Show Number 125 - Barack for PresidentA special thanks to DJ Z Trip for allowing me to play his fantastic Barack Obama Mix. Go Vote!
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Checking in with GarrisonHopefully, Mr. Keillor won't have a problem if I repost this - what he writes is fantastic.
GARRISON KEILLOR SYNDICATED COLUMNIST
We are a stalwart and stouthearted people, and never more so than in hard times. People weep in the dark and arise in the morning and go to work. The waves crash on your nest egg and a chunk is swept away and you put your salami sandwich in the brown bag and get on the bus. In Philly, a woman earns $10.30/hour to care for a man brought down by cystic fibrosis. She bathes and dresses him in the morning, brings him meals, puts him to bed at night. It's hard work lifting him and she has suffered a painful hernia that, because she can't afford health insurance, she can't get fixed, but she still goes to work because he'd be helpless without her. There are a lot of people like her. I know because I'm related to some of them.
Low dishonesty and craven cynicism sometimes win the day but not inevitably. The attempt to link Barack Obama to an old radical in his neighborhood has desperation and deceit written all over it. Meanwhile, stunning acts of heroism stand out, such as the fidelity of military lawyers assigned to defend detainees at Guantanamo Bay -- uniformed officers faithful to their lawyerly duty to offer a vigorous defense even though it means exposing the injustice of military justice that is rigged for conviction and the mendacity of a commander in chief who commits war crimes. If your law school is looking for a name for its new library, instead of selling the honor to a fat cat alumnus, you should consider the names of Lt. Cmdr. Charles Swift, Lt. Col. Mark Bridges, Col. Steven David, Lt. Col. Sharon Shaffer, Lt. Cmdr. Philip Sundel and Maj. Michael Mori.
It was dishonest, cynical men who put forward a clueless young woman for national office, hoping to juice up the ticket, hoping she could skate through two months of chaperoned campaigning, but the truth emerges: The lady is talking freely about matters she has never thought about. The American people have an ear for B.S. They can tell when someone's mouth is moving and the clutch is not engaged. When she said, 'One thing that Americans do at this time, also, though, is let's commit ourselves just every day, American people, Joe Six-Pack, hockey moms across the nation, I think we need to band together and say never again. Never will we be exploited and taken advantage of again by those who are managing our money and loaning us these dollars,' people smelled gas.
Some Republicans adore her because they are pranksters at heart and love the consternation of grown-ups. The ne'er-do-well son of the old Republican family as president, the idea that you increase government revenue by cutting taxes, the idea that you cut social services and thereby drive the needy into the middle class, the idea that you overthrow a dictator with a show of force and achieve democracy at no cost to yourself -- one stink bomb after another, and now Governor Palin.
She is a chatty sportscaster who lacks the guile to conceal her vacuity, and she was Mr. McCain's first major decision as nominee. This troubles independent voters, and now she is a major drag on his candidacy. She will get a nice book deal from Regnery and a new career making personal appearances for forty grand a pop, and she'll become a trivia question, 'What politician claimed foreign-policy expertise based on being able to see Russia from her house?' And the rest of us will have to pull ourselves out of the swamp of Republican economics.
Your broker kept saying, 'Stay with the portfolio, don't jump ship,' and you felt a strong urge to dump the stocks and get into the money market where at least you're not going to lose your shirt, but you didn't do it and didn't do it, and now you're holding a big bag of brown bananas. Me, too. But at least I know enough not to believe desperate people who are talking trash. Anybody who got whacked last week and still thinks McCain-Palin is going to lead us out of the swamp and not into a war with Iran is beyond persuasion in the English language. They'll need to lose their homes and be out on the street in a cold hard rain before they connect the dots.
Garrison Keillor is the author of a new Lake Wobegon novel, 'Liberty' (Viking).
Show Number 124 - Defending Another PodcasterBack with a vengance, its the Jersey Toddshow. I was all fired up tonight about Podcamp Philly, and the Podcasting community. The good, bad, and ugly is all here. (Well, I'm not sure about the ugly....)
Featuring
- Walt Ribeiro
- Jim Boggia
- Linda Chorney
- Koufax
- Nelo
- Jakob Martin
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You know that I believe in the podcast community. Sure,
it doesn't exist in any kind of formal sense, and maybe it no longer
exists in the "us versus them" mentality that it did 3-years ago. Maybe
it doesn't exist in a "Bum Rush the Charts" kind of way. Maybe it
only exists in between your earbuds. But at the end of the day, if you
make a podcast, listen to a podcast, or know the word podcast, you are
part of the community.
I first learned of Barack Obama like the majority of Americans
at the 2004 Democratic Convention. I subsequently read his books, and,
have been an adament supporter of him since - but you know how I really
got to know Barack Obama - he's a podcaster. That's right, since 2006,
right there at the dawn of Podcasting - Barack Obama has put out a
podcast. Sometimes it was unique content, sometimes it was replaying
town hall meetings or speeches - but "The Barack Obama Show" has been
right there with you and me and this whole new media revolution. So,
I'm going to talk about Barack Obama tonight not as a politician, not
as a candidate for president, but as a fellow podcaster.
On the last episode, I made a bit of a joke that was
perhaps not the most respectful thing that I had ever done. I
reiterated the "Little Known Facts" meme about Sarah Palin, and for
that I apologize. I sincerely apologize. I do this because at the end
of the day, she is someone that deserves my respect. She is in fact the
Governor of the 47th most populated State in the Country - Alaska. This
is a State with 3 electorial votes, and one Congressman. A State who
trails the thriving metropolis of South Dakota by over a 100,000
people. Sara Palin, who we now know, knows as much about the Bush
Doctrine as she does about particle physics. Because, as a podcaster, I
want you not to treat Sarah Palin as a joke. As a podcaster I want you
to listen to every word out of John McCain's mouth. As a podcast
listener, and part of various online communities, I want you to take
Sarah Palin, the woman who potentially is another melanoma away from
the Presidency, very, very seriously for one simple reason. Sarah Palin
and John McCain, and the Republican Party, don't like the internet.
We know that John McCain tried to stop internet gambling while
having a basketball pool on his website where you could win McCain
shwag.
We know that John McCain doesn't have the first idea about net
neutrality, or what it means to you and like Senator Stevens refers to
the net as a series of pipes.
We know that John McCain, doesn't like bloggers. He once
sponsored a bill called the "Stop the Online Exploitation of Our
Children Act" which would fine blogs up to 300 grand for offensive
statements, photos and videos posted to your site by a visitor.
Hmm...Barack Obama wanted to teach age appropriate curriculum to make
kids aware of pedophiles and what to do, and John McCain wanted to stop
pedophilia by fining web sites. Sheesh.
We know that John McCain was one of the most vocal opponents
to E-rate, which would provide discount Internet access to schools and
libraries because of the potential lost revenue to the
telecommunications industry.
But all of this, I look at as politics as usual. I'm not
really sure John McCain can set the VCR. I'm sure John McCain thinks
that Twitter is something pornographic, and Facebook is a movie with
John Travolta and Nicolas Cage. Wow, that reference was a foul ball.
Jeez, I've been hitting references lately like the Mets have been
hitting fastballs. Its the Jersey Todd September swoon!
What really upset me was the GOP convention. I really had a
problem with this, as a podcaster and a member of Internet communities
- and maybe I'm taking it all a little personal - but then again, all
politics are local. On two successive nights, "America's Mayor" Rudy
Giuliani and "Barracuda" Sarah Palin both took the opportunity to make
fun of Barack Obama's community organizer experience.
They tried to make the term "community organizer" sound like a
dirty word. They wanted to make you think that when someone graduates
law school and has an opportunity to make a lot of money that they
should immediately do so. The downright snarkiness from them was
unbearable. I'm not saying that a community organizer has as much
executive experience as a mayor of a big town like New York City, or a
small town like Wasilla. In fact, its the community organizers in these
cities and towns that generally are a pain in the ass for Mayor's to
deal with because they help give a voice to those who don't have a
voice. No wonder they don't like community organizers. But they made it
out to sound like Barack was following Jerry Garcia for two years. I
believe since that time, even John McCain has softened his stance on
this issue like a 72-year old with an expired prescription for Viagra.
Two weekends ago, I attended Podcamp Philly. I didn't want to
go. In fact, I tried my hardest to come up with a justification not to
go. For the longest time, I have been of the community but not part of
the community. The morning of Podcamp was dark, and rainy, and the kids
were acting up, and my wife had to push me out the door. I had
committed to speak on a panel regarding music and well, sometimes you
just have to do it.
But here's the thing that blew me away, I actually had a
pretty decent time. I saw a lot of people that I only knew from online
communities. I made some amazing connections. I actually learned a
thing or two.
But here's the thing that I took away from it - as someone
that uses the Internet - the minute that you make your presence known
on the net - you automatically start becoming a "community organizer".
From your friends on myspace or facebook, to followers on facebook, to
connections on linked in, you are making a conscious effort to bring
people that you know into your little community - and then you do
something with your little community - you either try to entertain them
with your "lol" worthy humor or sharing your family pictures, or even,
dare I say it - telling them what music to buy or books to check out.
