Friday, September 30, 2005


"We have really great people though as the villains in this film, Thomas Haden Church and Topher Grace -- Venom and Sandman," says Kirsten Dunst while promoting her film "Elizabethtown. Maybe I wasn't supposed to say that," she says, checking with her rep, who assures her the information has already been released.

Well now the rumor cat is out of the bag, all that remains is to see if it is 100% true. Although, what character would Topher play? Soaking wet he can't weigh more than 100 pounds. Sandman? nope, Venom? can't see that one. I guess we will wait and see UNLESS Ms. Dunst (living up to her namesake) wants to tell us more.


Last night my wife and I went to see the new movie with Jodie Foster in it called "Flightplan". Although the script was lacking, Jodie pulled it off beautifully. BUT the reason for this rant is the article that I read that was linked to the website I was looking at to review the movie.
The Association of Flight Attendants and Transport Workers Union has this week called for a national boycott of the new Jodie Foster movie, Flightplan. In a press release announcing the boycott the TWU claims that:

"The film, which portrays a flight attendant and Federal air marshal as terrorists and the lead villains, also depicts flight attendants as rude, unhelpful and uncaring."

I couldn't agree more. Ever since I saw Flight Plan I don't trust flight attendants further than my oxygen mask will reach. And this isn't the first time it's happened to me either. After I saw Boiler Room I hated stock brokers, after Tombstone I hated cowboys as well as cowgirls, and after Aladdin I had a severe distaste for Royal Viziers (ie. Jafar).After all, movies shouldn't be about good stories, they should be about positively depicting individuals with important professions, especially unionized professions.

Thursday, September 29, 2005


I want to thank Kathleen Callon in advance for her site and this article. I had to reprint it here in the hopes that more would be able to read it.

Thank you to Kevin for forwarding this potent speech Etan Thomas gave recently in DC:
“Giving all honor, thanks and praises to God for courage and wisdom, this is a very important rally. I'd like to thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts, feelings and concerns regarding a tremendous problem that we are currently facing. This problem is universal, transcending race, economic background, religion, and culture, and this problem is none other than the current administration which has set up shop in the White House.
In fact, I'd like to take some of these cats on a field trip. I want to get big yellow buses with no
air conditioner and no seatbelts and round up Bill O'Reilly, Pat Buchanan, Trent Lott, Sean Hannity, Dick Cheney, Jeb Bush, Bush Jr. and Bush Sr., John Ashcroft, Giuliani, Ed Gillespie, Katherine Harris, that little bow-tied Tucker Carlson and any other right-wing conservative Republicans I can think of, and take them all on a trip to the ‘hood. Not to do no 30-minute documentary. I mean, I want to drop them off and leave them there, let them become one with the other side of the tracks, get them four mouths to feed and no welfare, have scare tactics run through them like a laxative, criticizing them for needing assistance.
I’d show them working families that make too much to receive welfare but not enough to make ends meet. I’d employ them with jobs with little security, let them know how it feels to be an employee at will, able to be fired at the drop of a hat. I’d take away their opportunities, then try their children as adults, sending their 13-year-old babies to life in prison. I’d sell them dreams of hopelessness while spoon-feeding their young with a daily dose of inferior education. I’d tell them no child shall be
left behind, then take more money out of their schools, tell them to show and prove themselves on standardized exams testing their knowledge on things that they haven’t been taught, and then I’d call them inferior.
I’d soak into their interior notions of endless possibilities. I’d paint pictures of assisted productivity if they only agreed to be all they can be, dress them up withfatigues and boots with promises of pots of gold at the end of rainbows, free education to waste terrain on those who finish their bid. Then I’d close the lid on that barrel of fool’s gold by starting a war, sending their children into the midst of a hostile situation, and while they're worried about their babies being murdered and slain in foreign lands, I’d grace them with the pain of being sick and unable to get medicine.
Give them health benefits that barely cover the common cold. John Q. would become their reality as HMOs introduce them to the world of inferior care, filling their lungs with inadequate air, penny pinching at the expense of patients, doctors practicing medicine in an intricate web of rationing and regulations. Patients wander
the maze of managed bureaucracy, costs rise and quality quickly deteriorates, but they say that managed care is cheaper. They’ll say that free choice in medicine will defeat the overall productivity, and as co-payments are steadily rising, I'll make their grandparents have to choose between buying their medicine and paying their rent.
Then I'd feed them hypocritical lines of being
pro-life as the only Christian way to be. Then very contradictingly, I’d fight for the spread of the death penalty, as if thou shall not kill applies to babies but not to criminals.
Then I’d introduce them to those sworn to protect and serve, creating a curb in their trust in the law. I’d show them the nightsticks and plungers, the
pepper spray and stun guns, the mace and magnums that they’d soon become acquainted with, the shakedowns and illegal search and seizures, the planted evidence, being stopped for no reason. Harassment ain’t even the half of it.
Forty-one shots to two raised hands, cell phones and wallets that are confused with illegal contrabands. I’d introduce them to pigs who love making their guns click like wine glasses. Everlasting targets surrounded by bullets, making them a walking bull's eye, a living piñata, held at the mercy of police brutality, and then we’ll see if they finally weren’t aware of the truth, if their eyes weren’t finally open like a box of Pandora.
I’d show them how the other side of the tracks carries the weight of the world on our shoulders and how society seems to be holding us down with the force of a boulder. The bird of democracy flew the coop back in Florida. See, for some, and justice comes in packs like wolves in sheep's clothing. T.K.O.'d by the right hooks of life, many are left staggering under the weight of the day, leaning against the ropes of hope. When your dreams have fallen on barren ground, it becomes difficult to keep pushing yourself forward like a train, administering pain like a doctor with a needle, their sequels continue more lethal than injections.
They keep telling us all is equal. I’d tell them that instead of giving tax breaks to the rich, financing corporate mergers and leading us into unnecessary wars and under-table dealings with Enron and Halliburton, maybe they can work on making society more peaceful. Instead, they take more and more money out of inner city schools, give up on the idea of rehabilitation and build more prisons for poor people. With unemployment continuing to rise like a deficit, it's no wonder why so many think that crime pays.
Maybe this trip will make them see the error of their ways. Or maybe next time, we'll just all get out and vote. And as far as their stay in the White House, tell them that numbered are their days.”
Bravo, Etan!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


