Dr. Bawb foretold: And a great Bill Clinton noise shall awaken the Land of Lemmings."

So Gennifer Flowers is auctioning the tapes of her "pillow talk" with Bill Clinton, eh? Shame on you, Barack Obama for the sleaziest campaign trick yet!! Doctor Bawb can't wait for Barack's apology to the nation, his withdrawal as gracefully as disgrace permits him and just leave the next eight years to Sen. Hillary "Fired-up-and-ready-to-go!" Clinton! Or Gramps McCain, maybe. Swell. If it's Gramps I'll feel younger and better having a Prez older than me. It's been awhile.

On the other hand, could we imagine future Cooperstown great Roger Clemons doing Graybar Hotel time because Debbie Clemons compared Boob Jobs with Jose Conseco's wife at a party? Hey, leave it to "the cleanest U.S. Congress in history" [if you think Nancy Pelosi and Hawwy Weid don't lie anytime their lips move] to track down the truth on stuff that matters to America. Why Sen. Arlen Spector's on the Clemons case like Inspector Javert tracking Jean Valjean in Les Miserables! And the point? Nobody pulls the
wool over the eyes of The Cleanest U.S. Congress in History!Nancy Pewosi and Hawwy Weid said so!

"Doctor Bawb's Day Off" is not "Coming soon" if I can help it. But pace "Ferris Bueller" anyway.

Chronicle of a Shrink's journey from youthful
know-it-allness to old-fart astonishment.

Those are not my three kids, 20, 17 and 17. My Day Off was no Made-in-Tinseltown "warm-hearted comedy." Yesterday's "Dr. Bawb's Day Off" was devoted to seeing that one of my twins WAS NOT busted to spend Who-Knows-How-Long? lost in the catacombs of a vast Bechtel Corporation-built L.A./ California Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice System. Gee, thanks Bush 41, Bill "Three Strikes" Clinton and Guvs Gray Davis and Arnold Schwarznegger and all you conviction-happy DAs!

My kid, 17, is no "angel." He's also no crack-dealing Menace II Society. Here Dr. Bawb speaks of the Slam. See, my kid coulda been put away by a LAPD, Sheriff's Deputy, Officer-of the Court and/or snitch whose life includes but is not limited to: lousy marriage, alimony, horrible boss; hangover; Final Notice and/or General Principles. All I did was what a responsible father does: Said "There's a Warrant out. Let's go see your DCS Caseworker before you get picked up!" We went. He's TEMPORARILY with me, but then that's where he always wanted to be. He's scared, a tad wackier than a lotta 17-year olds but recognizably my kid.

MWTC, my Twice-Born bride of 38-years, would do the same. She and Doctor Bawb rarely disagreed on any science topic. Her Alzheimer's kicked in nine years ago, around the time Twice-Born Bush 43 banned U.S. stem-cell research. Wouldn't have helped MWTC but tell that to my kids. "What we have here," as Paul Newman's straw-boss nemesis in "Cool Hand Luke" said, "is a failure to communicate." My kid didn't get this way overnight.

It's a long, Byzantine story Doctor Bawb sooner would skip but must eventually tell. Not all at once since the appearance of whining drove me outta Bev Hills Shrinkery long ago. Involved are the LA County Children's Protective Services, Big Pharma, the Insurance Industry and a highly dubious "Trifecta" diagnosis of ADHD for all three of my kids, Cedars-Sinai's MC's psychiatric outpatient service and MWTC's terror of being found a medically negligant parent as the "supporting cast."

Relax. Doctor Bawb has no desire ever to see a Courtroom again other than on HDTV. Happy Ocars.

Like I said, eventually

Variations on a theme of "You break it, you own it."

