Presidential Whoppers

I happen to believe that all prominent politicians lie, and that the ones who aspire to presidential level lie most egregiously. Some do it with enough charm, bravado and support from their supporters to (usually) get away with it. But they lie, and the followers who think that "their guy" is different are lying to themselves.

Here we find the Washington Monthly setting up something they call "The Mendacity Index" which lists and rates falsehoods from Reagan, Clinton and a pair of Bushes. It's a gimmick and one could certainly argue that the examples chosen could be more exhaustive. Still, it makes a good point.

Rewriting History for Fun and Profit

Coming up just before this year's 9/11 anniversary is a Showtime feature called DC 9/11: Time of Crisis that claims to show what George W. Bush did on the day the planes hit the Pentagon and the World Trade Center. From all advance reports, the film deviates from reality in order to ignore some of Bush's more questionable actions during that crisis, so you can expect to see a lot of articles like this one in The Village Voice.

As I mentioned here before, I have very little respect for the man behind this film. And as noted, you can see the actual video of Bush when he got the news over at this website.

Vegas Trivia

Which are the five oldest hotel-casinos that are still open and operating? This article will tell you all about them.

More on Kirby in The Times

Just noticed that the New York Times piece on J. Kirby is accompanied by a slide show of Kirby illustrations. Here's a link to it. For some reason, it includes a photo of Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, as if Kirby had ever had anything to do with that character.

By the way: The self-portrait there of Jack at his drawing table has a bit of history to it. It was the very first Kirby drawing that was ever inked by Mike Royer, who later became Jack's main inker. Not bad for a first effort, eh?

Also, here's a companion article in the Times about comic books. A former reader goes back to see how the neighborhood has changed. I'm told there's another piece that's either in the paper or soon to run about adult comics, but I haven't found it yet.

Stan the Man

While I'm on the subject of Lee and Kirby, I should mention that I just received my copy of Stan Lee and the Rise and Fall of the American Comic Book, a new biography of Guess Who by Jordan Raphael and Tom Spurgeon. I was sort of afraid to open it because I have way too many opinions and knowledge about Stan, especially with regard to his relationship with Jack, and…well, Jordan and Tom are good reporters but that's no guarantee. It could have been a book where I'd feel compelled to condemn its conclusions, issue corrections and challenge the authors to fisticuffs. Happily, that does not seem to be the case. After an (admittedly fast) read, I found my quibbles with their factual recital to be minimal.

There are a few minor facts that don't coincide with mine, and a number of minor value judgments, but it's beyond the realm of possibility that anyone could write about Lee and/or Kirby and not have that happen. I don't even agree with all that I've written about them in the past.

The book seems to be a well-researched, even-handed effort, with what strike me as some very perceptive comments about much of Stan's life and career. No one book could capture everything but I was pleasantly surprised with how much they crammed into a little more than 300 pages. They successfully avoided and even debunked a lot of nonsense that has been published and commonly believed in the past. I'll probably write a real review for somewhere once I have the time to give it a slow read, but I wanted to say it'll be a positive review. And I also wanted to post this link in case you want to order a copy from Amazon. (That's where I got mine. They promised delivery in 6-10 days and it was here in two. Your mileage may vary.)

And to answer those who keep asking me when my biography of Jack Kirby will be out: It'll still be quite a while. It's presently about the size of the Encyclopedia Americana (unabridged) and there are still questions being answered. I can't begin to think of publishing it until the trickle of data ceases, and it doesn't show any sign of drying up yet. So please be patient and in the meantime, read the book by Raphael and Spurgeon.

Long Live the King

It is rare when I feel Jack Kirby has gotten too much credit for something. Over the years, I've often felt my friend (and one-time employer) was not properly hailed as a creative genius, and I've winced as he went unmentioned or damned with faint praise during talk of his many co-creations.

But this article in tomorrow morn's New York Times comes close to overcompensating. In a discussion of The Hulk, Fantastic Four, X-Men and Thor, Stan Lee goes almost unmentioned. And, yes, plenty of articles have erred in the opposite direction, and the scale isn't close to balanced…

…but we all know what two wrongs don't make. Particularly excessive is that the article is illustrated with a drawing of the X-Men — not by Kirby, not featuring his version of those characters, and not noting that the current, money-making version is a couple of revamps removed from what Jack helped bring into the world.

(And a small point: Jack left Marvel and went to DC in 1970, not 1971.)

The quotes from Michael Chabon and Jules Feiffer are spot-on, and Jack deserves every ounce of praise for his unbounded imagination. As much as he brought to comics, I don't think we even got 50% of what he had to give. Still, it would be nice if we could sing his praises without turning his collaborators into mumbled asides.

Pogo's Papa

Ninety years ago today, a family in Philadelphia named Kelly gave birth to a kid named Walter Crawford Kelly, Jr. They probably didn't suspect that he would grow up (to the extent cartoonists ever grow up) to become one of the most honored and loved comic strip creators of all time. It was many years after that that Walt Kelly, in turn, gave birth to Pogo Possum, Albert Alligator, Howland Owl, Churchy LaFemme, and other denizens of the Okefenokee Swamp…and what a swamp it was, teeming with personalities of every stripe and persuasion. Even on the days Pogo was black-and-white, its language and style made it more colorful than anything else that graced the Sunday Funnies. Walt put more personality into a drawing than any practitioner of the anthropomorphic arts, before or since, but it didn't stop there.

Their speech was vibrant, their wit unparalleled, their situations irresistible. Kelly is often remembered for his political content — and to be sure, it was unique and bold and the reason that so many adults felt they had to scan the comics page. But he was also just plain funny, which was maybe the best reason to cruise the Okefenokee. Even when I was too young to have a clue what those silly animals were talking about, I just knew it was something very special.

So Happy Walt Kelly Day, people. A lot of cartoonists can do slapstick. A lot of them can say pithy, on-target things. Some of them can even create characters that you just plain want to hang around. But darn few can put it all under one roof and in one strip.

Muchas Gracias

I'd like to thank several folks who sent donations to this website today, specifically to be used in my "battle" against the evil towing company.

I'm not sure I'm going to engage in a battle. Unlike too many White House occupants in our past, I believe some wars aren't worth starting, especially if you aren't sure what would constitute a "win." I need to do a little more investigating to learn what, if anything, can be done. After all, I can't be the first person to get ticked off over this. I didn't have the chance today to make those calls since I'm finishing a script, plus I'm busy defending the 2.6 ton granite monument to the Ten Commandments I had installed on my front lawn. I bought it on sale at the 99-Cent Only Store, and I'm a little suspicious about a couple of these commandments. Like, IX is "Thou shalt not broadcast or transmit the pictures, descriptions, or accounts of this game without the expressed, written consent of the office of the Commissioner of Major League Baseball." I always thought IX was something about not bearing false witness against thy neighbor.

But in the meantime, thanks. Donations to this website are always welcome and if I don't use the money to bring Doctor Tow to justice, I'll at least buy something fun on eBay with it.

The Crooked Tow Truck Driver, Part 2

Well, I'm finding out more about the little towing scam that was pulled on me yesterday afternoon. I just had a nice chat with a gent who works for the Van Nuys Police who among other things, told me that this particular towing company was one that has had a long, long list of complaints against it. An Internet search I just did turned up some news stories that bear this out. One in particular said that the company was being sued because its drivers were operating under "blanket authorizations." That is, they would obtain the okay of a property owner to tow any car they found parked on that owner's private property. As I read Section 22658 of the Vehicle Code (thank you, Internet), you can't do this. A towing must be done in response to a specific complaint from the property owner. Here's the relevant section of the Vehicle Code…

A towing company shall not remove or commence the removal of a vehicle from private property without first obtaining written authorization from the property owner or lessee, or an employee or agent thereof, who shall be present at the time of removal. General authorization to remove or commence removal of a vehicle at the towing company's discretion shall not be delegated to a towing company or its affiliates except in the case of a vehicle unlawfully parked within 15 feet of a fire hydrant or in a fire lane, or in a manner which interferes with any entrance to, or exit from, the private property.

