Woodstock Reunion - Parr Meadows 1979

I went to this show and I have to say, the passage of time has been kinder to the recordings than my memories of the show had been. To me, it was a pale imitation of the original Woodstock with Steven Stills instead of CSNY, Leslie West instead of Mountain, Jorma instead of Jefferson Airplane, etc. Plus the ticket cost an unheard-of $35 (I smirk to myself as I write this).

In the "Spirit of the Original Woodstock," my friend GH and I were determined to get in free. We climbed the fence and ran in, under the nose of at least a squad of disengaged Suffolk Co. cops who barely looked up from their donuts.

Canned Heat's set was one of the highlights.

The show itself was mixed. I arrived at the end of John Sebastian's set.

Jorma Kaukonen had recently been estranged from Jack Casady so he and drummer Bob Steeler were playing Hot Tuna gigs as a duo. He'd gotten this Punk haircut and dyed his hair platinum blonde. Fans yelled "WHERE'S JACK?" through the whole set. They felt cheated, and rightfully so, that only 2/3 of Hot Tuna had shown up.

Michael Shrieve played this incomprehensible percussion/synth jam with synth genius Larry Fast. Technical difficulties kept several other members of the band from playing.

Many highlights, though. Stephen Stills played an impeccable set that made everybody forget about CSNY and focus on what a great guitarist and dynamic solo performer he was in his own right.

I remember being real impressed with Paul Butterfield, who was playing with Rick Danko of The Band. They played a mixed bag of Band songs and Blues, as I recall. They did a lot better with the Blues standards.

Paul Butterfield's playing really impressed me.

Leslie West solo wasn't Mountain but still damn good, although his set was not included in the King Biscuit recordings. I forget who he was playing with. I remember seeing him during this period at another gig at Ubie's OTJ (a local Rock club) with Busta C. Jones (later of Talking Heads) on bass and Dino Danelli from The Rascals on drums. He was a guitar god then, and remains so today.

Canned Heat really tore it up, as you can hear on the King Biscuit tapes. They were a band that were just consistently great whenever they played. They really don't get the credit they deserve and should be more popular than they are now. I think they're still playing gigs...?

But by far the best set of the day was by Johnny Winter who at this time was a headliner, at the peak of his popularity and his playing. He had the crowd eating of his hand and enjoyed interacting with them. When I recall how good Johnny was that day I have to smile, even so many years later.

Johnny Winter's set was easily the best of the day.

There were zero amenities or vendors that day at Parr Meadows, an unused, forgotten attempt at a racetrack in Suffolk County. It had never hosted a concert before and as far as I know, never did again. No food for an all-day show was not fun!

By the time the evening came most of the crowd had been without food and water for quite some time and were in an ugly mood. This was not helped by the obviously amateur concert Security staff, who roughly shoved people off the stage.

During Johnny Winter's set I had my elbows on the stage and some security goon roughly threw me off and I hit the ground with a loud, painful THUD! I got back up and latched on to the guys leg, fully intending to pull him off the stage and beat him. In hindsight I'm glad I didn't succeed.

By the time Michael Shrieve came on, the security staff and the audience were clearly at odds. There were significant technical difficulties during the transition and the crowd was close to open rebellion. Eventually they decided to start playing without guitar, bass and whoever else didn't play. As documented on the tapes it turned into this annoying free-form synth and percussion jam that did nothing to calm the crowd.

I guess a quick deal was made because by the time Shrieve had gotten three songs into his set there were members of the Pagans motorcycle gang lining the stage, replacing the concert security. They were the baddest guys going in those days and nobody with a lick of sense wanted to mess with them. My friend GH said that it looked more like an Altamont reunion than an event comemorating Woodstock.

Peace and love to all of you who were there. - GG

Crosby Stills & Nash - Jones Beach 8/20/10: Everything a Great Rock Band Should Be!

You would think, after more than forty years on the road, the Crosby Stills and Nash would lose their edge or their love of playing. That at some point gigs would become "Just another day at the office." That they would lose their desire and just live on their laurels as so many of the older Rock bands do. Well, if you did you'd be wrong. Judging by their show at Jones Beach last night, CSN aren't in danger of doing that anytime soon. To me they are, and remain, everything a great Rock band should be.

CSN have been idols of mine since the first Woodstock album came out.

"Great" is a word that is thrown about much too easily these days, especially when it comes to Rock and Roll. There are many young (and older) bands out there aspiring to the mantle, but last CSN showed once again while they are the template for a Great Rock band.

