The Bank

Incompetence and abuse of power like this belongs on sitcoms, not at the World Bank (or the Attorney General's office, or the White House, or FEMA, or USDOE . . .)

Democrats: There are a lot of choices out there. . .

The democratic debate last night had me thinking about the scene from Whit Stillman's "Last Days of Disco" when Alice and Charlotte are looking down over a huge dancing throng and one of them muses (somewhat wistfully),

"There are a lot of choices out there."

As a life-long Democrat, I have had many opportunities to be dissapointed by our party's habit of stumbling all over ourselves when given the chance to shine. An old Sat Night Live skit mimicking the Bush-Daddy/Dukakis debate said it all for me. After Dana Carvey's dead-one Bush rambles incoherently, Jon Lovitz's Dukakis mutters,

"I can't believe I'm losing to this guy."

This is a talented field of candidates. My early crush on Richardson wained a bit tonight. The "big three" all did well but the one who I would chose if I had to right this minute was-- Hillary. (Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am by that). But she was posed, prepared and knowledgeable. We are ready for "the best and the brightest" to come try and clean up this mess the Bushies have made, yes?

Hillary gave an answer to the health care question that really resonated with me and I NEVER hear people talk about it -- those of us in the middle class who have health insurance who also need health care relief. I have a good job with a decent salary, but after being diagnosed at age 44 with Inflammatory Breast Cancer, a particularly aggressive form of the disease, I found that even my company's excellent insurance was not enough. My treatment cost almost a quarter of a million dollars and I paid over $20,000 out of pocket in co-payments and related costs. Every one of us in the middle class is just one catastrophic health crisis away from losing everything we work so hard for. Reform has to be more than just universal coverage.

Stay tuned. It's not too soon to be paying attention.

We are the deciders. Molly Ivins said so.

Molly Ivins has always been my favorite newspaper columnist and finding out that she and I had the same rare form of cancer, (Inflammatory Breast Cancer, or IBC) only made her even more inspirational if that is possible. I saw Molly in person years ago at the SXSW music festival in Austin Texas. She sat in with the world-renowed rock band, "The Rock Bottom Remainders" (http://www.rockbottomremainders.com) which includes Dave Barry, Ridley Pearson, Stephen King, Scott Turow, Amy Tan, James McBride, Mitch Albom, Roy Blount, Jr., Matt Groening, and Kathi Kamen Goldmark. People more commonly known for their bookwriting skills (but they HAVE played with Bruce Springsteen (so in my book, they are utterly, completely - IN!) Molly didn't really sing that night -- unless you consider what Rex Harrision did with his songs in My Fair Lady singing. SHe did a more of a Ginsbergian-Howl-cadenced rant, which she read off what looked to be a bar napkin. Of all the memories that chemo has washed away, the specifics of that night are some I would pay dearly to get back. (OK, maybe I can't blame chemo on the memory cells lost that night. Instead, I will blame it on the evil Hacking Cat Productions gang who forced me to drink heavily through out that vacation. I also forgot that I saw Junior Brown at the Continental Club play "My wife thinks youre dead." But it came flashing back to me when he came to St Pete.

Molly Ivins checked out last month after living seven years with IBC. As she said herself, "It was a good run."

A friend of Molly's wrote that her greatest words of wisdom came with three children's books she gave his son when he was born.
" In "Alice in Wonderland," she offered, "Here's to six impossible things before breakfast." For "The Wind in the Willows," it was, "May you have Toad's zest for life." And in "The Little Prince," she wrote, "May your heart always see clearly."

Now those are some words to live by. The last column she wrote was not a walk down memory lane or an Oscar-style thank you speech. IT was a call to arms. It was angry. And not just at the idiots in charge. She is angry with us for watching from the sidelines. "We are the deciders!" she cries. Raise hell! Hit the streets!

It is not to late to start paying attention. Start reading newspapers and watching CSPAN, Olbermann and Face the Nation. Make Real Time with Bill Maher and The Daily Show required viewing and realize that while they are making jokes, the situations they are calling attention to are real, and scary, and that we are all just one freak storm away from living the Katrina life. really.

Make Molly proud. It is not too late to be one of the deciders.

oh, and that last column? Here it is. . . Read it and don't weep. ACT!

