The Antenna Club
Thanks for publishing Chris Davis' story on the late great Antenna Club (August 13th issue). It's been a long time since I was in Memphis, but I have lots of memories (though some of them are pretty fuzzy) of that dump on Madison. Thanks for reawakening some of them.
Given the odd actions of our former mayor last week, I thought my fellow Memphians might enjoy reading the following symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder:
Believing that you're better than others;
Fantasizing about power, success, and attractiveness;
Exaggerating your achievements or talents;
Expecting constant praise and admiration;
Believing that you're special;
Failing to recognize other people's emotions and feelings;
Expecting others to go along with your ideas and plans;
Taking advantage of others;
Expressing disdain for those you feel are inferior;
Being jealous of others;
Believing that others are jealous of you;
Having trouble keeping healthy relationships;
Setting unrealistic goals;
Being easily hurt and rejected;
Having a fragile self-esteem.
Henceforth, there should be a picture of Willie Herenton next to this entry in the medical textbooks.
Blackburn is Hiding?
Representative Marsha Blackburn is hiding from the health-care debate. Until last Friday, she had held only three secret meetings to discuss the issue and only invited her Facebook fans in the rich suburbs of Memphis and Nashville. The third meeting was held totally out of her district, in Jackson, Tennessee, where she represents no one, but they are the far-right fringe that comprises her adoring fans. In these venues, she stuck to her extremist talking points and continued to perpetuate the myth about "death panels," even though the only (bipartisan) bill to come out of committee thus far calls for voluntary end-of-life counseling, something Republicans advocated and included in the 2003 Medicare Reform Bill.
Blackburn was forced to publicize the Franklin meeting held last Friday, when news of it leaked outside her base. Under-publicized meetings were also held in Hardin, Decatur, Wayne, and Hickman counties on the same day. They were announced on her website the day before. Blackburn used no microphones, so recording the events was impossible. The meetings, supposedly 45 minutes each, were considerably shorter. Many left as confused as they were before.
If Blackburn wants to know what her constituents think, she would hold well-publicized open meetings throughout District 7, present factual information, and be open to all questions. Obviously, she is trying to dodge all but her supporters. It's high time to hold Blackburn accountable to all of the people of her district.
Supporting the President
It's amusing to me that during George W. Bush's Iraq war, Republicans demonized Democrats and war opponents because they didn't "support the president." Democrats who dared ask "How do we pay for this?" or questioned Bush's strategy and objectives were scorned for their lack of patriotism.
Now that President Obama is trying to repair the Bush administration's demolition of the economy and get health care for the uninsured, the Republicans are claiming the president was not even born in the U.S. and calling him a socialist, fascist, Nazi, and worse. Apparently, supporting the president is only necessary if the chief executive is a Republican. What hypocrites.
The signing of Michael Vick by the Philadelphia Eagles was a sad day for the National Football League, because it means they have sold out their integrity. NFL owners seem to think there aren't enough players with good character to win, so they hire animal abusers.
I do believe that Vince Lombardi has rolled over in his grave, and I, for one, will not watch any of the Eagles games on TV.
Harold R. Wilson
Which leads me to put on my Dr. Phil face and say what has to be said: It's time for Memphis and Shelby County to start seeing other people. We've tried for years to patch things up, to come to some sort of mutual understanding, but we need to admit that we have irreconcilable differences. We don't even know each other any more ...