Newt Gingrich.

Headed to Coffee Bean for a late night “teafill” with JH. And there it was. In it’s full bore glory.

The Newt Mothership.

Smack dab in the middle of Sunset Blvd. I could throw some snark about how maybe Newt was on a “vag troll” down the boulevard, but that’s too easy, so I’ll leave it to Bill Maher.

I’ll stick to the ironic beauty of the truth…..

The bus was broken down. Hazards on. Stalled out.

You can’t make this stuff up.

Newt had a much longer run then he should have. Much longer than anyone thought he would. Brilliant public speaker, and the Right’s INTENSE desire to not be stuck with Mitt aided his push. But as Satorum gains the delusional idea that he is electable by the INSANE Evangelical right… well..

R.I.P. for the lizard.

Here was my in depth interview.

We can all learn from this.

Nine years old. Loves the sport. Wants to be the BEST he can be. Dribbles to and from school every single day. Obviously rain or shine.

Not for money. Not for status. Not for fame.

For love.

Soak it in…..

Dear Shane,

SLOW the fuck down.

I know you THINK you got a LOT goin on. Busy guy.

But lemme say a thing or two.

There’s about three bllion times you thought about callin your family and you should. A lot of missed vacations or spendin times. And you are never gonna get that time back.

EVER.

Until maybe it’s too late.

Pick up the phone. Set a lunch date. Become interested in the lives of those close to you. Ask QUESTIONS. Learn….

Love.

Cause what you think is ENTIRELY IMPORTANT THIS ‘can’t see four seconds in front of you” momen,t ISN’T really.

It isn’t that difficult. Pick up the phone…

Cause it’s GONNA be too late someday.

Shame on you,

Shane

NO words needed. SUPERTREAT.