Molly Ivins is a nationally syndicated columnist.
Ivins: Stand up against the surge
POSTED: 4:59 p.m. EST, January 11, 2007

(CREATORS) -- The purpose of this old-fashioned newspaper crusade to stop the war is not to make George W. Bush look like the dumbest president ever. People have done dumber things. What were they thinking when they bought into the Bay of Pigs fiasco? How dumb was the Egypt-Suez war? How massively stupid was the entire war in Vietnam? Even at that, the challenge with this misbegotten adventure is that WE simply cannot let it continue.

It is not a matter of whether we will lose or we are losing. We have lost. Gen. John P. Abizaid, until recently the senior commander in the Middle East, insists that the answer to our problems there is not military. "You have to internationalize the problem. You have to attack it diplomatically, geo-strategically," he said.

His assessment is supported by Gen. George W. Casey Jr., the senior American commander in Iraq, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff, who only recommend releasing forces with a clear definition of the goals for the additional troops.

Bush's call for a "surge" or "escalation" also goes against the Iraq Study Group. Talk is that the White House has planned to do anything but what the group suggested after months of investigation and proposals based on much broader strategic implications.

About the only politician out there besides Bush actively calling for a surge is Sen. John McCain. In a recent opinion piece, he wrote: "The presence of additional coalition forces would allow the Iraqi government to do what it cannot accomplish today on its own -- impose its rule throughout the country. ... By surging troops and bringing security to Baghdad and other areas, we will give the Iraqis the best possible chance to succeed." But with all due respect to the senator from Arizona, that ship has long since sailed.

A surge is not acceptable to the people in this country -- we have voted overwhelmingly against this war in polls (about 80 percent of the public is against escalation, and a recent Military Times poll shows only 38 percent of active military want more troops sent) and at the polls. We know this is wrong. The people understand, the people have the right to make this decision, and the people have the obligation to make sure our will is implemented.

Congress must work for the people in the resolution of this fiasco. Ted Kennedy's proposal to control the money and tighten oversight is a welcome first step. And if Republicans want to continue to rubber-stamp this administration's idiotic "plans" and go against the will of the people, they should be thrown out as soon as possible, to join their recent colleagues.

Anyone who wants to talk knowledgably about our Iraq misadventure should pick up Rajiv Chandrasekaran's "Imperial Life in the Emerald City: Inside Iraq's Green Zone." It's like reading a horror novel. You just want to put your face down and moan: How could we have let this happen? How could we have been so stupid?

As The Washington Post's review notes, Chandrasekaran's book "methodically documents the baffling ineptitude that dominated U.S. attempts to influence Iraq's fiendish politics, rebuild the electrical grid, privatize the economy, run the oil industry, recruit expert staff or instill a modicum of normalcy to the lives of Iraqis."

We are the people who run this country. We are the deciders. And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war. Raise hell. Think of something to make the ridiculous look ridiculous. Make our troops know we're for them and trying to get them out of there. Hit the streets to protest Bush's proposed surge. If you can, go to the peace march in Washington on January 27. We need people in the streets, banging pots and pans and demanding, "Stop it, now!"

Inflammatory Breast Cancer Newscast Gets 10 Million Hits

Wow. I was surprised to see that this story on the cancer I have has aroused such interest. Perhaps there will now be more interest in a cure for all of us. Check out the original video by clicking on the title of this post.

SEATTLE - On May 7, Seattle's KOMO 4 News' Michelle Esteban reported on a little-known type of breast cancer that is difficult to detect: inflammatory breast cancer.

Little did we know the impact the story would make.

In the weeks after the story aired, some people wrote an e-mail to their friends warning them about the cancer, and then urging them to watch the video of our 6 minute segment.

Those friends forwarded it on, and then those did the same. The e-mail spread like wildfire across the globe. It's even been posted as truth on popular Urban Legend sites such as Snopes.com, Urbanlegends.About.com, and www.truthorfiction.com

We've also seen hundreds of e-mails from people asking for more information, and we're told that IBC support groups have been getting a lot of people calling with questions.

As of Thursday morning, amazingly, the video has been accessed a total of 10 million times, and has helped shed light on the important subject to several news agencies across the nation and world.

We continue to hope the video helps provide important life-saving information and helps bring more awareness to a subject that not many people knew about.

