Balloon Boy Saga

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October 20, 2009 | Comments

I am no fan of reality TV. Wait. Strike that. I do watch the Food Network’s cooking competitions and I admit to following Dancing with the Stars with my daughter. But I steer clear of anything that follows subjects into bathrooms, promotes vicious mind games, or records intimate and embarrassing moments, all designed not only to titillate a voyeuristic public, but also to dangle the possibility that a participant’s bathroom performance will lead to superstardom.

Despite my attempts at isolation, I remember the night I first spotted a commercial for one of those “traditional” bathroom-wallowing-type reality shows, that indicated children were now being trotted out in front of the cameras to cry, eat bugs and entrails, and/or have tantrums for the entertainment of the entire population of the United States.

Thus was born my rant that has since become all too familiar to those who know me: My hope is that someday when these kids come of age, they will sue the daylights out of their parents, the networks and the production companies that exploited them on television without their consent.

Well, last Friday, reality TV collided with publicity stunt collided with child exploitation, when a hysterical media reported that a 6-year-old was thought to be flying thousands of feet above Colorado in an experimental helium balloon. Emergency personnel rose to full alert, the military was called in, Denver Airport suspended full operation, and America watched and waited.

Hours later, the balloon floated back to earth, empty. Hours after that, the boy was found hiding in his home, allegedly terrified of punishment for setting the balloon free. Hours after that, the boy stated on national television that it was all done “for the show.” Minutes later, law enforcement kicked in. Hours after that, we learned that mom and dad, veterans of reality TV, were seeking a new gig. And, well, now with such words as “hoax” and “child protective services” flying about, things aren’t looking all that rosy for mom and dad.

Those who spent that afternoon worrying about this boy have since learned that the child apparently cut his teeth on reality TV. He was paraded repeatedly by media-hungry parents before the cameras of “Wife Swap,” YouTube, and now virtually every media outlet in the country, all “for the show,” all for an alleged parental stab at a reality show. In an odd karmic twist — and much to dad’s shock, I’m sure – the boy has now emerged the poster child for reality-TV child exploitation.

And I say, let the lawsuits begin.

Betsy Siino | Comments

New Week, New Name

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October 5, 2009 | Comments

Sheesh, I take a week off to re-tool my site in honor of a new name – Grizzly Mom – and, as is so common these days, the world changes at light speed:

  • Led by the President of the United States, world leaders and diplomats gather in New York City at the U.N. to sing the praises of said President and to trash the U.S. and Israel. The U.S. President, reveling in the adulation, makes speeches that would once have seen the American delegation leaving the room. Only Israel’s leader and the Canadian delegation behave with dignity and courage.
  • After trashing Sarah Palin, the war in Iraq (and, by extension, the men and women in our military), and, deservedly so, every politician who has engaged in adulterous affairs, David Letterman confesses to a giggling, rapturous audience that he has engaged in sexual liaisons with female underlings. But as poor David tells it, again to mass applause, he is the true victim here – the victim of extortion attempts. His mom must be so proud.
  • While our troops are dying each day, Mr. and Mrs. Obama, spurred on by hometown cronies and a slobbering NBC, CNN, CBS, ABC and company, fly to Copenhagen to beg the Olympic Committee to award the 2016 Olympics to Chicago. Despite his heartfelt stories of how Chicago celebrated his coronation, and her stories of dad’s MS, the IOC dismisses Chicago in the first round, ultimately naming Rio the winner. Shocked media groupies weep, the IOC is obviously racist, and it’s all George Bush’s fault.
  • In the wake of his Olympic defeat, the President, doing his best Commander-in-Chief impersonation, swallows his pride and meets with General McChrystal, our commander in Afghanistan, on a London tarmac (in response, no doubt, to critics’ claims that the President is foresaking our troops and ignoring the General’s request for an increase). For only his second meeting with the General, Obama’s customary metrosexual skinny  suit stands in stark, wimpy contrast to the General’s desert fatigues (especially love the boots!). Though the President offers the General only minutes of his time, the General’s attire sends a clear message to those of us in his and his warriors’ camp. 
  • After decades of luxurious exile in Europe, film director Roman Polanksi is arrested in Switzerland. Years ago he escaped punishment in the U.S. for drugging, raping and sodomizing a 13-year-old girl, 30 years his junior. The morally upstanding community that is Hollywood jumps to his defense, led by the likes of Martin Scorsese, Woody Allen, and Toys R Us spokeswoman Whoopi Goldberg. Apparently winning an Oscar trumps child protection.
  • In a related story, we discover – by the man’s own documented admissions — that the President’s safe school czar (whatever that is) at least once ignored his mandate to report a child in danger, counseling a 15-year-old boy who was hooking up with older men at bus stations to enjoy and be safe. We hear more is coming.
  • The U.S. dollar begins a global decline. Members of Congress and media hacks berate General McChrystal, demanding he just “shut up and salute.” The U.S. Congress continues to drive their un-read nationalized health-care plan that will decimate small business, extend coverage to illegals, ration care, punish doctors, limit care offered to seniors who have outlived their usefulness to the collective, tax us into oblivion, provide….

That’s enough. I can’t stand anymore. Too much rage percolating in this Grizzly Mom’s gut. But it’s a good rage. A rage for country, liberty and what we know is right. A rage that stems from the sick feeling in the stomach when all is not right in our country and the despicable efforts of those in power, when our Constitution is being shredded, our children’s futures destroyed. But it’s also a rage that can make things right again. For now, we’ll just have to call it a week and look for signs of light in this beleaguered country of ours, perhaps in the week to come (though I won’t be holding my breath for that one).