First, let's contemplate what makes a great Rock band.

Let's talk about songwriting. A great band has great songwriters and a large body of work. CSN easily qualifies in this category. They could play three nights in a row, never repeat a song and still put on a satisfying show. They have so many signature songs and so many huge hits that everyone knows they can't play them all in one night.

No other Rock band gets cheers specifically for their vocal harmonies!

Let's talk about singing. CSN have long been, and remain, the best-singing Rock band I've ever seen. OK, I saw them thirty years ago and their voices are a bit the worse for the wear and tear now. Their keyboard players have to carry the load on some of the high notes. But CSN still haven't lost their collective ability to harmonize and blend their voices with the unique beauty for which they are deservedly famous. In all the hundreds of Rock shows I've seen over the years, CSN is the only band I ever saw get cheers specifically for their vocal harmonies.

Let's talk about playing. While Crosby and Nash are certainly both competent instrumentalists, the real standout was Stephen Stills and his amazing guitar playing. When fans talk about the great Rock guitarists the name "Stephen Stills" rarely if ever comes up, but it really should.

Let's talk about showmanship. One thing that easily jumps out at you when you see CSN play is how they still love doing what they do. There is a lot of joy in their playing, maybe because they're older and they've learned to appreciate it more. But their enthusiasm comes across and it helps them engage the audience, who helped out on several sing-alongs.

But for all that, the thing that impressed me the most about CSN was how they have not been content to rest on their laurels. They are still writing new songs and performing new material. They are still very proudly liberal and anti-war, at a time when America needs to hear the message of peace. It needs to be said even more now than it did during the Sixties, because there are so fewer people out there saying it now. This was underscored by playing songs like "Chicago," "In Your Name" from the last tour and a new song, "Who Are These Men?" about the people who really run America.

To their credit though all three are two-time Rock and Roll Hall of Famers, CSN are not content to rest on their laurels. Nor have they muted their message of peace and love.

As far as songs, they did pretty much what they've been doing on this tour. They served up an abundant helping of old favorites like "Wooden Ships," "Long Time Gone, "Guinevere," "Woodstock" and "Southern Cross." They threw on some solo songs like "Military Madness and Buffalo Springfield songs like "Bluebird" and "For What It's Worth."

A new wrinkle in the band's set is that they are performing cover songs. As David Crosby put it, "We're playing songs we wish we had written." Hey guys, YOU WROTE SO MANY OF THE SONGS I WISH I'D WRITTEN!!! CSN really has no need to play other peoples' songs but they're doing it, as Crosby quipped, "Because the record company wants us to." I read in Rolling Stone that they're putting together an album of covers.

The cover material was well done, although some of the songs lent themselves to CSN's vocal style better than others. Their unique harmonies gave the Beatles' "Norwegian Wood" a whole new dimension. Another highlight was The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes." But CSN's treatment of The Stones' "Ruby Tuesday," Dylan's "Girl From the North Country" and the Allman Bros. staple "Midnight Rider" left me a little cold. It didn't annoy me as much as seeing Aerosmith spend half their show playing Blues standards, but to be honest would I rather have heard "Helplessly Hoping" and "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes."

But despite the minor flaws in the show, Crosby Stills and Nash remain everything a Rock band should be. They have a great acoustic thing, a great electric thing, and they're still relevant when many of their contemporaries have to play their hits in package shows like Hippiefest to get people to come see them.

It was hard to believe CSN couldn't sell out Jones Beach, because they are really a must-see.

Arcade Fire MSG 8/5/10 - Awesome in So Many Ways!

I cannot say enough good things about Arcade Fire last night at MSG (2nd night - thurs). The singing, the songs, the musicianship, the showmanship. The way the crowd seemed to know every word and sang along.

Their unique sound - "Stop Making Sense" Talking Heads meets "Think White Duke" period Bowie and ELO at Sonic Youth's house. In fact, David Byrne would probably agree because I saw him there Thursday night.

David Byrne from Talking Heads was in the audience, hobnobbing with fans.

My wife and I are not youngsters - we've been to literally thousands of musical events over the years, including many of the Rock legends. We are grizzled veterans and hard to impress. Arcade Fire had us spellbound.

We easily could have been the parents of most of the kids there but we still had a great time!

It's been years since I saw a band live and had to immediately go out and buy all their recordings but that's what I'm going to do today! That's how awesome they were.Hopefully they are the beginning of a long and stellar career.

Favorite moment: Encore when everyone in MSG was singing along. It gave me chills!

Opening act(s): Owen Pallett (eh) and Spoon (pretty good). Both acts would be much better in a smaller venue

If I Die Tomorrow (All Good Things)

Recently I got a phone call that my sister-in-law Liz had died. She was found slumped in her chair, her head down. Apparently she went peacefully. She had been sick for quite some time with a number of ailments but it was still a shock to learn of her death. My wife of course was devastated.

Funny thing about death. Once the initial shock of the news wears off, there is the sobering recollection of one's own mortality and the guilty relief that the Grim Reaper had come for someone else this time. Even so, it made me think about what I'd want to say to everyone when my turn comes. So, file this away for future reference.

IF I DIE TOMORROW

by George Gelish

I've enjoyed a rich, full life with most every important thing a man could ask for.

If I die tomorrow, I don't want anyone to be sad. I've always been a believer in the Gift of Salvation - I'll be headed off to a better place. I hope you'll miss me but believe me, life will go on. Keep me in your hearts until we meet again. There were so many of you that I've loved, although some not as well as I should have.

I've had a great run. I have some regrets but no complaints. I've enjoyed a rich, full life with most every important thing a man can ask for. I do not feel the least bit shortchanged. I really do hate to have to leave it all behind.

I was born into a wonderful family. My brothers Joe and Willee have been lifelong musical collaborators, not to mention my best male friends. I love you both so much. We've had some drama but only a fraction of what most families have. My parents were both extraordinary people. Helen greatly influenced me intellectually, especially in my Liberal political philosophy. Joe Sr. was a great role model - a strong, principled partiarch and someone I really looked up to. My love and gratitute to you both knows no bounds.

I've enjoyed the gift of friendship from so many people over the years. Even so, there were so many others I wish I could have gotten to know better in this life. The friendships I treasured the most were the ones that endured through the years - Rob and Craig, Wendy, Jay, Debi, Leo and yes you too Joel! Some I've lost touch with, some I've had fallings out with but In my life I've loved them all.

The two greatest blessings in my life are the two women in this picture.

My parents sent me not to one but two of the best schools America had to offer - La Salle Military Academy and NYU. C.W. Post was pretty good too. I've enjoyed being an educated man in the knowledge of my times. I enjoyed being at the birth of the Internet age when it really took off in the Nineties and growth seemed unlimited. It was the Gold Rush of our generation. I've had a lot of opportunities and enjoyed exploring many different things in my lifetime, some more successfully than others.

I got to live in the USA, which in my lifetime was the greatest nation in the world. I lived in a somewhat free society and enjoyed my place in it as one of the "haves." As an older white man of a certain socioeconomic station, people called me "Sir." I've never really been poor - I was broke at times but never impoverished. I was greatly blessed in that the times in my life when I had the least money were some of my happiest.

I worked a series of nice white-collar jobs that paid well, but I also worked at blue-collar jobs enough to appreciate how good I had it. I worked construction while I was going to graduate school, and learned at least as much on the job site as I did in the classroom. I learned what an honorable thing it is to carry a union card and earn a living with your hands. I learned how the amount of crap you have to take in your job is inversely proportional to how much money they're paying you. I used to say, "It's another fun day in the factory" at work to remind myself that I once did, how much it sucked, and how even a bad day at the office was better than working there.

I've graduated from not one but two of the greatest schools in America.

I lived, loved, laughed, partied and took care of business. I worked hard and played hard too. I got stinking drunk and high as hell. I took care of my responsibilities (mostly) and enjoyed guilty pleasures. I did good and I did bad; did right and did wrong; I won, I lost; grabbed the laurels and took the lumps. I've had ups and downs in my life but on the whole, mostly "ups."

I have loved and been loved by a truly extraordinary woman. What a blessing it was to have such a smart, loving, energetic, big-hearted wife - partner, lover, friend and muse. Terri was truly The Love of My Life and my Soul Mate. She bugged me, bossed me around, broke my balls, nagged me, challenged me, argued with me - she damn near drove me crazy at times. But in all the years we were together I was never, ever bored! Over a lifetime that is saying quite a lot.

I'm still amazed that any woman would ever have agreed to have my baby. Terri has been, to say the least, a wonderful mother. We bred and raised a fantastic daughter - truly the apple of my eye and my pride and joy. Of all the gifts I have been given in this life, I treasure Stephanie the most.

Over the years so many people told me how lucky I was, although I didn't really need them to. Well, sometimes I did. Although I didn't always show it no man ever loved a woman more than I loved Terri. Meeting her was the single biggest stroke of luck I ever had. What a loser I would have been without her!

I got to do my Rock and Roll thing and pursue my dreams to an age when most men had long given up on theirs. That's because I had a wife who "got it." She understood my passion - nurtured and facilitated it. She was both my inspiration and musical mentor.

Yes indeed, I was lucky. Whatever else people will say about me after I'm gone I hope they'll say, "He had a great life and he lived it well." Most importantly, I realized it. I knew how good I had it, and lived my life mostly in an "attitude of gratitude." Other people are richer, smarter, more famous, more charming, and better-looking. They live glamorous lives, jet-setting around and basking in the spotlight. I wouldn't trade my life for any of theirs.

My epitath.

If I wanted a tombstone (which I don't) it would have this inscription: "Here lies George - it didn't suck to be me."

Who Pays for Fouling the Planet?

The sad part is that dumbasses like this guy are still chanting "Drill Baby Drill!"

"Drill Baby Drill!"

Bill Epton (you can look him up) must have been turning in his grave when the Conservative Movement co-opted his slogan to advocate the corporate despoiling of the Earth at the 2008 Republican National Convention. ...And just to underscore the tone-deafness of the party as a whole, that chant was led by a Black man - RNC Chair Michael Steele. (When is this guy going to realize that he's just their houseboy and why would ANY Black person EVER be a Republican? But that's a discussion for another day.)

So... the day has finally arrived that all the "naysayers" and "tree huggers" warned would come. The Republican dogmas of "Free Enterprise" (give Big Business everything it wants) and "Smaller Government" (zero regulation) have at long last been brought to their logical conclustion. Mission accomplished!

The Gulf of Mexico is being fouled by worst oil spill in history. By some estimates every five days as much oil is being jetted into the Gulf as the previous worst disaster, the Exxon Valdez. That is, 11 million gallons of crude every five days, and it's been a month now. Do the math - it's already a half-dozen times worse than the 1989 spill with no end in sight. Even now, it is the worst ecological disaster in history.

It will take decades for the Gulf area to recover, if ever.

As bad as the environmental impact of the spill is, I fear the human toll will be much worse. Fishermen and anyone else who made their living on the Gulf might as well go find a new line of work right now. All the seafood will be poisoned for years to come. The toxic spill is already reaching the coral reefs so you can kiss them goodbye, and get ready for all the downstream consequences to the ecosystem that portends. The Mississippi river delta, one of the most firtle areas on Earth, will be fouled. The repercussions go on and on and on!

And WHY? Because BP and its subcontractor Global failed to take the proper safety precautions on the offshore rig, drilling the deepest offshore well ever attempted. The Global engineer told "60 Minutes" that some dumbass put a drill bit through a plug meant to cap the well in case of a blowout. He also reported that the crew was pressured to cut corners in estabilished safety procedures to make the rig more profitable. Now we have an underwater "gusher" that nobody seems to know how to cap.

And what is anybody doing about it? I don't understand why the President can't order the Navy to the scene and blow the well up. Isn't what they used to do in the old "wildcatter" days?" But no, I think the reason is that they want to save the well so BP doesn't have to drill it again. They can foul the whole Gulf of Mexico but God forbid the big oil company be denied its profits! Hey, wake up Mr. President and get the Seabees over there! If they're not all deployed halfway around the world, that is. The saddest part is that President Obama greenlighted additional offshore drilling just weeks before the rig exploded!

They can foul the whole Gulf of Mexico but God forbid the big oil company be denied its profits!

It has been disgusting to watch the oil executives point fingers at each other at the Congressional hearings. When I heard the BP executive (I forget which one) say that the spills damage to the Gulf has been "minimal," I was screaming at my TV! Put every single one of these motherfuckers in jail for Criminal Negligence and make BP pay every last penny of the damages.

Put every one of these liars in jail for Criminal Negligence!

Alas, that's not going to happen. If anybody had any doubt that the GOP is only here to represent Big Business, their behavior in response to this crisis has eliminated it. Their naked advocacy for Big Oil in the past few weeks has been shameless. Incredibly, they blocked the removal of liability limits for this massive disaster. And even if they are eventually removed we will pay the cost in the end because gas will go up to $7.00 a gallon. The nexus of Big Oil and Intelligence and Military power in this country will protect their own. Think this will slow down any new offshore drilling? Think again. What we have right now is Government of the Plutocrats, By the Plutocrats and For the Plutocrats.