As far as I could see, no property owner was "present at the time of removal," and I'm skeptical that there was any written complaint. In fact, it's possible there was no specific verbal one, either. Perhaps the tow truck driver just went out cruising areas where his firm had these blanket authorizations, saw our cars there and started towing.

Here's another little squib of interest from Section 22658…

A charge for towing or storage, or both, of a vehicle under this section is excessive if the charge is greater than that which would have been charged for towing or storage, or both, made at the request of a law enforcement agency under an agreement between the law enforcement agency and a towing company in the city or county in which is located the private property from which the vehicle was, or was attempted to be, removed.

In other words, a private towing company impounding a car cannot charge more than the police towing service would charge. According to the guy I spoke to on the phone (who works for the police towing division), there are two charges involved here — towing and storage. Towing is $110, regardless of distance. Once the vehicle's wheels leave the street, it's considered "towed," whether it gets moved twenty miles or twenty inches. Then there's storage, which is $27.50 per day or for any portion of a day. So if my car had been towed all the way into the yard in Van Nuys and I picked it up the next morning, the company would not be legally allowed to charge more than $137.50.

If you'll recall, the driver said it would be $250 and then he suggested that if we gave him $125, he wouldn't tow it in to Van Nuys. So he lied to us about the higher fee to get us to cough up the cash there, rather than force him to make several trips to tow cars to Van Nuys. We were in a wealthy neighborhood and he was towing expensive autos, so he probably figured we'd have the money.

This is all quite interesting. The gent at the Van Nuys P.D. gave me some phone numbers I'll be calling. I'll let you know what happens.

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And here we have a conservative writer bashing that justice who insists that he needs that huge monument to the Ten Commandments to "acknowledge God."

Martin and Lewis – Together Again for the First Time!

September 20-21 in the showroom at the Suncoast Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas: "Martin & Lewis Cannot Appear But Their Sons Can," starring Gary Lewis and The Playboys, Ricci Martin and "The Pack." Hey, I'd pay money to see that. But then I've been up all night writing cartoons so what do I know?

Question Answered?

Why did Fox News sue Al Franken? They must have known they (a) had no chance of winning, (b) would look like laughingstocks and (c) would boost the sales of his book with all that lovely publicity. So why did they do it? Well, according to this article in The New Yorker, it was just a matter of appeasing the demands of Bill O'Reilly, who refused to be talked out of it.

The Crooked Tow Truck Driver, Part 1

Every so often, I cross paths with someone who causes me to say, "Boy, I'm glad I don't have to do that for a living." I have just added the following job description to the list: Driving a tow truck that impounds cars that are sort of illegally parked.

This afternoon, Carolyn and I went to a surprise birthday party up in Laurel Canyon and so that the birthday boy wouldn't spot and recognize my car on the way in, I parked as directed off on a side street. It turned out this is a street that looks like a normal public road but some of the residents there have managed to have it classified as private. There's a sign that says, in effect, "No parking here or we'll have you towed," but it's not a city sign. It looks more like it was put up by a realtor, and it's about the size of a business card (I'm exaggerating) and half-covered with tree limbs (I'm not exaggerating). Anyway, I didn't notice it and I parked in what looked like a perfectly normal place to park.

An hour or so later, the host of the party announced that towing was going on outside. We all ran out and my green Lexus was nowhere to be seen. A tow truck was removing another auto from near where mine had been parked. I asked him where mine was and he handed me the business card of his company which was way out in Van Nuys and told me I could pick mine up tomorrow between 9 and 5, and it would cost $250 — cash, no checks. Well, you can just imagine how delighted I was with this.

I did a fast replotting of my life: Carolyn and I would have to take a cab home tonight, then I'd have to take a cab out to Van Nuys in the morning, plus pay the fee. So we're looking at maybe $325 plus at least two hours tomorrow, plus the loss of transportation this evening. Even if I could get a ride home or to Van Nuys tomorrow, the punishment seemed disproportionate to the crime. Given the concealment of what wasn't even a city "no parking" sign, I could make a case that we were entrapped or at least not given fair warning. But let's put that aside and say I was culpable. Does this penalty make sense, either monetarily or in terms of aggravation and time? We were not blocking driveways or access. I don't think our cars were even occupying spaces that the homeowners along that street might have needed since it didn't say "parking by permit only" or anything. I think the people there simply don't want anyone parking on "their" street.

Now, there are "no parking" signs (real ones) on my street — much more clearly displayed, plus they actually look like "no parking" signs. They apply to specific hours when the street cleaners need to burnish the gutters and at other times, they limit parking to two hours on one side of the street and to folks with permits on the other. This is because otherwise, people who work in nearby businesses would occupy all the spaces all day, and there would be no place for our visitors, cleaning women, gardeners, etc. to park. If you violate these restrictions, the fine is around $40 and they leave your car right where it is. No towing. That seems fair to me…or at least, fairer than $250 and an impound.

In some cases — like, if you come running out while the tow guy's still there as we did today in Studio City, there's a lesser (but still outrageous) alternative. As we were all fuming and fretting that our cars had been towed away, the driver returned and informed us that he hadn't yet taken them to Van Nuys. Our cars were "impounded" down the street and he'd "do us a favor" and release them then and therefor only $125 in cash.

You can smell the scam. First, they tell you that it'll cost more than twice that and that it'll be a huge pain in the ass. Then after putting you in despair, they act like they're doing you a favor by "only" charging you half. It's extortion but you realize, as we all realized, that fighting is going to cost a lot more time and money, and there's probably some statute that makes it perfectly legal. I think that's what bothered me the most about it — knowing that contesting it can only be aggravating and time-consuming and a probable dead-end. The way to minimize damage is, alas, to fork over the cash and accept it.

The tow truck driver kept saying, "Hey, I'm sorry about this, but they [meaning some nearby homeowner] made the call." And he was right on one level, I guess. To the extent there's a master villain in this episode, it's the folks who got their street posted like that and who called in the tow truck, and I'd also fault whatever laws and regulations allow this. (In case I haven't made it clear, this is a residential area, nowhere near business. On my street, those who park illegally are usually folks working in or patronizing businesses a few blocks away. On the street where today's towing was done, anyone parked is visiting a neighbor.)

The tow truck operators sure have a lovely racket here. A normal transport from there to Van Nuys would be around $75 and they probably make a decent profit doing that. In this situation, they charge $250 to tow you, or $125 if they don't. And let's remember: These guys aren't the police. Your car has been grabbed by some guy without a badge and none of the money you fork over goes to the city. In this case, they also ruined a party, embarrassed the host and risked causing other damage. There were two prominent heart specialists at the gathering and while they didn't get towed, what would happen if they got beeped that they were needed in surgery, ran out and found that their cars were en route to Van Nuys? What if someone was actually stranded in a strange neighborhood with no way to get home? We can all imagine all sorts of unpleasant scenarios and I'm sure that most of them have happened. It's a real sleazy way to earn money.

The driver kept saying, "Hey, sorry, but it's my job" and I've never believed that's an excuse for anything. There are legal ways to earn money that people ought to be ashamed to do and that probably should not be legal. I sure hope I never sink that low to make a buck. I came close with one show that I wrote for ABC but thank God, it wasn't quite that bad.

I'm going to look into this further and I'm sure I'll write more.

Uh, How Many Is That Again?

Here's one sentence from this AP wire story on the race for governor of California…

"He said four words to me — we have to work harder," said Bustamante strategist Richie Ross.

One hopes Cruz isn't letting this guy add up his polling data for him.

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Jimmy Breslin on presidential lying. No one gets outraged quite the way Jimmy Breslin gets outraged.