This is a quick note to all out there in blogger land. A lot has happened to us and the world since I last posted. Well last night we got our first taste of the up coming winter season. At 12:30 a.m. it started to snow and of course it did not lst too long in the city. The outlining ares were not so luck as they had their snow fall stay. This was evident by the cars coming in from the ourskirts with snow still on the vehicles.

It has been a month since hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf Coast and New Orleans and still the blame game and finger pointing is evident. Why not put all that energy into helping the victims and forget what happend and just fix the problem.

On the homefront, MJ had an audition for Proscout yesterday and was a little nervous. Tonight she goes back and hopefully she is accepted. If she is she will go on to Banff for a conference. Mj is very talented in the area of dance and voice. She is already starting to sing the words to songs on the radio and is really good at memorization of those songs. She applies that memorization to her reading as we are reading "Green Eggs and Ham" by Dr. Seuss. We are having a little problem with teaching her to read (Rose and I need to learn how to teach). GRade 1 is not only challenging for our daughter but it takes a toll on us as parents also. I am beginning to realize that I am going to be enrolled in grades 1-12 for a long time. I guess the old saying that no one ever stops educating themselves is right on the money.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Hello to all.

This is the start of something that will hopefully take off within the families that are living far apart or have no contact with members of their family that want them to know that they are alive. You see I come from a family that is both American (my mother, Sue Gilberg, maiden name DeGooyer) and Canadian (my father, Jack Sabey). I grew up for the most part in Canada longing for the chance to go back to America. I visited numerous times on vacation and lived there for awhile and finally had the chance to excersize my dual citizenship when I was 27.
This blog will be the living journal of the ups and downs of my family, posted so that relatives from both my wife's (Rose Gilberg) family and mine will be able to read it. There will be more to come as I do a brief run down of my family and what has taken place over the last few years. So for now