OK, now here's the clincher, as Podcasters we are using this community
organizer way in exactly the same way that Saul Alinsky, or Cesar
Chavez, Hillary Clinton, or Barack Obama would have wanted - we create
bottom up groups to challenge the status quo - whether its of the music
industry the video industry or whatever, and if you think that it
doesn't scare people like John McCain or Sarah Palin then I've got a
bridge to sell you in Alaska. Lets face it, Podcasters are Community
Organizers Version 2.0.
Podcasting, Blogging, Social Media, midget porn sites, have
the ability to bring people together with similar interests. Right now,
this talk may only hit one set of ears at a time, but you all are
sharing in that community experience. Shame on the Republican Party for
trying to make fun of organized communities. The right to assemble is
Constitutionally guaranteed whether online or in the streets of
Chicago, and I can stand only so much but i will not sit quietly and
allow the Republican Party to bad mouth the United States Constitution.
My name is Jersey Todd, and I am a community organizer. Got a problem with it?
Buy this albumI interviewed these gentlemen a couple weeks ago, but I had to once again encourage you to check out their album. I am absolutely addicted to it, and you will be, too.

Helping Barack Ad-LibMy candidate, Barack Obama, took some silly heat from John McCain today, because he said the following:
"You can put lipstick on a pig," Obama said during a campaign stop. "It's still a pig. You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change. It's still going to stink after eight years."
McCain's campaign accused Obama of "smearing" Governor Palin, in "offensive and disgraceful" comments and demanded an apology â though McCain himself used the folksy metaphor a few times last year,including once to describe Hillary Rodham Clinton's health care plan.
As you know, I love to write, and I am not 100% sure that the phrase was something provided to Senator Obama, or if it was something that he came up with on the spur of the moment. However, in an effort, to help the Obama campaign, the following are phrases to avoid in the future as to not offend the hypersensitive McCain/Palin ticket:
- "We need to stop pork in Washington"
- "Dumber than whale blubber"
- "You can't put a ribbon on a turd."
- "An empty pants-suit"
- "You can't put a pair of glasses on a pig and call it Professor"
- "Sillier than building an igloo on the equator"
I have known pigs, pigs have been friends of mine, and Sarah Palin is no pig with lipstick. Saying so would only insult a well respected member of the barnyard community, and I don't believe that was Senator Obama's intention.
Compare the McCain/Palin reaction to perceived name calling to the Obama reaction, and really think about who is addressing the substantive issues here.
Finally, what's good for the goose is indeed good for the the porker.
Impressions of Podcamp PhillyToday, I attended Podcamp Philly. Here are my observations:
- Actual Podcast listening is down among podcasters. Actual Podcast listening among the rest of society is up.
- Tired: Transparency. Wired: Independent Campaign Management
- Not all Philly Cheesesteaks are something to write home about.
- Advertisers that are concerned with CDM don't really get podcasting but are willing to try it for those shows that can give them hard numbers. Reaching out to Mom/Pop businesses has far more potential for revenue streams.
- The "Jersey Todd" brand is strong among other podcasters. Some still listen to the show. (See #1)
- Its been 10-years since I've sat in a classroom, and I still don't know how to behave.
- Matthew Ebel made the fantastic "Beer and Coffee" album in his bedroom, and is taller in person than I expected.
- There are very few people who understand their hardware that are capable of actually using it well for good content. There are very few people with good content that are actually any good at using their hardware. Somewhere in the middle are the good podcasts.
- Twitter is the new way to pass notes in class
- There is a really good reason why some audio podcasters should remain audio podcasters. (I am including myself in this bunch - we're all a bunch of mutts).
Show Number 123 - Back to SchoolWas that too long of a delay for you? Well, after the longest delay in JTS history, Summer break is over, and we go back to school. Featuring: - The Ying Yang Twins
- Joanna Burns
- Rinaldi Sings
- JJ Grey and Mofro
- Christian Brown
- Jakob Martin
I failed the New Jersey Bar Exam. Back in the day, the pass rate was something around two-thirds, but that meant that there was a certain amount of people that failed. Don't ask me to do the math. Its hard. But, I was devistated. I was embarassed. I was out a couple hundred bucks to take the test, a grand for the bar prep class, oh, and had obtained law school loans of a small South American dictatorship which I shall be paying off with Social Security checks. Don't get me wrong, I studied. I studied harder for that thing longer, and harder than anything than I ever studied for in my life. Which, actually, is saying something. For about two months, every day, every hour, every thought - was directed at that god-damned test. I had flash-cards. I had wall charts. I had notes over the toilet, which, I have no shame to tell you that to this day, I become "pee shy" any time anyone mentions the Rule Against Perpetuities. I grew a goatee. I listened to lectures from BarBri on the treadmill. I watched the Rocky series, over and over and over. When the weekend of the test came, I was mentally ripped, psyched up like a caged animal and ready to release a can of whoopass all over that bad boy. Do you smell what Jersey Todd is cooking? Yeah, right, I know - I do hard-core macho like Paris Hilton does intellectual. Now let me explain to you my bar exam story. I first drove from Wilmington, Delaware where I lived at the time, having graduated Widener University School of Law down to Valley Forge, PA, the site of the PA bar exam. I get there and in the parking lot of the hotel that everyone who is taking the test, there is a car all trashed looking, and someone had spray-painted the word "NAFA" all over it. I had no idea what that meant. Bizarre. "NAFA" didn't ring a bell. And you must remember, that I am like over nervous at this point. I am on edge. I am caffinated. I am just 100% raw. Let me take a step back and explain what I was wearing - because its relevant. A year earlier, my parents had gone on a vacation, and they bought be back a t-shirt from a bar that said "Fat Cats." Comfortable shirt, and I hadn't thought anything of it. Now this was the type of hotel, where you had to take the elevator to the main desk to check in. So, I get into the elevator and in walk three of the biggest women that I think I have ever seen in my life. I mean not just chubby. Not just pleasantly plump. I mean buffaloes. I mean I think I heard the cable to the elevator say, "oh shit" when it saw them. But the worst part is that they are staring at me like I am like a fried-ham dipped in chocolate and then refried in happy juice. They looked like they were about to devour me. Again, I didn't get it, but that was the most uncomfortable yet oddly flattering 30-seconds of an elevator ride in my life. We get out of the elevator, and the sign at the front desk says, "Welcome PA Bar Exam and National Association of Fat Americans Conference." And me, with my "Fat Cats" T-shirt realized at that very moment that there is indeed a god, and they find great amusement in torturing me. The next two days was the PA bar exam, and I was rocking. One whole day of multiple choice questions for 8-hrs, and another day of essays covering something like 32-subjects, of which you were expected to be an expert in each, and for the most part, those two days, I was. Don't ask me to do it again. I doubt that I could. Following the second day, since most of the room was taking the PA and NJ exams, we all had to check out of our hotel in PA, and travel down the Turnpike, over the bridge, into New Jersey. Let me explain, how this Cannonball run went. We had over a hundred, burnt out, exhausted lawyers, who haven't slept in say - two months - whose, in their addled mind, believed that there entire future rested solely upon their actions this weekend. And then, they told us to drive. I am proud to say that I made it, but at least five people got into serious car accidents which precluded them from taking the test. One guy ended up at a Hooters somewhere in Cherry Hill, and was never heard from again. The next morning, having failed to eat anything for fear of puking I took the next 8-hours of Jersey specific bar exam. No it had nothing to do with Mobsters or toxic waste. That's too easy a joke. But again, I was rocking. I was arrogant. I even went as far in my essays to question the validity of some of the questions themselves. To say that I was on fire, would be an understatement. And just like that, it was over. It was done. It was out of my hands. Four months of agony later, my results came. I had passed the PA exam. To this day, I still am in shock that I pulled it off. However, I had failed the New Jersey exam. To make matters worse, I failed it by .5 - less than half a point. Life went on. The New Jersey Judge that I was working for at the time was decent about it. My friends and family were sympathetic. I looked around at getting a job in philly, and I went back to work at passing the thing. Six months later, I went back to the same convention hall and took the god-damned test again, played the thing a whole lot more conservatively, and almost a year to day from when I graduated law school, I found out that I had passed the New Jersey bar. The rest of the story, well, that's been going on for nearly ten years. I tell you this story not to toot my own horn, or to educate you about the bar exam. In fact, trying to condense the universal panic and terror of the bar exam into a small essay is absolute misnomer. Unless you've been through it, its impossible to explain fully. I tell you this story, to tell you another story -that of the bar exam story of Shannon Kelly. In 2003, Shannon Kelly graduated Barry University School of Law, in Florida. Last year, he took the bar exam in West Virginia. In response to his stated disability, the State of West Virginia allowed him to have exam booklets that were specially printed in 18-point type, let him take the test in a private room, and check this - gave him an extra day to finish. Despite bending over backward like a double-jointed limbo dancer, Shannon still, like a nice percentage of the West Virginia test takers, did not pass. He wants to try again, but this time he wants an additional accommodation. He has sued to be given all of the above accommodations, plus an additional day to finish the test. While in law school, his Barry U professors gave him twice the normal time to finish his exams. Twice the normal time for the West Virginia bar would be four days. Kelly's lawyer, Edward McDevitt, says that the Board has violated Kelly's rights as a disabled person under the ADA. "He has invested enormous time, money and energy to reach the threshold of the profession," explained McDevitt. "But he has severe deficits in processing speed, cognitive fluency and rapid naming."
