Notes From A Sick Bed

Between the surgery and the flu, I have been pretty much housebound for a few weeks now. Between coughing, sneezing, taking meds and doing the hand exercises prescribed by the physical therapist, you wouldn’t think I’d have time to also be annoyed on an hourly basis by external events. But God, in putting me through Job’s trials, has not even spared me that.

For instance, David Ortiz, the 38-year-old designated hitter for the Boston Red Sox has been negotiating a new contract. He has asked for a multi-year deal, but because of his advanced age, the team has been reluctant to oblige. Mr. Ortiz is certainly within his rights to ask for the moon, but it’s the basis of his demand that has me reaching for the double strength Tylenol. It seems that Ortiz, who has been a major leaguer for 17 seasons and received $112 million in salary, exclusive of endorsements which, last year alone, brought in an additional five million, is requesting the multi-year deal for the security it would provide! I’d say Ortiz gives a whole new meaning to financial “insecurity.”

Whenever I read about prisons dumping inmates because of over-crowding, I find myself asking why Obama never mentions prisons when he yaks about funding for infrastructures. God knows we have enough roads and bridges. We merely have to maintain them. It’s obviously prisons that are in dangerously short supply.

I know a lot of people whose favorite TV show was “Monk.” I liked it, but I didn’t love it. Its strong points were its star, Tony Shalhoub, its novel mysteries and the fact that, for once in a TV crime show, the police captain wasn’t either corrupt or stupid and acting as a stumbling block to the gifted detective.

What I didn’t like is that the producers lacked respect for the viewers. For instance, we were told that it was the murder of his beloved wife Trudy that turned Monk from a normal person into an obsessive-compulsive, but subsequent flashback episodes showed him to be suffering from an advanced case of OCPD (obsessive compulsive personality disorder) when he first meets his future wife in college. When she first brings him home to meet her parents, she even has to slice his food for him and make certain the various items on his plate don’t touch.

It also bugged me that in addition to his various fears and phobias, the producers felt compelled, for no discernible reason, to make Monk as miserly as Jack Benny’s classic tightwad persona. But, unlike Benny, it was never funny. It merely made him look small and petty. For instance, when his assistant Natalie, a single mother with a young daughter, pleads for her overdue salary, Monk blithely turns her down. But, as we later discover, Natalie’s adoring parents are San Francisco millionaires, so she might just as well be paying Monk a salary.

On one occasion, Monk even stiffs a young neighbor who has babysat a dog for him.

Maybe it’s just me, but I have this feeling that if I knew the show’s producers, I wouldn’t like them.

As I recently wrote, the announced retirement of Henry Waxman is a good thing because it removes 40 years of seniority from the left side of the House aisle. Still, when people speak of term limits, 20 isn’t usually the number they have in mind, but I suppose it’s better than no limits at all. As I pointed out, however, change is not a synonym for improvement, as Obama has proven over the past five years.

Now, lest you think I was too pessimistic when I suggested that breaking out the confetti and party hats was premature, none other than Sandra (“Somebody has to pay for my damn birth control pills!”) Fluke has announced she is considering running for Waxman’s seat!

To this day, like-minded people keep sending me emails questioning Obama’s religion and his birthplace. Inasmuch as I have already declared that the only portion of the Constitution to which I object is its prohibition of the foreign-born to be President, I personally don’t really care about his background. Knowing he was a product of Chicago politics was more than enough for me. If the worst thing about Obama is that he’s an Arab, a Muslim or was born in Kenya, we’d all be a lot better off. Better an ex-Kenyan than an ex-community organizer. After all, nobody questions the religion or birthplace of Harry Reid, Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Charles Schumer, Maxine Waters or Dick Durbin. The problem with them and with Obama is that they are devout left-wingers, which makes them all fascists at heart.

They will all lie, cheat and steal, in pursuit of their ends because they all subscribe to the Marxist maxim that the ends justify the means.

And the end, as we have seen over the past several years, is the fundamental transformation of America from a shining city on a hill to a Soviet-like slum, where few speak Russian, but you still have to hit a button on your phone if you wish to speak English.

©2013 Burt Prelutsky. Comments? Write BurtPrelutsky@aol.com.

Author Bio:

Burt Prelutsky, a very nice person once you get to know him, has been a humor columnist for the L.A. Times and a movie critic for Los Angeles magazine. As a freelancer, he has written for the New York Times, Washington Times, TV Guide, Modern Maturity, Emmy, Holiday, American Film, and Sports Illustrated. For television, he has written for Dragnet, McMillan & Wife, MASH, Mary Tyler Moore, Rhoda, Bob Newhart, Family Ties, Dr. Quinn and Diagnosis Murder. In addition, he has written a batch of terrific TV movies. View Burt’s IMDB profile. Talk about being well-rounded, he plays tennis and poker... and rarely cheats at either. He lives in the San Fernando Valley, where he takes his marching orders from a wife named Yvonne and a dog named Angel.
Author website: http://www.burtprelutsky.com/
  • RickonhisHarleyJohnson

    I too, liked Monk. Enjoyed the shows with Natalie (Traylor Howard) better; thought she was more sympathetic than his first assistant Sharona (Bitty Schram). Speaking of screwed up writers; I really liked Burn Notice. But, boy oh boy, they couldn’t be satisfied with the campy style of the first 5-6 seasons. The last season turned dark and nasty. I suspect they wanted the CIA/NSA/etc. to look as bad as possible. I kept expecting to see Robert Redford’s name show up in the credits!

  • Concernedmimi

    I can tell you are really feeling miserable. Hope you get well soon. Still you haven’t lost your touch to articulate accurately the persona of these incompetents running our country. As far as their philosophy that the ends justify the means is spot on; quote: I have a pen and I have a phone! A banana and a butt scratcher would work just as well.