To no avail, Doctor Bawb has been
warned about buying much less
wearing shirts such as the one to the right. Even his late, great dad once spluttered: "You're 40-years old, not a goddam teenager! I bet your patients love a doctor who wears T-shirts and tennis shoes!" "They do," I said but veered the conversation away from our shared loathing of Beverly Hills' "Couch Canyon" pretention. I could leave. Go home, which would leave dad to cope with with Mommie Dearest's variations on the theme of "Mister Ph.D!" But kids I'd test DID love my "wierd-for-a-white-doctor" get-up. They knew they had freedom to ask Dr. Bawb to repeat ANYTHING they didn't understand because "sometimes-I-talk-like-I-got-mush-in-my-mouth" - which I DO sound like. The kids never asked me to repeat anything. They understood me the first time because I shot straight with them from Introductions through Instructions forward. Kids are like that. Mostly it's grown-ups who get wierd - South Central through Bev Hills. My only clothing rules were [1] Being immaculate, and [2] The t-shirt or base-ball cap HAD to mean something to me. Which is why I deeply envy that Noam Chomsky T-Shirt [above] and would wear it in a heartbeat. Retired Shrink or not.

Chomsky [here's a better picture of the man] is an unlikely
T-Shirt subject. He's way older than Dr. Bawb and far more "self-destructive" in a different, more effective way than wearing Pittsburgh Steeler jerseys while testing kids. Chomsky is Linguistics Professor-emeritus at MIT who derived the Deep Structure theory of verbal communications http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_structure decades before becoming a Socratic corruptor of the youth, a semi-marginalized pain in the ass to polite society and, thus, a T-Shirt icon.

Late this afternoon I'd read Chomsky's decade-old article on Manufactured Consent. http://www.zmag.org/chomsky/articles/z9710-mainstream-media.html The sounds of the LA Laker-Phoenix Sun big-as-a-regular-season-gets game grabbed my easy-to-takeover interest. After the game, tuning to an expected repeat of MSNBC's Keith Olbermann, there was K.O. live - with a "BREAKING NEWS!" banner beneath.

And the news? The New York Times' story on John McCain's eight-year old May-December "thing" with a blonde Lobbyist will be Twice-Chewed Cabbage by the time anyone reads this. Don't get me wrong, here: Keith's as good as mainstream TV news gets. I remember him years ago as the sports guy on a high-rated local LA TV station. Bill Moyers on PBS's "Now" called Keith "TVs last honest newsman."http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/12142007/watch.html. And the point? Absolutely amazing how dead-on that Noam Chomsky's and Ed Hermann's "Manufactured Consent" was and remains. http://thirdworldtraveler.com/Herman%20/Manufacturing_Consent.html

Doctor Bawb shakes off 24-hr. case of Obama Comedown Syndrome!

Today's David Brooks column cured my brief, nasty bout of 24-hour O.C.S. I'll cop to yesterday's "Squeezed for time" disgusto by Senate Majowity Weader Hawwy Weid repulsing me past reason. That meant ignoring the counsel of my Chi-town buddy Joe O'Shaughnessy http://sprawlingramshacklecompound.blogspot.com/. Months ago, Joe wrote of Obama: "Never trust ANYONE who's a product of Illinois state politics." Bawb's total memory of Ilinois and Chi-town is decent pizza, the Art Institute and being ripped off $700.00 by a smirking garage owner who "fixed' my VW Beetle in 1970, stranding me at the YMCA five endless days.
10,000 pardons, Joe and everyone else. I got plucked like an Out-of-Town, Left Coast Rube. While hunting my dad's books for an FDR bio I haven't read, here's David Brooks on my dazed, confused 12 hours.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/19/opinion/19brooks.html?em&ex=1203570000&en=a37d78be1404f491&ei=5087%0A

It's plain embarrassing when Dr. Bawb keeps yammering on like a damn Tree-Frog on speed!

All too true. My sweet bride's not here to give the Gender Specific
"Robert-it's-time-to-go-home!" look. I do have my first-born's eyes glazing over if what I say or do exceeds the limits of her Hummingbird weltanschaaung. And there's my late, great dad: "Say Thank you, then get the hell off the stage!" Such training extends to writing two straight Blawg Entries on the Disability Movement. Enough already! Bad manners and Hillary are like Herpes Simplex. Best to move on. Both will be there in our respective "desperate 3:00AMs of the soul" as Scott Fitzgerald once wrote.