Betsy Siino | Comments

Letterman: Sorry, Can’t Do It

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September 21, 2009 | Comments

Letterman just started. I guess after droning on and on over the last few days on television, the President still hasn’t lost his voice, so he is able to make his appearance on Letterman after all. I guess I should watch it.

Okay, I’m getting through the monologue. So far it has all gone just as predicted: a bunch of flat one-liners, sprinkled with “jokes” about Sarah Palin and George Bush (only the John McCain jab took me by surprise. How timely. How hilarious).

David tells us that President Bush never came on the show because he was too busy not working. More hilarity. Gotta wonder who writes this stuff. Apparently someone who doesn’t realize that most presidents would consider such an appearance unbecoming of the office of leader of the free world. I used to be a fan, so I know that way back in the day Dave was actually funny. I keep waiting for a nugget of humor in this monologue. Never happens.

Now David is talking about a heart-shaped potato from Missouri. He segues quickly to the moment we have all been waiting for: the grand entrance of the President. Here comes the predicted, and oh-so-euphoric, standing ovation. And look, there he is: the leader of the United States of America! He struts over to Dave. He waves to the huddled masses. He is so regal. So imperial. Oh-so-hip (and oh-so-unpresidential). He asks to see the heart-shaped potato….

And I’m out.

I tried. Can’t do it. Sorry. I’m off to Fox News. Or the Flintstones. Or Friends, I Love Lucy, Fraiser….anything….ah, Spongebob….perfect. Free at last. And with that, I bid you a good night, free of slobbering, interview-induced nightmares.

Betsy Siino | Comments

Life in the Birdcage

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September 15, 2009 | Comments

Back in the day I was a staff writer for several well-known national pet care magazines in Southern California. A dog and horse person myself, I always found it amusing that a bird owner could place a towel or blanket over a pet bird’s cage, and Tweetie would automatically assume it must be nighttime, time for bed, good night.

Well, sorry to say it looks like there are some rather influential folks out there right now who are mistaking we the American people for pet birds living happily and blindly in a cage, assuming that they can simply throw a blanket over our cage, and we will doze off, no questions asked.

I’m talking here about what I once called the mainstream media – NBC, CBS, ABC, CNN, MSNBC, New York Times, Washington Post, etal – until the great Bernie Goldberg, media critic extraordinaire and author of “A Slobbering Love Affair,” reminded us all that it’s time to stop calling these outlets “mainstream,” because they are anything but. Here, here, Mr. Goldberg. I couldn’t agree more. But whatever we might call them, they are throwing a blanket over the cage, assuming that if they ignore certain incendiary stories, then we the people, their alleged audience, we will just obey their obvious superiority and assume as they mandate that these stories are not just inconsequential, but downright non-existent.

Cases in point: the Van Jones “czar” dismissal (following a steady stream of videos documenting the man’s racism and his avowed communism); the two heroic kids taking down Acorn even as we speak by proving the organization will support prostitution, tax evasion and the human trafficking of underage girls; and, of course, coverage of the massive turnout on September 12th of people of all parties, colors and ages who marched on Washington to protest the hijacking of the United States government, the American Dream and the American bank account.

Look to the formerly mainstream media for news on these events and, if you don’t hear the outright chirping of crickets, you’ll find a downplay of the events and shameless derision of the American people. You just have to wonder if the nation’s formerly illustrious journalism schools (Columbia? Northwestern? Where are you?)  – are actually teaching this birdcage technique in class: Ignore the story and the masses will fall in line behind our agenda. Huh? Agenda? Ignoring major news stories? Whatever happened to who, what, when, where and why?

Because I don’t happen to live in a birdcage and thus don’t believe that a blanket means bedtime, I easily located actual footage and images of the march on Washington elsewhere. As did plenty of other Americans, as the formerly mainstream media ratings can attest. And given those images, despite what one so-called journalist was reporting on one of those formerly mainstream sites, I didn’t for a moment believe his statement that only about 1,000 people had shown up on Pennsylvania Avenue (to her credit, neither did the anchor to whom he reported this ridiculous estimate). I also saw the people who attended – those same regular people who showed up for August’s town halls. I heard them speak, saw their signs, witnessed their genuine love of country. Sorry formerly mainstreamers, your agenda reporting….just not worthy of our attention or our time, let alone our belief. I just wish you would present material more worthy of your own vocation, your own training, your own classic traditions that used to mean something.

If we are currently enmeshed in a world where our government sadly misunderstands and dismisses the American people, the same can and should be said of the media to whom these same Americans once looked for news and information. I don’t know when and why it happened, but they have consciously turned their responsibilities over to the likes of 20-something film-school activists who are doing the necessary investigations, and for all the right reasons. Meanwhile the formerly mainstreamers spend their time promoting and covering for a left-wing government intent on destroying the very Americans they hope to see pick up a daily paper or turn on channel 2 or 4 every night at 6:00. What are they thinking?

I suppose the only answer is that there are some backroom meetings going on where government representatives are meeting with these so-called journalists, promising them that if they help further the agenda of an administration they never vetted, they will reap that administration’s ultimate rewards: solid gold health care for life; managerial positions in the Bureau of Propaganda, private-jet travel on demand, a fleet of SUVs in the garage, and an endless supply of Kobe beef and high-fructose corn syrup. Like I said: the only possible answer.

What the formerly mainstreamers don’t understand is that we in the perceived birdcage, we have access both to large-screen TVs and computers in the birdcage – copies of the Constitution are in there, too, by the way — and no towel, no blanket in the world can block those out. We resident birds have made that abundantly clear. Sorry to burst your bubble, formerly mainstreamers. With or without the blanket, as the great Ronald Reagan said back in better days, “It’s morning in America.” And we don’t intend to sleep in.

Betsy Siino | Comments