To read Michelle's story and to view the video, go to our IBC site at www.komotv.com/ibc. We encourage you to e-mail the link to whoever you'd like, but please use the www.komotv.com/ibc link in your e-mail.

NPR's My Cancer and MY CANCER: Parallel Universe?

I suppose I like reading other people's blogs more than posting in my own regularly. One that I enjoy most is MEDIA IN THE MIRROR, written by St. Pete Times media critic, Eric Deggans. Now that I am moderating another blog for the Times' younger readers, I can see who has recently posted from our family of bloggers and the faux-ADHD part of me goes, "ooow, what's that?!?" Early this morning, after reviewing and posting student comments on our Summer Times Reader blog, I clicked over to read Eric's latest post, Can Cancer Struggle Make Good Radio?

Eric's entry posed the question that I often asked myself when working on my blog, Jillabuster. Just how much do people really want to know about "My Cancer"? When I was diagnosed with a particularly lethal form of breast cancer in Sept. 2004, I thought my blog and web site would be good resources to send my friends and family to for information and updates during my treatment. But I found myself hesitating to write about the bad stuff. No one wants to read about that, I thought. Why depress people? So my posts were few and far between and probably did not do much to inform folks about how I was doing.

My blog and website became a repository for my other interests: Springsteen, politics, FSU Football and recipes. One thing I discovered was that I really didn't like being defined as, "the one with the bad cancer."

But boy, am I interested in reading other cancer warriors' accounts.

Leroy Siever's My Cancer series and blog drew me in from the minute I heard about it and the former executive producer of ABC's Nightline (back when it was Koppelicious) did not disappoint. One statement in particular jumped out at me:

"For those of us directly affected, cancer opens up a whole new world. I like to call it a parallel universe. It looks like the regular world, but it's very, very different. It's populated by other patients with whom you share war stories. 'What drugs are you on?' 'How are your side effects?'"

That parallel universe was mine! Although my family, friends and co workers were incredibly supportive during my 12 months of treatment, there really was a world where in some ways I felt more at home. At Gulfcoast Oncologists, I could walk into the chemo room and actually breath a sign of relief. No need to fake it here. Morbid jokes? No problem! Feel like pulling the wig off? Go right ahead. No one here gives a second look at bald (or breastless) women. When fellow Times employee, metro editor Barry Bradley wrote a series about his final days living with lung cancer, he spoke of the chemo infusion room like it was a quiet, sad place:

"People don't chat much in the infusion room. There's the woman alone with her John Grisham book, the man who is taking a nap, a woman doing some kind of knitting. We all know why we're there and we have little reason to discuss it."

My colleagues at the Times, Gretchen Letterman and Jill Deisler, both had been with me to chemo at the same place where Barry received his treatment. We all marveled at the different take Barry had on place I viewed as a combination coffeehouse, therapy session and sanctuary. Barry and I were in treatment at the same time, and met because of this. We would stop and chat about our treatments when ever we saw each other for the next few months and I got to know him a bit through that lens. Although his thoughts on Gulfcoast's chemo room were nothing like mine, we were in agreement about the expertise and kindness of the staff there. His "war stories" as Siever calls them, were profoundly different from my own but his experiences gave me great insight into this universe I now inhabited.

Which is why the following comment from a reader of Eric Deggans's blog struck me cold when I read it this morning:

i suppose some people can gain insights from these kinds of maudlin reports. however, i find them more than a bit self indulgent. millions of poor people get fatal diagnoses every day, but they don't have access to media where they can publicly engage in personal therapy to help them get through.

then when these poor reporters inevitably die after leaving behind their final dramatic thoughts, they are, well, always simply forgotten.

harsh? yes. but am i wrong?

uh, yeah.

When Barry wrote about his struggle with lung cancer, the comments poured in and they were not just from those of us living in the parallel universe. They came from our caretakers, our co-workers, our bosses, our neighbors, our friends, our families, our lovers. Believe me, they want to know what is going on in a cancer patient's head. Because most of us aren't telling the whole story. And they know it.

And "Self-indulgent"? Lord help us.

This must be the same guy who thinks I'm lucky because I get to use handicapped parking now.

That's right, buddy, I endured a year filled with rounds of dense dose chemo, chemically-induced "freight train" menopause, image-altering surgery and hair loss, more cancer found, more chemo, and finally, the creme-de-la-creme of treatments, daily radiation/chemo combos for weeks on end -- AS A SCHEME TO GET A BETTER PARKING SPACE??!?!?