Maybe today's question should be: When was the exact moment that Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid [D. Nev] became less of a Man than Rep. Barbara Lee [D. CA]? [Or: "less of a person" for Feminist readers.] "There are Things man was not meant to know!" was the closing line of half the low-budget, 1950s sound-dubbed Japanese monster flicks that gobbled up Saturday afternoons like Pac-Man Dots as the future Dr. Bawb stared mindlessly at his parent's Hoffman E-Z Vision TV.
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Today Barbara Lee and other members of the End The War Now! caucus ran into [UNTIL FOREVER MORE HERE] Majowity Weader Hawwy Weid's new wimp-out for doing nothing about this ghastly mistake of war. Hawwy is "SQUEEZED FOR TIME." Lemme 'splain: All Out-of-Iraq stuff is now to go to a higher purpose: ELECTING MORE DEMOCRATS. Effing breath-taking, eh? You can read the slimeball details here. www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/18349197/the_chicken_doves/2. Complained the magnificant Rep. Barbara Lee: "I couldn't even get this [Resolution] through the Rules Committee last Spring!"

There you have it Sports and Religion fans: What's a few more GI's mutilated or killed so Nancy Pewosi [sic] and Hawwy Weid [sick] get
to hold onto and increase their power. Never trust a Chicken-Dove http://eddriscoll.com/archives/012808.php. As a lifelong By-My-Bare-White-Fingertips Jew as any Jew gets, it was dad who told me never forget forget that I'm Jewish. Never did during all 38-years married to my Sunday-School teaching bride. As true as this moment that promise remains in place. Assuming, as Isaac Bashevis Singer wrote, "To be Jewish is to believe in miracles," I s'pose I need one from Obama. Absent any miracles, a Democratic President with integrity will do fine.

"Disabled people in California live better in prison than out and free."

The Moderator of Friday morning's Disability Panel to which I was invited hit it dead-on. Gov. Arnold Schwarznegger [pictured right] is actually a silly millimeter's better than his recalled Democratic predecessor, Gov. Gray Davis. 7-11s have no fear of a SpazMobile-powered armed robbery [mine, at least] just to get 8-20 years of free secure housing, three meals a day plus health and dental care.

Dr. Bawb's in the 99th-percentile of California's Developmentally Disabled. I live in a house in a choice LA neighborhood. It's PAID FOR! My late, great dad bought it in 1954 for $26,000. He worked overtime to pay it off. Ex-attorney Paulette came THAT CLOSE to owning the place outright when dad died in 1988. A bright, young hustler can't find easier pickings than a blind, dying old man, his elderly wife and their D.D. son. Ex-attorney Paulette pled guilty to two Felony Counts, surrendered her Law License and spent ONE NIGHT in the Slam. The good news? Paulette's got two more strikes before she does serious time in one of Guv Gray's or Guv Arnold's Bechtel-built prisons. All this thanks to Law and Order pols like Governor Shwarznegger, Gray Davis and both Clintons. T'was Paulette's bad luck to pick the dad of the third Cerebral Palsied Psych Ph.D. in American history.

But how about thousands of D.D.'s no better nor worse than me who can't fend off hordes of scam artists? How about D.D.s as bright as my best day ever who are lucky if they have a BELOW MINIMUM WAGE sheltered workshop gig? Who's gonna speak for people like me who need help to drink from a full glass? And let's not even go near losing what little they do have to hustlers bright or dumb but have the same moral code as Ex-lawyer Paulette? Why Arnold and Bill and Hillary already speak for us. It's what they do. They speak for all us D.Ds. Trust them! The way my sightless, dying dad trusted Ex-Attorney Paulette.

So thanks Billary and Arnold! And lest a geriatric, diehard Pittsburgh Steeler fan forget: "Gee! Thanks, Mean Joe!"

"Congratulations, Dr. Aber. You can knock off your shaking act!"