Now, I don't want to make fun of Shannon Kelly. That would be wrong. I don't know what his deficiencies are, and I don't want to assume. At the end of the day, he graduated with a juris doctorate from Barry University in 2003. Originally, Barry U was called The University of Orlando Law School. Its inaugural law school class on Sept. 18 1995. The first year the law school had only evening and weekend courses and a full time faculty of four professors. A school whose first graduating class was in 2000 with 17-graduates, and received ABA accreditation only a year before Kelly graduated. So, I'm not going to say anything negative about Kelly or Barry University, I'm just going to leave you to your own opinion. Nudge. Nudge. Wink. Wink. Trade school. Ahem. Kinda probably shouldn't have gone to law schoo in the first place.
But, Kelly's lawsuit to acquire additional accomodations is now pending before Judge David Faber, who originally denied Kelly's request for the July. Let me give some unsolicited advice to Judge Faber: "No, No, Nein, Nunca" or as we say in Joisey - "fuggetaboutit."
As much as Kelly should be proud of his achievements to date, his lawyer says that he has trouble with processing speed, cognitive fluency and rapid naming. Hey, the bar exam is a test of cognitive fluency, rapid naming and processing speed. It is a test that is partially fraternity hazing, but in most part a test to see if you can do the essential functions of the job. No Judge in their right mind is going to allow you an extra two days to write a brief. The Court Rules don't get extended just because you claim a disability. If the Rules say that you have to submit an Answer to a Complaint within 30-days, damn it, that generally means 30-days.
I'm all for reasonable accomodations, but at the end of the day, there has to be a line where reasonable accomodations end and start being called special privileges. At the end of the day, if Kelly isn't quick enough, or smart enough, or able to retain enough it does him no good to actually pass the bar. Is he going to charge clients at a reduced rate? Is any Judge going to give him special accomodations based on his disability. Is his clients going to give him a pass when he doesn't get the results that they paid him for? Or are they just going to sue him for malpractice.
I'm sure I could play in the NBA if they would just give me a bigger ball, stilts, and made Shaq play on his knees. Actually, Shaq would still be taller than me. I'm sure I could do brain surgery if they just told the patient that I needed more time to complete the surgery. I mean really, look what happened when we elected a President that needed special accomodations? Jeez.
No. I'm sorry. Its enough. Take the test a thousand times Shannon. I hope you pass, someday. I hope that you do so under the same buck-toothed standards that the rest of the West Virginia Bar had to endure. Doing so would just lower the bar for the profession. Its a hard, unfair world, and I really really respect the effort but I don't think that its fair to make an accomodation over the essential functions of the job - in the same way that you wouldn't let an airline pilot only fly with one eye.
And if you do pass, I hear that the folks at the National Association of Fat Americans are looking for an attorney. They don't pay well, but I understand that they give a generous food allowance.
Jersey Todd Sports Talk Legal Radio Webcast Thingy.Today, I spoke with Brian of the Star Ledger regarding Michael Strahan's divorce and possible return to the Giants. Brian does a fantastic webcast that you need to check out (and maybe he'll have me back some day).
Check out the reviews of the episode on "The Exploding Newsroom"
Show Number 122 - Carol Burnett, Original GangsterIf that title doesn't grab you, what does?
Featuring:
- John Taglieri
- Paul French
- Geoff Smith
- The Fire Apes
- Griffen Gilgamesh
- The Ampersands
- James Dunn
- Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
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As a kid, I loved reruns of the Carol Burnett show. In fact, I have in my posession autographs from Tim Conway and the late, great, Harvey Korman. I will even go as far to say, that I would put the Carol Burnett show right next to Saturday Night Live as one of the greatest sketch comedy shows of all time. This is a non-argument, and if you disagree with me, go over to YouTube, right now and you'll see what I'm talking about - absolute classic stuff. Now just so you know, Ms. Burnett is a hero of mine. But, there is a side of her that is not so funny, and in an effort of full disclosure - I should tell you about it. First, she sued the National Enquirer for libel in 1981, and in 2007, she sued the producers of Family Guy for copyright violations. So, we're not - gonna - do - anything - or say anything - or even look funny - that would cause Carol Burnett, to want to sue me. Nobody move, and nobody gets hurt. But I did want to use Carol Burnett as an example, satirically, without any intention of defaming her or having you, the listener, devalue her image or celebrity in anyway. Jeez, is that enough scared lawyer talk? Ok, here's the punchline - you know how at the end of all of her shows how she tugged her ear to let her grandmother know that everything was ok, well in today's society that would only be interpreted as one thing.....gang signs. From the Obama's fist bump to the NFL making an attempt to crack down on players making gang signs, every one has become absolutely paranoid about our non-verbal communication. Its fair to say that your ass may ultimately get your ass in trouble. There must be something in the water, there must be a cool breeze passing through the country because this past week, in Flint, Michigan and Paterson, New Jersey proposals have butted into the public sphere, or should I say they've cracked open into our consciousness, because under proposals in Flint and Paterson, there are attempts to make it illegal to have droopy drawers. In Flint, Interim Police Chief David Dicks has indicated that he plans on arresting individuals whose pants expose their underwear or butts. "Some people call it a fad," Dicks told the Detroit Free Press this week while patrolling the streets of Flint. "But I believe it's a national nuisance. It is indecent and thus it is indecent exposure, which has been on the books for years." With all that's going on those crime ridden cities, politicians and law enforcement folks are making it illegal for individuals to let their pants sag. In Flint, if you show a little tushie, you could be punished for up to 93-days in jail and/or up to $500 in fines. So apparently, every issue related to crime in Flint and Paterson have been completely resolved and they've now become the fasion police. There is absolutely no indication, study, paper, essay, evaluation, treatise, or investigation that would corroborate Chief Dicks assertion that raising the belt level of teenage trousers would lower the crime level in Flint,Michigan or any other city. There is no indication that droopy drawers have anything to do with gang membership or any other criminal intention. In a lot of these neighborhoods, and the kids aren't going to tell you about it, but these are hand-me-down jeans passed from older brother to younger brother or younger sister. I know, I worked there. This is not a legal issue. This is a taste issue. Of course, in some neighborhoods you'll see more crack than Amy Winehouse's medicine cabinet. I don't like it at all, either. But I do not feel that the police have any right to tell people how to dress. Look if the kid is running around intentionally naked and causing a disruption that's one thing - but I don't think that this is the case. I think these are kids that are letting their drawers sag to get attention - in no different a fashion as a mohawk would be in a different setting. Ultimately, the fact that this is suddenly only an inner-city problem and not a suburban problem says more about law enforcement in inner cities than it does about anything else. This is something that can be fixed very simply with a belt either applied liberally to the waistband or to the behind. At the end of the day, this is not an issue for the police but one of parenting. Maybe we can get corporate America to help out. I'm sure all of these inner city kids would be completely happy if Haines or Fruit of the Loom just came out with boxers that, well, looked like jeans. And I'm sure, that somewhere in a warehouse, there are boxes and boxes of Mork from Ork suspenders just laying around from the late seventies unsold, and all it takes is one Kanye or P.Diddy track - and those things are hotter than big ass rims on a Cadallac. Maybe its about fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of things that are absurd. But, I'm really not afraid of a kid with baggy pants mugging me - heck, what's he going to do afterward run? He'll be ass over feet within two steps. Shop-lifting? Are we really as ignorant to think that kids with baggy pants are going to be shop lifters? Well, if I ever owned a store, and a kid comes in and shoves one of my product down the front of his pants or down the back and tries to steal it....well, I don't really want that product back anyway. That's what insurance is for. There are laws that are going to be applied to poor African-American or caucasian teens. I want this law applied equally to all people in the community. I'm talking to you, Mr. Plumber-Butt. I can't tell you how many times my old landlord used to shoot the moon every time my sink stopped up. I just wanted to drop an ice-cube down that Grand Canyon. It was like a car-accident - I didn't want to look but that crevace was just enormous. Nasty, nasty memory. But on the either end of the spectrum, we wouldn't want to all be complete chauvinists, either - because I can't tell you how many young women let me see the dental floss that they're wearing for underwear, and as a married man, let me just say, that is so wrong. Young, available women showing off their butts like that. Just really, really wrong. Maybe Officer Dicks just has a thing for young male butts. Maybe he has a thing for young inner-city males rear ends. Maybe he's going for a promotion. Of course, it would strain the credibility of this very podcast if I were to say that if he were promoted he'd be Inspector Dicks, so lets just hope he gets demoted back down to Private Dicks. These kids have a 1st Amendment right toward self-expression. If they want to look like a bumbling idiot, they're allowed to. If they want to look like they have a dirty diaper, they're allowed to. If a girl thinks a boy looks more attractive because his chariot swings lower than the next guy, I say, Really? For better or worse, its about communication, and I don't want to go all Bill Cosby here, but these kids are communicating horribly - but I really believe for better or worse, they have a right to expose their BVD's as long as they watch their Ps and Qs - as much as I don't like it. Like I said, its a matter of taste and a matter of degree. As much as I personally don't want to see it - I don't know how this became a priority or how its enforced. I can't even imagine a trial involving this. What Judge in their right mind is going to want to listen to an officer talking about a kid's butt. But, heh, at the end of the day, when you're talking about putting a person in jail for a 93 days, there is ultimatly going to be a trial and even more of a waste of municipal resources. Maybe there is a bright-line test. Boxers and briefs ok, but at the end of the day - just say no to crack. Oh wow, Carol Burnett would be so disappointed in me that I just spent the last few minutes of your life talking about the social-political ramifications of butts. Actually, I'm kind of ashamed of myself, too. Just say no to crack. Horrible. 
PluggedCheck out this nice email that I got from the boys at Woodfish.
'Hey Todd, I told the 95.9 WRAT to plug your podcast. They are pushing our show for this Saturday and I had them use a quote from, you, âThey are just a lot of fun, with a mix of sounds and enthusiasm that is just infectious.â Plus itâs a nice plug for your podcast.
Now podcasting, is taking over FM. Listen in tonight around 8:50; 9:50; 11:50 and tomorrow too. The times are not exact though'

Hey Mevio! Let's go shopping!According to reports on the net, our friends at Mevio have gotten another round of venture capital - this time in the amount of $15 million dollars. I don't know the first thing about venture capital, how it works, or what is expected in return - all I know is that is a lot of greenbacks. I'm sure we can expect some good stuff out of this. However, in my continuing effort to help out those wacky kids, here's how they should spend the cash:
- Improved bagels on Fridays. Perhaps even some of those funky cream cheeses.
- Squash some blubrrys
- Two words: "Stripper Tuesday"
- Get Trinity a lube job - the car, not the secretary.
- Open a Mevio office in New Jersey. We've got connections (I'll say no more about this).
- Send a fruit basket to Steve Jobs
- Flu clinic with Dr. Ron Paul
- Diction lessons for Comic Strip Blogger.
- Hair Gel, Hair Gel, Hair Gel.
- Free tanks of gas for every listener of the Jersey Toddshow. There might be a few bucks left over after this.
Show Number 121 - Lawyers, Guns, and Money (with a little George Carlin)Slurring by the end of the show - that can't be a good thing. But I did play you some amazing music, including:
- Geoff Smith
- The Maine
- Little Plastic Stars
- Kelly Zullo
- Rick Barry
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I
am starting to get the reports in about the Supreme Court's ruling
today in District of Columbia v. Heller, in which the Court struck down
the District of Columbia's 32-year-old ban on handguns as incompatible
with gun rights under the Second Amendment.
Dick
Anthony Heller, 66, an armed security guard, sued the District after it
rejected his application to keep a handgun at his home for protection
in the same Capitol Hill neighborhood as the court.
The
U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia ruled in Heller's
favor and struck down Washington's handgun ban, saying the Constitution
guarantees Americans the right to own guns and that a total prohibition
on handguns is not compatible with that right., the Supreme Court
upheld that decision by a 5-4 margin.
Justice
Scalia (who looks so much like Emeril Lagasse, that I half expect that
he says "Bam!" every time he finishes a decision), writing for the
majority, went with an interpretation of the Second Amendment from a
historical perspective, saying that the Constitution does not permit
"the absolute prohibition of handguns held and used for self-defense in
the home."
There
is an old saying, "bad cases make bad law", and I think this is the
situation here. Mr. Heller appears to have been a responsible gun user,
and dear-lord-don't-let-my-progressive-friends-read-this, but from a
strict textualist interpretation of the Constitution, Justice Scalia is
perfectly right, as the law applies to Mr. Heller.
The
problem is, however, in the application of this case to other cases. I
am terrified that the ruling may create other bad cases. For example,
what's to stop a legislature from presuming that all people in a crime
ridden neighborhood are not keeping guns for self-defense, but to
commit crimes? You know what they say â one bad apple ruins it for the
whole bunch.
How
is this going to affect machine guns or other heavy firearms? Because
you know me, I believe that a good self-defense is a good offense. I
think I should be able to keep a Spanish cannon on top of my house and
shoot golden cannonballs at the mail man, because Iâm convinced that
that this frakker is bringing me some bad news.
But Justice Scalia says that I can only have a gun for self-defense in the home.
So I guess that means when Aunt Mary comes at me with another helping
of that corn and Land OâLakes monstrosity because that thing is a
killer.
But
whatâs great about this is that we can thank Justice Scalia â big time
â remember all those Federal laws banning assault rifles and machine
guns. Well, those puppies are done and done now â because baby, Iâve
played Doom, and Iâve seen Dawn of the Dead, and you know I just think
Iâm gonna have to on over to my local Wal-Mart and get me a rail gun.
Because when those level 2 Orcs break through my outer defenses I
better possess a whole lot of fire power.
But
remember, Justice Scalia says that you can only posess a gun in the
house for self-defense. So remember, no cracking walnuts with your
pea-shooter. No driving in the last nail with your Tommy-gun. Oh and if
you intend to have a gun in your house to shoot yourself in the foot,
or otherwise harm yourself â well, thatâs against the law.
And
I love this â did you know that convicted felons in this country lose
the right to possess a fire arm. They canât even have a gun for
self-defense. Arenât they the ones who need them the most?? Jeez, if
you rob a bank or sell drugs, man youâre going to have some enemies!
Hereâs
what I think, and I know George would have approved, and I think
Justice Scalia would approve, too. We need more guns. You move into a
new house, there should be an AK-AK with a bow on the counter right
next to a bowl of fruit. You get a promotion at work, âhey bob, hereâs
that gold silencer we promised you.â
We
need guns for every man, woman and child. Think of the business
opportunities. This would jump start the economy: the new iPopper â it
plays Mp3s and shoots .33s. Talk about your Saturday Night Special!
Victoriaâs Secret could do a whole line of gun holsters. How hot is
that?
But
you know Scalia and the majority had even a problem with trigger locks,
and I agree, because if some robber is coming after you who has time to
get a key. Trust me the folks at Masterlock are fuming.
And
think about the children. The poor wee children. Hell, between their
Grand Theft Autos and Call of Dutyâs our kids are already a crack shot.
But we are cheating them â cheating them. You wouldnât give your
beautiful daughter a picture of a nutritious meal â no youâd want to
give her the real thing, right? So stop depriving your kids, you
bastard!
So
at the end of the day, what does this all mean? It means that Mr.
Heller was a nice little old man who didnât feel that his tax dollars
were going to good use in having the DC Police take care of his safety.
Mr. Heller, a security guard, wasnât so concerned about your and my
security, but he wanted the option to blast a Jehovahâs Witness when
they came to the door to sell him some Reeseâs Pieces.
And
5 Justices of the Supreme Court either liked him or liked the ability
to pretend they could get into Thomas Jeffersonâs skull cap. I say
good. You know who really benefits from this decision â the lawyers,
the Judges, and of course the hospitals. Because now, every application
for a gun is going to have to be viewed with ultra strict scrutiny that
weâre going to need Tom Cruiseâs Minority Report team to figure out
where the gunâs gonna go before we even give it to people.
Why
should the Supreme Court do anything to protect us? We didnât vote for
them. They donât owe us anything. They liked Heller and Heller gets to
keep his gun. Nuthin for nuthin, maybe Scalia made the other four an
offer they couldnât refuse. Or maybe, heâs in a fantasy world and
thinks its Second Life and not the Second Amendment. Look, when other
problems come up, screw it, weâll deal with that on a case by case
basis. Its good. Those Supreme Court guys and gals are going to have
enough work to keep them busy for life.
Already,
there have been a ton of new lawsuits filed. In Atlanta today, there
was a law suit filed attempting to over turn a law that bans guns in an
airport terminal. You know George would have loved the idea of the
words guns and terminal floating together. But what's better than an
airport to have a gun when you're picking up mom and dad when they're
finally back from their trip from the Yucatan. It certainly brings a
whole new ring to the whole duty free thing. I'll take a case of
Marlboro's and, wow, dear look at the discount - stick em up. Its all
just so synchronous, and I think somewhere in heaven - George Carlin is
smiling.
Come to think of it, if George were here â he would have smacked me on the back of the head for saying that.
Show Number 120 - The Woodfish FilesCheck out my interview with the band Woodfish
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Amazing Historical Video - and Funny, too!I've always been a huge fan of the Harlem Globetrotters and can't wait to take my kids to see them in a few years. I came across this video today and I thought it was amazing.
Show Number 119 - Ice, Ice, BabyAfter a brief Summer rest, we're back with some rockin' tunes, including:
- Woodfish
- Carlos Bertonatti
- David Keen
- American Catapult
Thanks to PW Fenton for the help with the essay.
Listen to the show here

I will concede something to you right now - I am not very bright at all. Seriously, I have my moments, but overall I am not the most naturally gifted individual out there. I will further concede to you that the weak point of my game is that devilâs bitch known as science.
Not that I donât like science, I do. I just have the natural aptitude towards it that say, Paris Hilton has toward acting. I just kind of nod my head a little and say uh huh and pretend that I understand whatâs going on.
