critical plays, the intense focus on the game itself that's mostly absent in the Ivies and other also-rans, being present for the announcement that Ray Rice had just broken the all-time record for Rutgers rushing in the second game of his junior year, the company of colonial militia who fired the cannon from a nearby woodsy hilltop after Rutgers's frequent scores, and not least, the politeness and bonhomie of the crowd. I've never heard less bad language at a football game and never heard more 'excuse me's' as people came and went along crowded rows in a stadium filled to capacity.

It was obvious how thrilled everyone was just to be there, for this most delightful and unexpected of outcomes. Our kids -- football players, cheerleaders, dancers, band members -- looking this good and living up to their good fortune so well.

The game? I almost forgot. Rutgers beat Navy 42-24. Navy played well. Rutgers played like the ranked team they are, and the issue was never in serious doubt, but I think almost everyone was pleased that the Midshipmen weren't humiliated. There was no need for that, and Rutgers has a history that should make them wise on that score. When Navy's team ran onto the field, there were one or two boos, but more applause. As the man who stood clapping next to Mrs. CP observed, "I don't think you're allowed to boo Navy."


You can't boo Navy, but you can defeat them.

Rutgers has done an outstanding job, and they need no advice from me. But I do have a wish I'd like them to consider. Get Princeton back on the schedule. You know, as one of those early tune-up games. For maybe the next 70 years or so. Let the lordly Tigers get an annual lesson in humility that may be the only one they'll receive in their college careers. If the Princeton boys have the guts to learn that what goes around comes around, I'd be happy to help drive home the point for as many years as I am able.

It's the least I can do for my home state.

New Jersey.





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