Sorry, folks in Southern Louisina, Mississippi, Alabama and Gulf Coast Florida, you are basically fucked. And that's before the spill even gets into the Gulfstream and heads up the East Coast!

Rating the Mets' Managers

Hi All,

Like most Met fans I am feeling a real sense of relief and hope at our team's resurgence on the last 9-1 homestand. After starting the season looking like they were picking up where they left off last year, they finally have started to put something together and look like they might be competitive this year after all. I mean, you can hardly expect Met fans to have a "Wait and See" attitude after the last three dismal seasons!

But as we're looking ahead to good things this season, let's take a look back and talk about some of the Met managers through the years.

Casey Stengel - Casey was one of the all-time greats and on paper it was a good idea to put him at the helm of the new franchise. Problem was he didn't have much to work with, given a team of castoffs and has-beens. Plus it was still the era of the Reserve Clause with no free agents to be signed. Casey has always been one of my favorite Baseball characters. Yogi Berra has done a lot to redefine the English Language but he learned everything he knows from Casey.

Casey: "Can't anyone here play this game?"

Gil Hodges - Without a doubt, Gil Hodges was the greatest Met Manager. While they were more successful under Davey Johnson, Hodges was the chief architect of the 1969 miracle! I've never heard of a big-league manager before or since who walked out onto the field and pulled in one of his starters for dogging it. Especially not one of his star players like a Cleon Jones. But Hodges was one of those coaches, like a Bobby Knight, who were demanding and tough but whom all his players seemed to love. He died way too young, which probably adds to his legend.

Gil Hodges (l.) is the greatest Mets manager, presiding over the 1969 "miracle."

Yogi Berra - Anothe rone of Baseball's great personalities Yogi took the Mets to the pennant in the 1973 "You Gotta Believe" season. Yogi has forgotten more about baseball than most people will ever know, but he has never gotten his due as a manager of the Mets and certainly not as manager of the Yankees. Yogi is a man of integrity. When Steinbrenner committed to him for the whole season and fired him two weeks later, he stayed away from the Stadium for years!

Joe Torre - Joe was just cutting his teeth as a manager at that point in his career and was not yet what he became later as Yankees Manager. Add to this the fact that he managed during the dreadful Lorinda DeRoulet years, when the club was too cheap to spend on talent.

Davey Johnson - The most successful Met manager, the team never finished worse than 2nd in his six full seasons at the helm. Johnson was the prototype of the modern baseball manager, using his computer to crunch statistics and calculate probabilities. The methods he pioneered are now utilized by every team in Baseball.

Davey Johnson is the most successful Mets manager.

Bud Harrelson - A beloved personality of the 1969 Miracle Mets, Buddy was never really given a chance as manager for parts of two seasons. Has since vindicated himself as owner/manager of the L.I. Ducks in the NY/Penn League.

Dallas Green - Overall, Green was a crappy manager. He got lucky once in 1980 with the Phillies when he had guys like Pete Rose, Mike Schmidt and Steve Carlton on his roster. But as manager of both the Mets and Yankees, Green presided over some pretty forgettable seasons. He was way too much of an old-school disciplinarian and couldn't relate to the players. It didn't help much that he had jerks like Vince Coleman, Brett Saberhagen, Jeff Kent, Jeromy Burnitz and Bobby Bonilla on those Met teams.

Bobby Valentine - Another great Met manager who doesn't really get his props. He could have gotten to the World Series in 1999 had Kenny Rogers not stunk it up in Game 6 of the NLCS. He helmed the team to the historic 2000 "Subway Series," but lost. The WS loss was followed by an injury-plagued 2001 season, then the 2002 team totally quit on him and set an NL record for consecutive home losses. Later, Valentine totally vindicated himself with his subsequent successes in Japan. In recent years there's been some talk about bringing him back and I hope they do.

Art Howe - Absolutely the worst Met manager in the history of the club. He let the veterans walk all over him and run the team. He had no idea how to handle the pitching staff. I got so sick of seeing Al Leiter and his four and five-inning starts, then overtaxing the bullpen into oblivion. He would even overuse a washed-up John Franco, who should have been retired by then. Howe made some of the most boneheaded on-field moves ever. Totally clueless and incompetent - No wonder Oakland was so eager to get rid of him!