Apparently, this guy lives in the same parallel universe as a security guard at work who stopped me one morning on my way into the Times building. I needed to pick up some materials for a workshop I was presenting later that morning. Because I was running late and already exhausted just from getting ready for the day, I pulled into the handicapped parking space in our visitor's lot. Any steps I could save would help me get through what was sure to be a challenging day.

Anyway, the guard stops me as I am passing through security and asks, "Ma'am, what kind of handicap do you have?"

Dumbfounded, I found myself stammering a reply, "Breast cancer, . . . late stage," (as if that would make me more worthy of a handicapped space).

But he didn't stop there. I guess I had done a good job with my wig and makeup (usually the no eyelashes/no eyebrows gave me away) because he then asked me if I had a handicapped sticker on my car.

"Of course," I replied, and started to move toward the elevators.

But the handicapped parking vigilante was hardly finished with me. "Well ma'am, we have to be careful that people who aren't handicapped don't use those spaces, and you just didn't look too handicapped coming in from the lot."

If he only knew the mental pep rally I gave myself every time I stepped out in public. ("Be energetic! Smile! Don't feel sorry for yourself!") Do you think he might be well served to read about a cancer patient's experiences? Even if it happened to be a member of the main-stream-media? Apparently, working at a major media outlet doesn't give you a free pass-- even into your own building! (NOTE: This one person does not in any way reflect the service of the rest of the fantastic professional security team where I work. They were some of the most supportive and caring members of the Times family upon my return to work).

So, speaking as one of the "millions of poor people (who) get fatal diagnoses every day, but don't have access to media where they can publicly engage in personal therapy to help them get through. . ." that "formerly mr anonymous" refers to in his post to Deggan's blog, I say,

You don't speak for us. You don't speak for the legions of friends and family who are going through our cancer journey with us. And since you don't have the nerve to sign your real name, "formerly mr anonymous," you don't even count as one person to me. So lay off all us cancer patients, buddy. Go find a puppy to kick.

Back with a Vengeance

I know, I've been off the ranch for a while, but I'm back! Between Bush's foibles, a new Springsteen CD and, uh, Spring . . . I actually might have a take for a change. Stay tuned!

Did you get a pony for Christmas?

Merry Christmas, everyone. Here is my gift for you. Click on the title of this post to read MY MOST MISERABLE MERRY CHRISTMAS, a favorite story from my childhood. Then, I loved it because like the young boy in the story, all I ever wanted was a pony for Christmas (or any other day of the year). But as time passed its theme has become my personal philosophy: I want the pony or nothing. To me it is all about not settling. Being determined and focused and honest about what you need from the universe.

Written by one of America's greatest journalists, LINCOLN STEFFENS, it is actually a chapter from his autobiography. Steffens was one of the original muckrakers, back when that word had a more noble connotation. He wrote sensational articles exposing municipal corruption; they were later collected in The Shame of the Cities (1904), The Struggle for Self-Government (1906), Upbuilders (1909), and other volumes. His autobiography (1931) contains not only personal reminiscences but also some keen insights on the leftist movements of his era. It is a wonderful read if you ever come across it. I found this copy in Haslams, a great local bookstore in St Pete.

Even if you are not shopping for a new way of life, this is a magical story to read during the holidays. Let me know what you think, and post a title or two of your favorite holiday stories. Or at least tell me what cha got!

Dad-Gum-It! Fire Jeff Bowden--NOW

The Crying Game . . .for Gators!

It's been that kind of a year.
Seminole have a very young team. Not to be outdone, the Gators go and hire a crybaby.
The Florida/Florida State game is always a tough one, no matter what the teams' W-L records are. I'm betting on my beloved Noles, of course. Here are a couple of cartoons I made up using the national geographic cartoon factory. Send me your captions and I will make a special page to highlight them on my website. For inspiration, however corny, click on the headline of this post.

WWJFKD?

Below are a few words President John F. Kennedy would have said in his speech prepared for November 22, 1963 in Dallas. Click on the header to see the entire speech.

