Wednesday, April 11, 2007


As I watched the ten women Don Imus and his cronies had so nonchalantly degraded on the air, I thought their press conference could have just as easily been held to introduce them to the nation as the newest team of NASA Astronauts. It wasn't just their matching jumpsuits or the obvious Serpo exchange image from "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind". It wasn't even the scene where McMurphy introduces his fellow mental patients as Doctors when they're busted just trying to truly go fishing in "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest". It was the fact that those girls could have been anything.

Girls Today. Members of the first diplomatic mission to another star system tomorrow.

Suspension of disbelief is not the sole property of Hollywood. It is a gift we should all exercise everyday.

I won't miss Bo Dietl, and Imus - trying to cover for the cohort who actually said the worst word of the day; one that starts with neither N or H, one that is truly too embarrassing to all Americans to ever be repeated - is finally getting what he deserves. They'll be lucky if their past actions result only in the same kind of judgment they handed out so easily to targets of Imus In The Morning - "NO ONE CARES!"

Bush is another story.

My Name is Michael Sterling, and I approved this message to - and for - Daughters everywhere.