Wille Randolph - I love Willie Randolph. He is a class act all the way, in victory and defeat. He was a gentleman throughout his tenure as Mets skipper and I hope he gets another shot at managing someday. He ran a tight ship and the players didn't like it. He was a good baseball man and cared about winning. Made one seriously boneheaded move - letting Cliff Floyd pinch hit and probably costing the Mets the '06 NLCS. Unfortunately for him, he then presided over the inexplicible collapse of '07 from which the Mets have yet to recover.

Willie Randolph has always been a class act.

Jerry Manuel - After a slow start in '08 they kicked Willie Randolph to the curb and got this clown. After two atrocious seasons he really should be gone by now. The team quit on him in '08 and they quit on him in '09. He makes way too many dumbass moves on the field and does an atrocious job managing the pitching staff. Worst of all he never shows any emotion, especially after a painful loss. I want my manager to have a fit like Billy Martin and kick some asses at those times!

The Haves and the Have-Nots (The Two Americas)

I look at the TV your America's doing well,
I look out the window My America's catching hell,
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?

I change the channel your America's doing fine,
I read the headlines my America's doing time,
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?
- Living Colour, "Which Way to America"em>

Hi Again,

As I move through this world and live my life I am often oblivious to things around me that should be glaring, and it slapped me in the face on my recent trip to Myrtle Beach.

Former Presidential candidate John Edwards used to talk about "Two Americas," one in which the "haves" live in a very nice style while everyone else is struggling. I guess you could classify me as one of the "haves." Although I'm certainly not rich by American standards I would consider myself upper middle-class. I am an educated person with a nice home, a nice white-collar job that pays well and a wife who is clearly out of my league.

Right down the road for me immigrant workers are lining up for work.

Here in the quiet, mostly white suburb of Melville, it all looks very rosy and I don't think about what's going on in the streets just a few miles away. Drive a few miles north on Route 110 and suddenly you're in the Ghetto! Huntington Station is one of the worst crime spots and centers of gang activity on Long Island. If you get on Route 110 any morning and drive about two miles north you can see all the immigrant men standing on the side of the road, hoping to get a day's work.

My wife and I recently drove from Long Island to Myrtle Beach, SC. The journey mostly looked like the Interstate, with its massive structures and rest stops. But then we got off the interstate and took Highway 501 South from Conway, SC to Myrtle Beach and it was a real eye-opener. It was a barren highway littered with abandoned structures along the roadside; the wreckage of what once was a thriving economy. Each one of these abandoned buildings represented a failed business - someone's hopes and dreams dashed on the rocks of financial ruin. The kept coming every couple of miles, one after another. Sometimes they were situated in clusters.

The highway from Conway to Myrtle Beach was littered with abandoned businesses.

Even in Myrtle Beach, it was mostly big chain stores and big-money attractions. The Applebees, Planet Hollywoods seemed to be thriving while the strip was littered with the remains of small Mom-and-Pop restaurants. Yes there were some left, but there seemed to be far fewer than when I started going there back in the Nineties.

The shopping areas could have been the Walt Whitman Mall (such irony in that name!) right here at home. It's amazing how they have a sameness to them, perhaps by design. The days when different areas of the USA offered unique shopping experiences are coming to an end. You can still find them if you look but it gets harder every year, and one day soon they will disappear altogether.

The drive down 501 from Conway to Myrtle Beach and then north on Highway 14 on the way home reminded me all too well that there is another America that I'm not a part of. The America where people walk away from their homes because their mortgages are underwater. The America where your employer only lets you work 33.5 hours every week so they don't have to pay you benefits. The America where the hospital Emergency Room is your primary care physician. The America where entire rivers are fouled with toxic coal ash because the government believes in "deregulation." The America where mine workers die because the owner is too greedy to allow them to unionize.

This is what happens when you let Big Business do whatever it wants!

We live in a country where Big Business rules, and it's only going to get worse. With the Supreme Court ruling that allows businesses to put unlimited money into political campaigns, their unfluence will become unlimited as well. Look for some truly heinous legislation to come starting two or three years from now. These people want to go back to the Gilded Age - child workers and robber barons. They want their colossal corporations to be near or total monopolies so that no small businesses can compete. The Government likes to talk about helping small businesses but it's mostly lip service. They want the so-called "Free Enterprise" the Republicans like to talk about so much (translation: let Big Business do whatever it wants and screw everybody else).

Thanks a lot, John! ...And say hello to Rielle for me, willya?

Yes indeed, there are "Two Americas." It's too bad the political conversation can't be had now because John Edwards couldn't keep it zipped.