"It should be clear by now that a nation can be no stronger abroad than she is at home. Only an America which practices what it preaches about equal rights and social justice will be respected by those whose choice affects our future. Only an America which has fully educated its citizens is fully capable of tackling the complex problems and perceiving the hidden dangers of the world in which we live. And only an America which is growing and prospering economically can sustain the worldwide defenses of freedom, while demonstrating to all concerned the opportunities of our system and society."

The trials of Travis Bickle Turkey

I'm working on a publication at work to help students do better on the FCAT, our state assessment test.

Worst. Assignment. Ever.

Until I decided to try a cartoon-graphic novel style! Now I am having fun making really tedious stuff somewhat entertaining. While doing some serious research on the web (hee-hee), I found some cartoon generators that students can use to make their own strips. Basically, they give you the pictures and you create the captions. Naturally, I had to try a couple. Here is one I did for Thanksgiving.

If you want to try it yourself, click on the title of this post and it will take you to National Geographic Kids. I'll share another site tomorrow.

Lege et lacrima - Read it and weep

Bob Graham is one of the few politicians I have known to be in politics for the right reason. . . to help make peoples' lives better. I interned with Graham's press secretary his first year as governor of Florida. I saw up close how hard he worked, how much he cared and how honest he was. Sometimes this worked against him and maybe that is why he is not president today. (He certainly would have done a better job of articulating Democratic values had he been the nominee rather than the man he is pictured with here). But the man speaks the truth. He voted against the war and was a lone voice before the election about the trouble this administration was getting us into over seas. He wrote a powerful and terrifying book called Intelligence Matters which I believe should be required reading for all Americans.

Gerald Posner, New York Times bestselling author of Why America Slept said about Graham's book, "Intelligence Matters is a work of great patriotism, a searing insider’s account of the government’s ineptitude, and at times deceit, both on 9/11 and in the war in Iraq. Senator Graham is unflinching in a damning and persuasive indictment of President Bush, the FBI and the CIA. This is no liberal, conspiratorial, antiwar polemic, but rather a convincing argument by a hawk in the war on terror as to why the country is less safe today because of blunders made by President Bush. Intelligence Matters also makes a meticulous–and at times startling–case for official Saudi Arabian complicity in the 9/11 plot. This is an important book and a must read for anyone concerned with the war on terror and the future of America."
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Today Graham has written an editorial in the Washington Post on what he knew before the invasion of Iraq. Maybe then he was dismissed as a Chicken Little, but three years and over 2000 American lives lost later, I think most all Americans agree: The sky is falling. Maybe now people will listen to Bob Graham. Click on the title of this entry to read his Post editorial.

Loser Republicans Refuse to Honor Springsteen

By DONNA DE LA CRUZ, Associated Press Writer Fri Nov 18, 8:33 PM ET

Bruce Springsteen famously was "born in the USA," but he's getting scorned in the U.S. Senate.

An effort by New Jersey's two Democratic senators to honor the veteran rocker was shot down Friday by Republicans who are apparently still miffed a year after the Boss lent his voice to the campaign of Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry.

The chamber's GOP leaders refused to bring up for consideration a resolution, introduced by Sens. Frank Lautenberg and Jon Corzine, that honored Springsteen's long career and the 1975 release of his iconic album, "Born to Run."

No reason was given, said Lautenberg spokesman Alex Formuzis. "Resolutions like this pass all the time in the U.S. Senate, usually by unanimous consent," he said.

Telephone calls to Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist's office seeking comment were not immediately returned.

Lautenberg said he couldn't understand why anyone would object to the resolution.

"Even if the Republicans don't like (Springsteen's) tunes, I would hope they appreciated his contributions to American culture," Lautenberg said.

Corzine said he, Lautenberg and other Americans appreciated Springsteen's contributions to American culture.

"We'll never surrender looking for ways to honor our local hero who made it big in this land of hopes and dreams," Corzine said.

Springsteen endorsed Kerry last year, and made campaign appearances that drew huge crowds who came to hear music described in the resolution as "a cultural milestone that has touched the lives of millions of people."


Copyright © 2005 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.

A short tour of my long journey with the Boss

So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore. Show a little faith, there's magic in the night. You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright. Oh and that's alright with me.

Aaahhh, Springsteen's Thunder Road says it all. We are all older and maybe wiser these days...Who ever thought we would see ourselves with a touch of gray (or for some of us, a touch of bald!) a middle-aged paunch (where beer bellies go to retire), or wearing the dreaded "mom jeans?"

