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Radio legend, movie savant and genuinely nice guy Steve Friedman lost
his 5 year battle with kidney disease. Rest in peace, Mr. Movie!
Steve is survived by his wife, Michell Muldoon, and teenage daughter, Darragh. Both of them often joined Steve on his show in recent years. Darragh is a budding filmmaker and critic with a distinctive earthy voice with the same sharp wit as her father.
Sad news indeed. I've listened to him for many years. His voice
late at night while I was working was something I really looked forward
Once we were talking on the phone (personal call, not on the
air) about a movie being made based on a book I had read by L. Ron
Hubbard. He was just like his on air persona, wide ranging views and
information shot out with rapid fire speed. The talk then turned to
his views on Scientology as a cult. I learned a lot from him.
Although cause of death has not been announced most likely it was as a result of his battle with kidney failure.
As his listeners know his shows ended with ...
"Hug somebody today because you never know when they won't be around."
Click the Read More link for an OLLLLD picture of him from WCAU 10 that he shared with me.
Verse: A lot of brave men and women, Gave their lives so I could write this song. It’s about freedom, speaking your mind, The right to bear arms and be strong. It’s for the right, it’s for the left. All the people from the cities and farms. People who make this great country greater. Keep it free with the right to bear arms.
Chorus: We have the right to bear arms. It’s real we don’t have to pretend it. We have the right to bear arms, Up to us to defend it. It might not fit their agenda, If it’s not part of their plan. They can take the gun from this mother’s son, When they pry it from my cold, grey dead hand.
Verse: The Constitution formed a great union, Made a place where everyone can belong. Must have been written pretty damn well, For us to be around for so long. The First Amendment gave us the freedom, To speak and worship just as we choose. The Second guaranteed the way to stay free. Something that I pray we don’t lose.
Chorus: We have the right to bear arms. It’s real we don’t have to pretend it. We have the right to bear arms, Up to us to defend it. It might not fit their agenda, If it’s not part of their plan. They can take the gun from this mother’s son, When they pry it from my cold, grey dead hand. (Cryin’ freedom all over the land.)
It's been a real rough summer politically. The latest disaster is the so called Health Care Reform which has nothing to do with health care or reform but has ignited a firestorm of debate. Along with well intentioned citizens some extreme viewpoints on both ends have presented themselves. This parody deals with all of that.
You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies,
and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.
You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed
company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the
bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer
so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to
a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who
sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The
annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one
more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States,
leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public buys your bull.
You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the
milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of
an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create
clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them worldwide.
You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat only once a month, and milk themselves.
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
You have two cows. Come to think of it, they look more like a pair of
moose - in fact, yes they are. One speaks French, one speaks English.
One fights to create a new country, the other won't let it. They both
play ice hockey rather well.
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.
You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You
count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and
learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge an outrageous fee to others for storing them.
You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full
employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest and detain without
trial the journalist who reported the number of cows.
NEW ZEALAND CAPITALISM:
You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute...