The infamous 1973 World Cup qualifying match between Chile and the (absent) Soviet Union, held at National Stadium in Santiago, shortly after the brutal military coup led by Pinochet.
Preface: The 2014 World Cup starts this week. Here’s something to think about when we watch athletes from nations with distasteful governments.
On the afternoon of November 21, 1973, the Chilean national soccer team lined up at midfield for the start of what was to be a sudden-death playoff game. The outcome of that match would determine which nation would be the last to qualify for the FIFA World Cup, which was to be held the following year in Germany.
Hell hath frozen over with today’s reaction to the stunning news out of Virginia.
Far be it for me to defend Congressman Eric Cantor. But what were the voters of that crackpot district in central Virgina thinking when the gave the powerful House Majority Leader the boot in favor of some Tea Bag candidate holding a pitchfork?
Gore Vidal had style.
He once famously wrote, “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to do, and not giving a damn.”
The controversial writer and perpetual protagonist certainly knew who he was. He knew precisely what he wanted to do. And there’s little doubt that he didn’t give a damn what others either said or thought. It matters not where you’re positioned on the political map — one has to admire that feisty spirit.
The elephant has left the room. But at least it didn’t leave behind a pile of dung.
Talk of the 2016 Republican National Convention taking place here in Las Vegas was precisely that — talk.
Yap. Yap. Yap.
Yada. Yada. Yada.
Given their penchant for Judeo-Christian inspired fantasy, the notion of GOP delegates making pilgrims of themselves and wandering off into the desert might seem appropriate, at least until one considers the factual prescribed destination, which might as well be the 21st Century’s reincarnation of Sodom and Gomorrah. Yet while Las Vegas remains the capital of so-called vice and sin, it’s also become the ultimate hangout for those who value the actual practice of individual freedom. Which is precisely why this city never stood a fighting chance to host the national convention. Because the party that talks all the time about freedoms really isn’t in favor of those things at all.
The right of an individual to conduct intimate relationships in the intimacy of his or her own home seems to me to be the heart of the Constitution’s protection of privacy.
— Harry A. Blackmun (Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court)
Privacy is not something that I’m merely entitled to, it’s an absolute prerequisite.
— Marlon Brando (Academy Award-Winning Actor)
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By now, just about everyone has heard the outrageous remarks attributed to Donald Sterling, first reported a few days ago.
Sterling, who owns the National Basketball Association’s Los Angeles Clippers franchise, made some shockingly insensitive verbal remarks with highly-offensive racial overtones during a private telephone call, which was secretly recorded by a former girlfriend. Now estranged from her former sugar daddy, the gold-digger went public with an abbreviated audio segment of a heated conversation between the two, which included Sterling’s ghastly rant against Black people.
The comments speak for themselves. They’re as appalling as they are indefensible. No one can possibly justify the content nor the context in which they were made. Moreover, they’re consistent with Sterling’s well-documented pattern of discrimination and racial insensitivity as a businessman.
Nevertheless, Sterling does have one credible mode of defense in his corner, and that’s his inherent right to personal privacy.