So when I saw this article in todayâs paper, man my head almost exploded. Apparently, on the 51st State, Mars, theyâve got the incredibly cool Mars Phoenix Project going on. By the way, didnât the Mars Phoenix project do a rocking cover of âBlinded By the Lightâ at the Stone Pony in â82?
Iâve been fascinated by everything going on Mars for years. I mean the moon I get, its like just right there, but Mars - man thatâs far away - and at four dollars a gallon youâd better believe that weâre not rushing to go back there anytime soon.
Anyway, in this summerâs edition of the worldâs spaciest reality show, those folks at NASA are starting to play with remote control cars and digging toys Yeah, I know that they say that were dealing with some pretty sophisticated and expensive equipment that will provide us generations of scientific research but at the end of the day arenât they just some big geeky kids over there at NASA playing with amazingly cool toys. I mean its not rocket science what theyâre doing.
Actually, it is rocket science. Theyâre frickinâ scientists over there. Today, in the paper, they actually reported that the NASA scientists believe that they saw actual ice on Mars because when they were using their dump truckâs scoop, they saw some white dots, and then in the next picture, the dots were gone. Apparently, in the Martian thin Martian atmosphere, ice would turn into vapor rather than water - which is exactly the same thing that happens when a new M.Night Shamalan movie hits the movie theater lately - just evaporates into thin air. Jesus, with another stretch on a reference like that theyâre gonna strap my ass to a rocket and launch me like Wiley Coyote doing a sales call for the old ACME corp.
But donât get swayed off the path on this one kids, because what I told you was actually a very big deal. Scientists believe that they saw water, the basic building block of life on an alien surface. This potentially is a big deal. But did you hear what I said about why they think they saw ice?
Listen to the University of Arizona's Peter Smith, principal investigator for the Phoenix mission, "It must be ice. These little clumps completely disappearing over the course of a few days, that is perfect evidence that it's ice. There had been some question whether the bright material was salt. Salt can't do that."
Holy Ghost of Patrick Scotty Doohon. Captain, I just donât believe it. You have got to be kidding me, that with all of their scientific doodaddery theyâre relying upon a god darn peek-a-boo theory on the greatest find in outer space? You have got to be kidding me. Iâve seen enough science fiction to know that Mr. Smith is the first red-shirt off the starship thatâs gonna get whacked. Give me a break. Thatâs like the first fifteen minutes of every bad science fiction movie that I ever seen. Next thing you know Sam Neill is going to telling me that those white dots are actually an interstellar gateway to the dark reaches of hell, and the crewâs gonna end up with their eyes all poked out.
Ok, actually, as Iâm saying that - Scott Sigler - that ideaâs mine. Crap, I just gave him a rockinâ idea for yet another book. Call me Scott, weâll work out a deal.
That being said, I havenât seen a worse scientific process since Kristie Alley decided to go on a crash diet. I mean come on - its Mars - the red planet - the âSun planetâ - give me a break. Thereâs more of a chance of there being Ice in Beezelbubâs gin and tonic than there is that this stuff was actual ice. I mean I donât mean to alarm anyone, but Iâve picked up a log and seen the ants scurry away, so whatâs to think that these drops of whatever just didnât run away. My point is, just because an alien doesnât walk up to the video camera looking like former Indiana Pacer, Reggie Miller, doesnât mean they ainât out there, and for our friends at NASA to just assume....oh man, they better have them watch the Alien triology as a training film or someoneâs gonna have a little alien singing âHello, my darling, hello my babyâ right from their chest cavity.
But let me give our Space Jockeys the benefit of the doubt, I did say that I really never paid attention in science class. I mean it is entirely possible, however unlikely, that science fiction has completely screwed with my cabeza. What does it mean if we really have discovered Martian Ice. Obviously, beyond the whole - very cold basic building block of life thing, this has some major implications for our society.
I mean think about it, the manifestation of Hillary Clintonâs personality has finally been found to have been cloned on Mars.
I mean can you imagine the potential commercial implications of this. Hell, Miller Ice just sounds so damn terrerstrial now, because the damn coldest drink in the universe has to be Coors Martian Ice. All those fantastic hip-hop artists, Ice Cube. Vanilla Ice, and friend of the Jersey Toddshow Ice-T, as well as George âthe Icemanâ Gervin, and Batman villain, Mr. Freeze are all gonna have to take out extensions on their copyright. Long time rivals, Flavor-Ice and Rocket Pops are going to ultimately have to merge to deal with their common interests. However, Icy-Hot may continue to remind people that if you get it on your johnson that it will give you a feeling thatâs âout of this world.â
And oh my lord, can you imagine the prissy wenches at the gym with their $100 imported martian ice water. Donât even get me started
I mean, I canât complain, because other than the discussion of Rush Limbaughâs sex life - when has frigidity gotten so much press?
For that matter, hey NASA - why donât you guys figure out a way to bring some of that stuff back - Iâd love to try my Scotch with some of that there martian ice....
Jeez, I probably should have paid better attention in school.
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Featured Comment This was left over on the Mevio site for the Jersey Toddshow, and I had to repost it here....
"One of the more entertaining shows ever! How is it he can find all the great music the fantastic briefs, and work for living too! I bow to Sir Jersey Todd and you should too!"
Uhm, throw in 400-crazed clients, a 3-year old and a 1-year old, and more extra curricular activities then I probably should be involved with, and the Answer is:
I have no freaking idea how I'm pulling this all off.
It does get easier, right?
  Show Number 118 - Commie Movie Reviews
While the kids are away, JT shall play - the best podsafe music, that is. Featuring:
- Reel Big Fish
- Blue Number Nine
- AM
- Chris Belden
- Nelo
Billie Holiday
"That Ol' Devil Called Love" (mp3) from "Unique" (Global Journey)
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Special thanks to our Russian Commrades, Zack "The Mothman" Daggy, and my twitter friend, @dcb97.
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After nine-months of baby world, we finally got out this weekend to see the brand new Indiana Jones flick. I am a huge Indiana Jones fan, and not a week goes by that an Indiana Jones quote doesn't enter into my daily routine. When I deal with insurance adjuster, you might get, a "snakes, I hate snakes" to the specials on the menu, "chilled monkey brains" to a "no time for love, Doctor Jones, we've got to go" when its time to...well actually, my wife says it to me, but she does a heck of a Short Round impersonation. "Very Funny, All Wet. Very Funny." I'm going to do my best to talk about the movie without ruining it for anyone. I don't think its any secret that the movie takes place approximately 10-years after the last one, and in 1957, the Nazi's and crazy Indian cult leaders are nowhere to be found. In this particular incarnation of the Indiana Jones saga, the bad guys are none other than the Red Menace themselves, the Russians. I enjoyed the movie. Well, not exactly. To quote the great American philosopher, Randall Jackson, "It was alright dog. It was just alright." There were parts that I liked and parts that well, frankly, made as much sense as Sophia Copolla in Godfather III. Its not that they wrecked the series or anything or destroyed the timeline, but it just kind of felt like an after-school special version of Indiana Jones. It had all the bells and whistles, just I didn't have the same emotional attachment to it. Maybe its cause I'm old and crotchety now. Or maybe from Jackie Chan to Bruce Willis, I've seen the formula now a billion times - the mouse being chased by the cat, who some how works it out in the end. Harrison Ford and Steven Speilberg weren't the first to come up with that idea...hmm Charlie Chaplin maybe....but they certainly perfected it. Now please, I am such an Indiana Jones head that I actually loved Temple of Doom. Everyone seems to pan it, including Speilberg. But to me, it was just creepy enough, just scary enough, just weird enough, to really work for me. So that being said, like the smart kid in the front of the class, I'd give Crystal Skull an A+ - not for its actual merit or its content, just because its so darn cute just sitting there in the front of the class with its hand up all the time. This is why, I was so disappointed, no that's not the right word, down right volcano red, steam coming out of the ears, popeye spinning his pipe, angry when I saw the following article this weekend. "Commuinists say that Indiana Jones should be banned in Russia for "Anti-Soviet" Propaganda." I quote - "Harrison Ford" and Cate Blanchett (are) second-rate actors, serving as the running dogs of the CIA. We need to deprive these people of the right of entering the country," said party member, Andrei Gindos. Party member Viktor Perov said: ' What galls is how together with America we defeated Hitler, and how we sympathised when Bin Laden hit them. 'But they go ahead and scare kids with Communists.' Vladimir Mukhin, another member of the local Communist Party, said in comments posted on the Internet site that he would ask Russia's Culture Ministry to ban the film for its "anti-Soviet propaganda." This is not the first time that these Russians have had something to say about American films. In 1998 the Russian parliament demanded the government explain why the Hollywood film "Armageddon" - which depicted a dilapidated Russian space station that blows apart because of a leaky pipe -- was allowed onto Russian cinema screens. A government official at the time said the film, "mocked the achievements of Soviet and Russian technology." Indeed, in 2004, they posted the following. "The Notebook. Loved it. Two snaps and a bag of chips. That Ryan Gosling sure can warm up a cold winter's night." All I have to say to my Russian Comrades. Really? Oh really? Is that where we're going here. You guys have some real stones, don't you? May I remind you one thing - you lost the Cold War. Its over, baby. My lord, there's an Apple Store on the Red Square. There's a Starbucks in the ol' KGB Building. You don't hear the Confederate Army doing movie reviews. You don't hear the Nazi party doing a piece on Access Hollywood. Face it Boris, you've got absolutely no standing to even issue a frickin press release on this isssue. Here's a riddle for you. Who's buried in Lenin's Tomb? The answer: Who cares? I mean really, the Communists were scary to me somewhere between Red Dawn and Nikolai Volkoff. I mean you've got Sean Connery losing one of your nuclear subs, then what does that say about you as third-rate former Superpower? Oh wait, Sean Connery, that was just a movie, and sure he was a haircut away from having the exact same accent in "Rising Sun" - but isn't that my point. Its just a damn movie. Its a money maker. I can't think of how many Russians are going to be deprived the opportunity to eat popcorn and sip vodka from a Pepsi container, which is exactly the way that I saw Chris Farley's Black Sheep, but that's a story for another day. If your education system is worth half a potato, Russian kids can separate fact from fiction. Indeed, I can't imagine any kid, of any culture, actually thinking that these were accurate events of 1957. Maybe John McCain, but not Russian kids. They're smarter than that. Its a smoke screen. Its mirrors. Its special effects. I'm not saying the movie, I'm saying - the Russian government. They've got more problems than downtown Little Rock, Arkansas, and maybe half the BBQ restaurants. By these Russian nimrods wasting valuable spotlight time for something stupid as this, well that's just sad. I dunno, deal with your own terrorist problems. Deal with your own burgeoning economy. I dunno maybe make your own damn movie. Comrade Smith and One-Legged Mule. I don't care one bit. In fact, the whole free exchange of ideas did more to bring down Communism than Victoria Secret Catelogs and Hershey's Kisses. I'm sure the Victoria's Secret catalogues didn't hurt, but the whole idea of banning a movie just because you disagree with the content just sticks in my craw. The whole thing just comes off as sour grapes. Capitalism didn't kill Communism. Communism killed communism. Because at the end of the day, people don't want their government to tell them what they can and can't do. Russia has been, and continues to be one of the places that I'd like to visit someday. I've got family ties to Russia. Yeah, my family was tied up by Russians when they were living in Germany. No I kid, I'd love to go to Russia. Its like visiting Syracuse but without the sunshine once a week. Oh stop, don't get me started about Russian food - its great if you like cold beets. Stop, don't get me started - we all know that our supermodels are smarter than their supermodels. Wait, actually, both sets of supermodels are dumber than a bag of rocks. My point is that, I'm kidding. I'd love to visit Russia someday. Of course, if I can't go to a Russian movie theater and order a gallon of popcorn, a supersized Coke, some Jujibees and some junior mints. Well, then I'm just gonna stay home.
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Now HiringI know the economy is tough. I also know that jobs are hard to come by, and its even harder for employers to keep good employees once they find them. However, today I saw a sign in lovely, downtown Manville, New Jersey that made me wonder.
It was for an Arby's, and said "Now hiring: happy employees."
This caused me to wonder. How happy do you have to be to work at Arby's? I've been to Arby's, and generally, the people that work at Arby's are not necessarily the happiest people that you've ever met. In fact, some of them are tougher to deal with than Arby's roast beef.
Perhaps they are looking for an image change. Maybe, on the interview form there is some sort of five-star rating for happiness. Perhaps they are going to try to cut into Chuck E Cheeses' turf. Frankly, I do not believe that this is a good idea, as that rat is an absolute mobster.
However, to be honest, when I have my double-cheesy roast beef, dripping with chemical laden cheese, with a side order of death fries, I don't necessarily need Suzy Sunshine dealing me my gallon of just-for-the-sake of it Diet Coke on the side. I need some surly former high-school lineman whose dreams of much, much more lay somewhere between Summer two-a-days and one too many at the after-prom party.
Because if I'm going to eat crap like Arby's that's ultimately is going to take decades off of my life - I certainly don't need it served with a smile. How do we look?Thanks so much for the guys at Libsyn.com for helping out - the page looks great.
Go buy some Wizzard stock.
Show Number 117 - Social Networks, Lawyers and the AmishOk, we're back in the swing of things, with another show back at you very quickly. Tonight, featuring:
- Made for Chickens by Robots
- Joe Colledge
- The Radio Knives
- Black Ice (Featuring Ice-T and Black Silver)
- Neal Fox
- JJ Appelton
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As of today, I have 1628-close personal friends on Myspace. I have 622-devoted followers watching my every move on twitter. I have 79-business associates on linked in, who are devoted to my career growth. I have 279-collegues on Facebook, and 575 uh fans on Mevio's social network. I say all this not to brag, well not too much, but I say this because if you are one of my apostles, I thank you. A recent article on Law.com called "Is the Party Over for Social Networkingâ really bemoaned the state of affairs regarding social networking among lawyers. It mentioned that at the American Bar Association"s Techshow in March, social networking was only discussed on one out of sixty programs. It mentioned that an ABA survey of Young Lawyers, which means that they are still in their âcatch and release stageâ, that only 8% felt that it was very important to network with legal colleagues via online social networking. Indeed, it started with the Great Expectationâs-esque tag line of, âWhat if you gave a party, hundreds of people showed up, but almost nobody talked to each other? That describes the state of social networking for lawyers. The masses get the idea, but only the evangelists are using it.â To answer the primary question, Iâve been to hundreds of lawyer parties where hundreds of lawyers show up and nobody talks to each other. Jeez, and these are the good parties where thereâs like an open bar and stuff. Jeez, Iâm pretty shocked that I ended up reading a stuffy website like law.com to begin with. But let me pause the whole essay for a second - there is a ABA Techshow? Wow, why didnât I get the memo on that one? What kind of Star Trek meets Matlock convention must that humdinger of a party be? What kind of talk must there be at the bar that night, âWanna come up to my room tonight or do I have to have to have some fun pro se?â or âHey baby, whatâs your thoughts about former New York Judge Learned Hand?â Any time I can sneak Billings Learned Hand into an essay, itâs a good week. I honestly believe that for all of the gnashing of their terrible teeth, and gnashing of their terrible claws, this law.com article was just another piece of fluff, just another wasted bandwidth. As much as I enjoy meeting you all on some of these social networking sites, thatâs all they are is social. Maybe it works for some fields, but for the most part, most lawyers are going to get the olâ breeze by on a social network from potential clients. I mean come on, does law.com really think that any lawyer is going to successfully market themselves to new clients on Myspace or Facebook? Please, Iâll represent you in your car accident claim and beat your ass in Scrabalicious? Now frankly that may sound like a conflict of interest, but the New Jersey Ethics folks are not going to hold me back from playing a seven-letter scoring word like âAqueousâ if them tiles come out of my virtual tile bag. These social networking sites â as much as they are mildly entertaining, theyâre not much better than the old thumb-tack bulletin board at your local Winn Dixie. Of course, the dude that you sat behind in English class in 8-th grade isnât going to ping you to challenge you to a game of Texas Hold 'Em. Point. Winn Dixie Bullien Board 1, Facebook 0. Some people are not in your life for a reason, rightâ Hold on to your seats kids, this going to be a rough right turn. Iâve been thinking a lot this week about social networking and social media and it hit me. You know who are the mack daddies of social networking, the Gran Poobahs of communal effort â the Amish. I mean these people have existed for like millions of years working together for a common good. I had the opportunity to see them in action this past week. In our new town, we have an Amish market within tobaccky spittnâ distance from our house. Those wacky Amish took over an old food store, and subdivided it into different stands â one for meat, one for cheese, one for vegetables, one for pirated Japanese porn â no wait, that was the flea market. Let me say this about the Amish, theyâre a funny bunch. First, as far as religious fundamentalists go, and maybe this is a personal preference, but the Amish make the Hassidics look down right hot. Look, look, look, maybe if I were a guy with a Beatle haircut and a beard with no âstache, some of these Holly Hobby honeys might look downright doable. But, right now, it would take a whole lot of that lemonade for me to have a barn raising in that situation, if you catch my drift. Second, this whole âno-technologyâ thing has some pretty darn loose rules. These good folk keep this store open Saturday and Sunday every week, and my lord, they take plastic! Now, there are no Amish flophouses that I know of in our neighborhood, so it begs the question of how do they staff this place. Iâve never seen a 12-seater Econoline horse and buggy travelling on the highway. Even if they have the capability of moving the troops from the farms, its got to be at least an hour by car to Amish land, so what I think must happen is that every Monday, they must send out a squad of Amish out from the farm, and on the way to the store, they must pass last weekâs squad coming back from the real world, and they just kind of throw them the cash box on the highway. Looking Good Billy Ray! Feeling Good Louis! Ah yes, the Amish version of Trading Places. I like it. Look, I kid the Amish. I love the Amish. If I want to party like its 1899, who better than the Amish to cater it? The place was packed. Look its not like there are any Amish listening to this podcast, and if they do and get pissed off, Iâll just confuse them with a flashlight. My point is that the Amish donât social network. They donât need to. This may sound hypocritical for someone sitting in front of computer 10-hours a day, but if youâre an attorney and you really want to generate some business youâre going to have be like the Amish. You got to get right into those heavy flannel pants and suspenders and work with real people in real situations. Occasionally, you may actually have to deal with like other attorneys for a common effort to get some business together, youâre going to get out there and plow the fields, and milk some cows, and occasionally shovel some fertilizer. Jeez, if thereâs anyone as capable of moving manure aroundâ.its certainly lawyers.
Show Number 116 - Jersey Todd and the Chamber of HorrorsAll moved in and ready to rock. First podcast on the mac, so don't be too harsh - I'm a sensitive boy.
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Are you ready for a little mystery? Some magic? Some Wizardry? Well, don't expect any of that crap here. Ever since Groo the Caveman Magician first sold his first ticket in the cave to charge admission to have the other cavemen watch him try to make a Stegosaurus disappear, the real magic has been about the ability of a performer making money disappear from your pocket. Interesting story about Groo the Caveman Magician: yeah, he lost his arm doing the old "let me pull a veloceraptor from my hat" trick - don't worry, he got Workers' Comp. for it, which I think back then entitled him to an extra few berries from the insurance carrier.
Yeah, I'm a cynic. Yeah, I question everything. Sure, I wonder how long that rabbit has been crammed in that hat, and secretly laugh to myself every time that nobody ever makes the magician put that hat full of poop on their head once the rabbit is pulled out.
That's why when one of the world's greatest purveyors of all things magical, J.K. Rowlings was outed this week as the absolute Muggle that she really is, it just warmed the cockles of me heart.
You know J.K., she's the author of all of the Harry Potter books. He's a wizard, you know. Its all about magic. Yeah, I'll admit that I've never actually read any of the Harry Potter books, but I have been dragged to all of the movies. Look, I'm not going to beat up a book that makes kids read - I mean that's a good thing. Hopefully, someday they'll move on to other great science fiction like J.C. Hutchins or Bradbury, or Orson Scott Card's Enders Game. Oh, Enders Game, published years before Harry Potter, its a story about A young kid growing up in an oppressive family situation suddenly learns that he is one of a special class of children with special abilities, who are to be educated in a remote training facility where student life is dominated by an intense game played by teams flying in midair, at which this kid turns out to be exceptionally talented and a natural leader. He trains other kids in unauthorized extra sessions, which enrages his enemies, who attack him with the intention of killing him; but he is protected by his loyal, brilliant friends and gains strength from the love of some of his family members. He is given special guidance by an older man of legendary accomplishments who previously kept the enemy at bay. He goes on to become the crucial figure in a struggle against an unseen enemy who threatens the whole world. Oh, yeah, the kids are really going to love it when they grow up and read that one....Actually, I have to give credit to Uncle Orson who pointed out the similarity on that one, of course. Of course, you could throw the whole Star Wars mythos into that mix or Sabrina the Teenage Witch for that matter too. Ah Melissa Joan Hart in Maxim magazine. It always does come back to that for me, doesn't it.
What ticks me off about J.K. is the hypocrisy of her. The official story is that she was suffering from clinical depression and was suicidal while she was writing the initial Harry Potter stories. Sad. She was a single unemployed mother living in a fantasy world and hoping to get her book published. Notwithstanding the fact, that she, as opposed to millions of other potential authors got lucky and got hit by a lightening bolt between her eyes and had fate smile upon her and got her book published, I gotta tell you - I think you can take the nut out of the nutty situation, but you still have an absolute wack job.
Good ol' Jo is still living in a fantasy world, but now she has something worse than Dementors working for her. She's got something worse than Voldermort working for her. She's got an evil pack of lawyers working for her.
First, she's suing a little publishing house in Michigan for attempting to publish a 400-page Lexicon which catelogs the Potter universe. Its an extension of a fan website that she herself gave an award to. You know, it goes through the characters and the spells and is as interesting to read to most adults as the backstory on Pokemon. Now that the authors want to publish some pseudo-scholarly material about it, she sends out a Freeze spell to try to stop it. In fact, they took some testimony on this. On the stand, her main complaint is that she believes that she would do a better job doing it herself. Oh please, Jo-Jo. You have got to be kidding me. Go ahead and do it yourself. Once you publish fiction, pretty much anyone is able to do anything they want to do with it as long as they attribute it back to you, which these fine folks have tried to do. Jesus, how many 4th grade book reports does she now have to go after. I dunno what the statute of limiations is on those kind of things, but if I were a 4-th grade teacher its time to start ratting out the students to the publishing company every time one of those Potter book reports come in - why not, teachers don't make enough money and neither you nor I want our taxes raised, so come on teachers - get creative.
This week, she got a Court ruling allowing her to sue journalists in London because they took a picture of her kid with a telephoto lens and published it. The original court tossed that puppy quicker than you can say Shazam, but now an Appeals Court has said that the children of famous parents have the same right to expect privacy as the children of parents who are not well known. The case stems from a picture that was published in a newspaper of David Rowling being pushed on a buggy on a street when he was a baby, and sets the stage for a trial over damages.
Now, I can't claim to be an expert in British law, and I certainly don't want to get into the poor, horrible state of privacy of our great and public celebrities, but I have no idea what these Judges were thinking. In fact, based on same, I don't give any credence to any British Judge who's last name isn't Cowell. I agree that the children of celebrities have a certain right to privacy. I agree that there is an inherent security concern here, but come on. The kid was probably surrounded by a phalanax of security guards, and was on a public street. You, I, and the rest of the muggles out there have absolutely no right to privacy on a public street. That's actually what its called - public, and if Rowlings didn't want to be in the public eye then I don't know, maybe she needs to travel by broom or something. Hell, the Court's ruling doesn't seem to make any sense, because I have no expectation that if I take my kids to a frickin sheep sheering event at our local dairy farm and some Jimmy Olsen wants to take a picture, then frankly I should be entitled to a free copy of the paper and that's it.
At the end of the day, where is she really going with this - she's a billionaire already. Damages? What in the world is little David Rowling's measure of damages. Uhm, dude, you looked like a baby in the picture. We all have baby pictures. You're mom is a billionaire. What exactly is J.K. Rowling's 5-year old kid going to do with damages? I'm not saying that celebrity kids aren't entitled to go to Court, but the purpose of the Civil justice system in both the US and Englandia is to make an aggreived party whole. As such, I think you have to award damages in this matter, if its found to be compensable which I've said I already disagree with, in the the terms that would make a reasonable 5-year old feel as if he received justice - that's right - the horrible, evil newspaper, should provide him with a DVD of Dora the Explorer and a Juice Box.
Jeez, do you think that the newspapers are really going to learn a lesson about this. Hell, by suing little book manufacturers or little newspapers Rowling's actually giving them more free advertising than she ever intended to do. Frankly, here's my two cents on it. We have, by her own admission, a bit of a nut job who somehow gets lucky in writing these books and all of a sudden her life has meaning and credibility beyond her wildest fantasies. You remember all of the talk about whether Harry Potter would get killed in the last book. I don't want to ruin it for anyone, but uhm, there was no way in the universe that he was gonna die because there would be absolutely no possibility of another book, which is 100% going to happen as soon as J.K. Rowlings realizes that she can't write her way out of a paper bag on any other subject. Oh yeah, Soylent Green is people. Kaizer Souze is Kevin Spacy, Bruce Willis is actually dead, and the Cloverfield monster looks like Dick Cheney's wife. Any other endings you want me to hit. jerseytoddshow@gmail.com
In the end, J.K. Rowling was once accused of making the Harry Potter books to support witchcraft. I think that's ridiculous, of course. Its always a great thing when kids read. But now that she's shot her literary load, and is floundering around looking for some sort of purpose in life, perhaps its best she send the lawyers back to the hell from wence they came.
Being accused of witchcraft is one thing, but bitchcraft...that's another story.
I'm a MacI'm still standing. Taken a few blows to the head, but they can't knock me down. Moving the family is nearly finished, and we are almost done living out of boxes. Now we have begun the process of moving you - the JTS Family.
This weekend, I purchased an Imac. Wow. Wow. Wow. I have had computers since I was a child, the first being a TRS-80 Color Computer that was 16k. I have resisted the Apple temptation until now, and I now realize what a dope I've been. From the purchasing experience, to service tech. calls., to the rocking machine itself - I am an absolute convert. At 36-years old, I finally realized that I don't need a computer that does a billion things - I just need one that works consistently. So far, so good.
That being said, I am still in the process of hooking the podcast rig up, and of course there have been some complications. I am also strongly considering producing the show in Garageband, and am concerned that the show might lose the "live" feel that we've come to know and love. We shall see - but its certainly exciting.
Watch this space for additional updates as they become available, and if you have the time and want to use it charitably, I'm always available on Gmail and Twitter, and have loads of questions to pick your brain with.
Show Number 115 - MovingA quicky bfore I take the studio apart and move four miles down the road. See ya on the other side.