The Disability Movement's come a long way since 1968. But that depends upon how we or, say, President Clinton defines "Long." Or "the" for that matter. In 1968 Prof. Robert MacIntye, my USC Committee Chairman, came out of the room where my Post-Doc Oral Exam had just been held, shook my hand warmly, winked and spoke the words above. Bob MacIntyre's sense of humor was then as warped as my own today. Long ago he moved on to better things at Canada's McGill University and a deserved Professorship. That was then, this is now. We Shoot (or Dump)first, ask questions later. On this morning's "Today Show," Brian Stermer, paralyzed and wheelchair-bound, told co-Host Meredith Viera how a Florida Officer dumped him out of his wheelchair in Traffic Court in the belief Stermer could stand but was faking a "paralyzed act." Stermer brought the Court videotape along.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23144420/.

These are not swell times for people like Stermer, for those like him or for most Americans in general. Stermer seems a resiliant guy who eventually will get on with his life. The California Regional Center for the Developmentally Disabled asked me to testify later this year on an 18% cut in funding for In-Home-Support-Services. Of course I will. These are minumum wage jobs and no fun for the semi-skilled people who take on the jobs. To repeat something I've said and written for decades: IF A POWERBALL LOTTERY EXISTED FOR DISABLED PEOPLE ONLY THROUGHOUT THE WORLD, I WOULDA WON IT. TWICE! Governor Schwarznegger, Brian Stermer and I have our private respective and collective "400 Blows" in common as do we all. Life ISN'T fair, as JFK observed - or was it speech-writer Ted Sorenson?

Personally I date the birth of the present Acceptable Nastiness to then Governor Reagan's remark about the Vietnam-era U.C. Berkley student stikes: "If there's to be a bloodbath, then let's get on with it!" Every presidential candidate since Poppy Bush haas made his/her obesience to President Ronald Reagan.

It is strange to me that a footnote in Geoffrey Ward's definitive FDR bio "A First Class Temperament" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghu_UCXC3Wchynn_b7TJEH-YP6Tz477Fx8-944Zvov1ckot7kSpsLrZUjFgks3Q-52k90kCAsJOZi5L0CYLMS_Z14kDkslVtc0UtCPJWb32fv26zI5YHVaHUkRiXdsr4WmOY4rPXlwEA0/s400/reagan18.jpg" border=0 describes the future 32nd President as follows: Assured of the 1920 Democratic Veep nomimination and accurately foreseeing a GOP landslide ahead, a pre-polio FDR begged
ost-W.W.I hero and Nobel nominee Herbert Hoover to declare himself a Democrat and storm the Convention. The Great Engineer refused. Two-years later FDR was polio-stricken, on his back, no better nor worse off than Proles Like Us. 32-years later, future president Dicko copied FDR and similarly back-stabbed Ike's presumptive Veep choice, Earl Warren, in favor of himself. Warren's Consolation Prize was getting the Supreme Court to vote 9-0 on "Brown v Board of Ed." Geoffrey Ward is a wheelchair guy like Stermer and me. We're no worse than 98-percent of y'all but then we're no damn worse either.

Barack still alive. Patriots still dead. Giggling Guru's 48-yard Nirvana-FG with seconds left is....WIDE AND TO THE RIGHT!!

Lost to America in the aftermath of Super-Bowl Sunday followed by Super Tuesday was check-out day for the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, 91, in the Netherlands The other night I watched another Guru-to-the-Stars tell Jeremy Piven on Jeremy's "Journey of a Lifetime." This holy man said L.A. is the world's #2-ranked Spiritual Center, behind only India and his insanely expensive celebrity Ashram. Http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/Mahesh_Yogi_First_Indian_mystic_to_give_jet-set-go_mantra/articleshow/2762842.cms. "Once is a Philosopher, twice is a Pervert," said Voltaire, philosphically to the Left of Author/Psychologist James Dobson, once a USC grad-school mate and whose fame long ago left Doctor Bawb in obscurity. To cop to a preference for obscurity would send one or two to the Diagnostic & Statistical Manuals in search of WTF's ailing Bawb now? Have at it and let me know what turns up. . No Matter, I digress as ever

What that Celebrity Guru said to Piven about L.A. remided me s a lot of what I remember the late Maharishi saying 40-years ago at L.A.'s Wilshire-Ebell Theater. This was soon after The Beatles' brief Transcendental Meditation period http://www.tm.org/ and was more than enough to send me and two buddies and me to the Maharishi's lecture in a luxurious old venue in LA's posh mid-Wilshire district.