Back in 1984, My concert buddy Anne Turner and I were young silly teachers who decorated bulletin boards in their classrooms and wore black armbands when Bruce married that actress. We are still going to concerts together. Tonight will be our tenth. For Springsteen's concert in Tampa this evening, the St. Petersburg Times is running fans' memories of their first Bruce concert.
go to Times story


I thought I would share my memories on my web site, jillwilson.com. Go to Glory Days on the menu or click on the title of this post to link directly.

Its Bruce week

This Friday Bruce Springsteen comes to Tampa Bay for a solo tour appearance. The Times will be sharing people's recollections of their first Springsteen concert, so I wrote mine to post here... its way long, so I may post a bit each day. But first I have to share a little picture from my most harrowing Springsteen concert experience, which was appropriately enough, on December 7, 1984 (A Day that will Live in Infamy!) I LOST not only my ticket, but the tickets I was holding for my friends and family members who were also going... After my mom made some calls (I know, it is sad and pathetic -- but she got us the stolen ticket vouchers) they gave us seats and I was on the floor for the first and only time. I crawled over 10 rows with people giving me hands up to get this picture. I found the "Stolen" tickets on top of my refridgerator when moving two years later.

It's a good thing

Wow. It's been a few weeks since I posted. But I have good excuses. Plural. As I splained earlier, my friend Anne and I went to the Springsteen Symposium in Jersey and it was just so much more than what I had hoped for. I have been writing off-line about it and will be posting soon. In spite of (or because of) its awesomeness, the conference wiped me out physically and emotionally, but I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Since coming home, a couple of other doozies have lit.... My favorite: I was told by the Czarina of my book club that I just don't quite fit in and perhaps I should tone down my personality a little and maybe not share so much..... Nice.

I think this book club thing deserves its own post, but for now, I just have to say that after a year of dense dose chemo, hair falling out, chemo-induced freight train menopause, a bilateral mastectomy with giant tumor removal, more cancer found, more chemo, then eight weeks of daily radiation plus chemo combo, an oh-so- attractive drug induced weight gain (which goes so well with the new no breasts, no hair look) and my beloved 15 year old weimerainer Meg dying . . . I need to TONE DOWN MY PERSONALITY?
I am surprised I have any personality at all that is not RAGING BITCH. I mean, I am surprised I am not standing in the middle of the Super Walmart screaming at the clueless masses that I hope they are proud of that $12 they saved on the backs of the worst treated, most uninsured workers in corporate America!

Ahem. I digress. Sorry bout that.
Let's move to something a little more high brow.

How about reality TV?
You know, the sad truth about being isolated at home so much this past year is that I have watched more TV than I have in my entire lifetime. Although, I also read tons, there were some days when I couldn’t read because of drug side effects like nausea and dry, unfocusing eyes. So the TV was my companion. Some shows I watch like an anthropologist -- I marvel at the people who will go on TV and spread all their personal bidness to the world. I am ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED when they drag their children onto these shows. I think Dr Phil is deeply in love with himself. . . and possibly delusional. But mostly, I am sad at the lack of altruism I see for the most part (Oprah and Extreme Makeover Home Addition being the exceptions, albeit, way over commercilized). But yes, I have watched some of these shows from time to time and it has given me a better view of our world today. Watching easily manipulated, poorly educated (Or mis-educated) folks on TV, I realize who voted for George Bush.

Wait, I was going to talk highbrow, yes? Sunday New York Times kind of content, yes? Well, day is night, black is white, and look who is commenting in today's NYTs?
CLICK ON THE TITLE OF THIS POST: IT’S A GOOD THING.

Caption contest

Here is a picture screaming for a funny caption! Will you please submit one?

Mark these dates, music lovers!

Black Honkeys CD release party
September 1, 2005
Chickaboom Room
Dunedin, FL
check them out here.


The Subdudes
October 7, 2005
The State Theatre
St. Petersburg, FL
check them out here.

Best Beer Ad Ever.

OK, my sister Jenny sent me
THIS LINK
and you have to go there RIGHT NOW. I was squealing! It makes Superbowl ads look like local car dealers'. Enjoy! Then tell me what you think.
http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2677569