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Show Number 114 - GossipPlaying hooky? Not me...I'm podcasting. Featuring
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Want a little gossip? Want a little rumor, some innuendo? I'm gonna tell you a little secret. On June 29, 2007, the straightest governor in New Jersey history, Jon Corzine appointed. Anne Milgram as the Attorney General. Oh she is such a babe, shes a good lawyer, and well, for purposes of her tapping my phone lines and otherwise investigating this podcast - she's got a tremendous sense of humor.
But she is the head of Jersey Todd's favorite former employer, the New Jersey Division of Law and Public Safety and they have found an issue that affects the lives of all New Jerseyians, so much, so much, that even if it means involving precious State resources and legal brain power, even if it means making a New Jersey a national laughing stock, we're gonna go for it. Because its not about flawed voting machines, or tax reform, or education reform, or even, crime. No, the first Attorney General of the State of New Jersey that is actually younger than yours truly has sent her minions to attack the one thing that no lawyer has ever done really all that well dealing with....gossip.
Did this one hit you at rumour city, did you catch this on the grapevine, did you catch the scuttlebutt? The nation's most smokin' Attorney General Anne Milgram, has sent some subpoenas out to the folks at Juicycampus.com, and some of their advertisers. And let me just say, in my best Colbert impersonation, that extra "E" on the end of Anne's name - that stands for "Excellent". Juicy Campus is a website that allows for visitors to post anonymous comments about people at colleges. You can post who's the biggest campus slut, and who's the dumbest professor, and you can do it all anonymously. I know these kids in college today all have it so easy. When I was at Syracuse in the nineties, we all knew that the campus slut was some girl named "Bullet-head" which was really odd because I never even knew her real name, I just heard some wacked out story about her at some fraternity party which involved some football players and small animals. Of course, I didn't hear the story until like May of my Senior year, and I have no idea why her nickname was "Bullethead", and even in my over-exposed to bad pornography brain, I still don't get the joke. However, you college kids with your fancy technology got us old men beat in the important information department. I dunno, when I was in school, all you had to do was ask someone. Its all a bit juvenille.
Except when its not so juvenile. My secret crush, Anne, got involved with juicy-campus.com when a Princeton's University student's private information got posted on their website. This is not good. When the kid tried to get it off their site, their was no mechanism for them to do so. Now Juicy-campus tell their advertisers that they ban offensive material, but, uhm not really. It's kind of like putting out a suggestion box without actually having that little slot in the box to actually put the suggestions in. The problem is that many of the postings on juicy-campus are so malicious that students are afraid they will affect their real lives as Google continues to serve up search results to future employers and family members. Many students have complained that Juicy-Campus refuses to remove false statements about them, and the site isn't exactly gaining points among student organizations, school administrations, and lawmakers in general.
The AG's office sent out a flurry of subpoena to juicy-campus and their advertisers under the New Jersey Consumer Fraud Act asking questions about the site, asking about how they get their ad revenue and how the jammy-jam is thrown together. The NJ Consumer Fraud Act deals with information in terms of a commercial transaction. If you had a highlighter, I'd ask you to take it and put a big yellow line through your screen and highlight that sentence - its going to be important later.
Juicy-campus, through their public relations folks, raised holy hell in a press release this week stating that they've broken no laws, and that they are immune from civil liability due to the actions of their users. They've called the investigation "absurd" Yeah yeah, we're impressed tough guys. Maybe Juicy-campus shouldn't retain the public relations firm that is located in the mall somewhere next to Orange Julius and H.R. Block. These guys are doing more harm than good.
"'Juicy-Campus has not violated any laws. Juicy-Campus is immune under federal law for liability arising from statements made by others. The Attorney General of New Jersey , who apparently is not a fan of the Site, know this and are instead taking the position that by asking our users not to post content that is unlawful, abusive or defamatory, among other things, we are somehow required to remove posts that may fall into those categories. They contend that by failing to do so, we have defrauded our users.' (emphasis added)'"
They are like, so, not getting it. This is absolutely 100% not a First Amendment issue. Apparently, Juicy-campus was so hopped up on diet coke and chocolate bars just waiting for someone to go after them on a First Amendment issue - like whether they can be held liable in a civil court if someone actually got hurt as a result of something posted on their site, not that they actually should care about that, that like Jo-bu from "Major League" they couldn't hit the curve ball that was thrown at them.
This is a really developing and interesting area of the law and frankly juicy-campus shouldn't be so smug. Under Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act, "No provider or user of an interactive computer service shall be treated as the publisher or speaker of any information provided by another information content provider." Ok, that's fine, and a case that came out of Texas, in 2007, called Doe v. My-space actually held My-space immune from liability for failing to institute safety measures to prevent sexual assaults of minors and failure to institute policies relating to age verification. It didn't mean that My-space didn't get off their ass and make some major changes to their site in terms of age verification and monitoring their comments, and maybe that was done for the legal end, but it was also done to satisfy those funky market forces, like their advertisers that don't want to besmirch their otherwise pristine reputations. In fact, companies like Google and Adbrite have refused to take Juicycampus' money.
Doe v. My-space is only a decision from a District Court in Texas, and I wouldn't doubt for one second that the victim in that case, a 14-year old girl who was sexually assaulted after meeting someone on my-space isn't moving that case forward through the Court system, and I'm sure that some grandstanding legislator won't be using this story at some point to revise the rules of the CDA. Stay tuned kids, the law is going to change on this one right before our eyes, and its going to affect everyone on the net, and in the spirit of the March Madness season let me do my best Dick Vitale and make a prediction. The Supreme Court baybee, they're gonna be cleaning the Boards on this one. John Roberts, he's a diaper dandy. They're gonna take the CDA downtown. That Ruth Bader Ginsburg, RBG, is gonna throw the alley oop, and the Supreme Court is someday going to say that places like myspace or facebook or juicy campus is going to have to at the very least monitor their own sites for bad behavior.
In the end, let me whisper something in the ear of those kids at Juicy-campus. This is not a First Amendment issue. As of today, the CDA says that Anne M. can't go after them over content. Even though these Juicy-campus.com permits and, in my humble opinion, encourages its users to post some awfully racist and sexist stuff and provides them absolute anonymity to do so. No, the AG can't send a few flying monkeys from her lair to check into that. So, she's investigating the relationships between Juicy-campus and their advertisers, and whether JC accurately told their advertisers how the site worked when they gave in some money to advertise on the site. Already, one advertiser has pulled their ads from the site, and if there is any other material misrepresentation going on here where money is exchanged Juicy-campus may have a lot of explaining to do, and perhaps Juicy-campus should lose its flippant attitude. Trust me, its Ms. Milgram if your nasty, and this is nasty. This is the Web 2.0 equivalent of going after Al Capone over tax evasion rather than his substantive crimes, and as we say in Joisey - you mess with the bull, you get the horns.
oh....and how 'bout this:
I drank Joe Klein's milkshakeNever one to brag, but take a look at Time Magazine's Joe Klein's article regarding Al Gore versus my essay in Show 111.
Frankly, with all due respect to Mr. Klein, did you make a "Memoirs of an Invisible Man" reference?
I think not.
Show Number 113 - Jersey Todd Cross-Checks the New York RangersComing off of a cold, its some of the best music that I've played on the show yet. Featuring:
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Back when I was in law school, I played in a Law School Street hockey league. 5 on 5, on a tennis Court, knocking an orange ball around while miserably trying to stay upright on inline skates. I gotta admit, like many of my athletic adventures, I was miserable. Don't get me wrong, I had great eye hand coordination, played great defense, and actually scored a ton of goals. The problem was that I didn't have great eye, hand, feet coordination, and most of my stopping came courtesy of the tennis court fence. But hey, in a league filled with future lawyers, this was a skill level a tad beyond embarassing. By the way, and I know someone is going to ask, yes, having any kind of sports league with future tort lawyers is a pain in the ass. Some hockey leagues hold a draft - we had a three hour conference call going over the rules, and drafting the league's charter. Even geeks have to have their fun.
I even have a pretty scar over my eye from the time that one of the other players tried to help me stop rolling by treating my face like a shish kabob with his stick. I'm sure he didn't mean to wack me - hell - he was trying to stay on his feet, too. But I ended up with a nice 8-stitch gash over my eye, and I think he's senior counsel at an insurance defense firm now. Funny how things turn out.
So that being said, I am always fascinated when the law, the internet, and the wide, wide world of sports collide like a cross check from Jeff Beukeboom. This past week, the Rangers, who have one the Stanley Cup only 4 times out of 83 years (which comes out to a success rate of 4.18 for you math geeks out there), once again got the ol' slap shot through the five hole. Uhm I'm sorry, pushed too hard on the hyperbole button.
But, back in the fall, MSG, the company that owns the Rangers filed a lawsuit in Federal Court because the National Hockey League promised to fine it a grand a day if it didn't give the league complete control of its website. Apparently, the league wanted to convert it into one of those cookie cutter websites that makes every team in the league look exactly the same. You've seen it pretty much accross the board from major league baseball to the NBA to the NFL. All of these websites look like they were pooped out by the exact same programmer.
The Rangers attorneys, wearing their home whites, claim that the NHL was seeking to control the competitive activities of independent businesses in ways that are not necessary to the functioning of that legitimate joint venture. In fact, they claimn that the |