Memories, mine for sure, are faulty. Add 40+ years' wear to what remains my decent but never photographic memory and nothing but unreliable recall presents. Elizabeth Loftus, still another Shrink colleague of infinitely greater reknown than Dr. Bawb was or will be [though she unfairly came to grief as Defense Witness for Scooter Libby] is the World Champeen of "false memory" researchers. http://faculty.washington.edu/eloftus/Articles/psytoday.htm. My buddy of longest standing confirms my recollection that the Maharishi's said ZIP that woulda been an Epiphany for him, me and most anyone that night. We recall the Maharishi giggled a lot. At everything; At what he said. What anyone asked. The lecture was a Free-Bee and so we got what we paid for. Maybe the Maharishi's giggling pointlessnes was "Guru Nerves." A bad night. Both buddies were, respectively, a world-class programmer and a highly-paid Tech Writer. I was working at UCLA's Space Biology Lab trying to figure out what to be when I grew up. Still, that giggle began to grate on others aside from we three. I was fidgety and impatient. Suddenly an audience member rose to his feet: "C'mon, man! Like what would you say to, say, Adolf Hitler after all his crimes?" Giggling gleefully, the Maharishi instantly replied: "I WOULD HAVE SAID TO MISTER HITLER THAT HE NEEDS TO MEDITATE." oI recall coming awake while the audience response was mostly gasps mixed with a few "Far out, man's!"

Here, my buddy of longest standing's memory differs with mine only in the details of timing. We agree on the substance. I recall my friend the Tech Writer who'd come straight from work and still wore coat and tie rising to his feet and, looking every bit the Junior Partner in an accounting firm, asked the Maharishi with a straight face and unequalled sincerity: "Excuse me, but are you from out of town?" The Maharishi's beatific smile vanished, instantly replaced by an expression conveying bewildered confusion and loss of aplomb. We three exited in helpless laughter before any authority, official or self-appointed, remembered to detain us or ask for a point of clarification. Cruel maybe, but fair - and making it to age 91 in Amsterdam doesn't strike me as an overly bad ending.

Finally Barack. Cynicism gave way to hope - Real Hope - that my three kids 20, 17 and 17 may have a better chance than I when I watching and then watching again the Black-Eyed Peas YouTube video based on an Obama speech from last week. It was enough to make me risk a broke heart. Again. YES WE CAN!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY

Stupor Wednesday: Barack still alive. Patriots still dead.Guru's 48-yard Nirvana FG try is up and ....WIDE TO THE RIGHT!!

Lost in Super-Bowl Sunday's aftermath [joining a tiny handful of these over-hyped scrums truly worth watching if you trust a Pittsburgh Steeler die-hard here] followed by Super Tuesday, yesterday also was check-out day for the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, age 91, in the Netherlands.

Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe! Tease-A-Tiger-And-It's-a-Fox-Show!!!

http://www.mercurynews.com/lifestyle/ci_7827401?nclick_check=1 Well
not just yet. OTOH a Northwestern University physicist did the math: Can a 350-pound Siberian Tiger leap 33-feet over a 12-foot fence to chew on the teens who tormented it? Sure can! http://arxivblog.com/?p=255. By now Creative Juices at Fox Entertainment noting Beavis and Butthead survived, have read and kinda understand Dr. Ryed's paper. Hmmm: Right Age- Demographic. If we can't teach them to read Cue Cards, we get Tracey Ullman to "Voice Over" for both of em! Yeah, those guys'll be stars by Sweeps-Time. By the way, what's Dennis Miller doing? Dennis, you'll recall has tumbled from Flat Earth Left icon with TV Talk Shows, book contracts, a Supporting Actor career and driving way expensive sports cars to his role as Designated Pronoucer of real hard words for Fox's Sean Hannity.


Dennis, like Doctor Bawb is from Pittsburgh. We of the For Now silent Steeler Nation tend to be loyal to a fault to our own. Absent a Super Bowl, the Burgh is nasty and depressing at this time of year. So when Dennis and his giant but fragile ego was signed up to be #3 in the Monday Night Foo'ball booth with LA's Al Michaels and John Madden.I'd heard the same bad stuff from two sources about Dennis, his new Porsche [or Lambo?] versus Dennis' staff of $400 a week writers at HBO/CBS TV City.
Believing in Rehab I thought: "Even MWTC called me a Putz when it fit. Maybe Dennis has wised up." Wrongo! Less important than Dennis pissing off a jangling cube of Ouch Nerves like John Madden was his Gatling-Gun assault of irrelevance on a TV audience like me. People who just wanted Dennis to STFU so they could watch on the damn game! Trust a voluntarily retired Spaz Shrink: Denny's analogies not only were flatter than Kelsey's Nutmeg, most of em were non-sequitors. Ain't nice to piss off your $400 a week writers by flashing YOUR new Porsche after accepting an Award that THEY WON!

With Dennis' career now in the crapper, it's all the Liberal Media's Fault! Hey, tomorrow's Stupor Bowl 42. I promised Miz Tara in South Carolina I'd sorta watch and verrrrrrrry reluctantly hope her Patz stay perfect. A promise is a promise which doesn't mean I have to overtly root for Coach Bellicheat and HIS Dennis Miller paranoia. Right Tiger?

"I hear those gentle voices singing 'Old Black Jew!" Henry Waxman, meet The Peter Principle

As Pacino, the ageing Godfather, said before the [choke!] halcyon Clinton Era, 'Every time I think I'm out I'm back in!' Now at that same age I can't get myself to join the 70+ percent of our Nation's voters joyous countdown to the instant we get to call Gee-Dub an Ex-Prez. Can't even get behind the pundits my age and older who plead 'awestruck' that our final Dem choices are a between a black man and a woman. Long ago, as a young, dumb USC Grad Student, the late Lawrence J. Peter handed me his manuscript to proof read and thus distract me from a bad time in my personal life. I 'proofed' the hell outta Larry's pages which
NO thanks to my efforts, became famous as "The Peter Principle." In one sentence the principle states: "Everyone rises to and forever remains at their own personal level of incompetence." Surely true in my life although Gee Dub is the current national, if not world, exemplar for the enduring truth of Professor. Peter's rule on a stage greater than my own. An equally true rule occurred to me while watching Candidates Clinton and Obama 'square off' a mile or two north of here the other night and scares the living Shi'ite outta me: Records are made to be broken. The choice Dems have is not principled black men like Randall Robinson of Trans-Africa or William Felton "Bill" Russell. The woman isn't Elizabeth Edwards or Representative Barbara Lee who cast the only vote in the entire U. S. Congress against the despicable Patriot Act. The choice is what it is. Great Caesar's Ghost, Kent! What a humungously Deep Thought!

We all screw up as Elizabeth Edwards' husband said repeatedly he had to the collective yawns of the media. Stigmata, John! Bleed from the damn palms! So did Henry Waxman, my Congressguy, who should give me not much to bitch about since Henry was the star of tonight's Bill Moyers' Journal http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/index-flash.html. Trust an ex-Shrink here, [even if Dr. Phil's newest doo-doo step casts doubt where more doubt is like bringing coal to Newcastle] http://everydaypsychology.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-dr-phil-actually-psychologist.html Henry Waxman was on his game. But playing against Peter Principle Doofi [does "Doofus" have a plural?] like Condi Rice, Blackwater CEO Eric Prince and a State Dept. two-digiteer named "Cookie" Krongard who recused himself from a big
dough Iraq Embassy construction contract when Henry told Cookie his brother's a Blackwater Board member. "Oh
...HIM!" Trouble with Henry, a 33-year straight-shooter, is he's eliminated from holding any office higher than being my Congressguy. The Peter Principle kicks in re Henry's forehead being as long as Dr. Phil's. Plus Henry's a short Jewish guy. He's whimsical as NYC's Mike Bloomberg but [A] Henry's not a Billionaire and [B] Henry's got this oddly Nixonian nose. Lucky for our Democratic Party choice, neither suffers the heartbreak of Nixon Nose.t




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